The Story of My Life
Chapter 34: Did You Just Pee The Bed?
Marron's POV
I should've known not to meddle into their affairs, but at the time I was too blind to see. I was just stricken with grief at his broken state that I took him under my wing. But I seemed to have forgotten Sora's true purpose in life. To pass down his father law firm from generation to generation, it was a secret he spilled to me on his hospital bed when he attempted suicide; drinking a full bottle of pills. His father was like the devil himself, he was a selfish man who if he had immortality would just drown himself in his riches and successful life. His father would leave him broken but not crushed, he would make him wish death but not provide it, trying to put his son in his "place" by reminding him of his purpose. Sora told me that before his parents divorced his father was the exact opposite of what he is today and he believed his mother played the role of making his father be that sweet and loving man but after their divorce he showed his true colors.
I stared unblinkingly at the set of stars in the beautiful night sky, its been a long time since me and Trunks just laid under the stars, it was brining my mind at ease. But one thing I knew I should've done was slap him that day and moved on with my life.
"Are you okay?"
I brought my eyes to another set of stars, "Yeah," I mumbled the lie.
He didn't press me to talk about it and I knew after he heard Sora's father speak of his son like that he wasn't okay either.
I sighed a low sigh, wishing I hadn't taken Sora in as I was feeling guilt he almost life because of us while I was thinking I was saving it by forcing him to stay with us. I really should've known that his father wouldn't exactly leave him out for dead, he would have him suffer but not have his precious gem become nonexistent.
MONTH 9
The month was finally here, September, the month that this human inside of me was going to exit my body. I was more excited on the part when the baby was actually out of me than the whole delivery process as I didn't hear some great stories of the miracle of childbirth. Well my mother told me she felt a little pain and the next thing she knew soft cries of a baby filled the room. Bulma informed me that child bearing a saiyan was pretty intense, but after the baby was born she immediately forgot the pain she experienced. I was only a bit glad that if Trunks genetic genes truly passed over to our baby it would just be a quarter saiyan as I couldn't find myself pushing out a half alien.
I watched Trunks look through the hospital bag we'd packed months ago as he made sure everything was in order. While I laid comfortably on the bed as it would be my domain till we checked in the hospital a few days from now on the expected delivery date.
Trunks POV
I smiled once I finished examining each content in the bag, in the pamphlets it told us to be prepared months if the baby was to be born earlier than its due date. I turned around to find Marron dozing off, her eyes were slightly open as she watched me work, I smiled wider, she looked adorable. I got up from the bed and placed the bag on the corner of the lamp desk. I kissed her forehead, turned off the light before heading out to my office. Once I was in I grabbed my tablet to video call my mother. For a few minutes I awaited an answer, I was about to hang up, though it was late in the night I had a feeling she was still up like she had for the past months, especially after sending over the plan I know she was killing herself trying to complete the arm as soon as possible.
"Hi Trunks," came my mother's sleepy voice as she came up to the screen, her eyes having bags under them. Her hair in a messy bun and her glasses slipping from her face.
"Hi mom," I answered slowly, taking in her surroundings, she was in the lab. "Hi grandpa," I greeted as I caught him walking across the room.
"Hello me boy," he greeted from afar.
"So, what do I owe this late night call for? Is Marron okay?! Is something wrong?" She asked worriedly.
"Marron's fine?" I assured her, "I'm just worried about you," I told honestly.
"I'm fine Trunks, I'm fine," she waved my concern away.
I frowned at her answer, "If you were fine you wouldn't need to say you were fine."
She laughed for a brief moment at my words, I was only a little happy for her giggles as I could tell she hadn't laughed in days.
"Well you got me there son."
"Get some rest," I told her, hoping she would obey my request.
She smiled lightly, "I'm not tired."
I kept my frown.
"You're wasting your time trying to convince her," my grandfather said appearing on the screen for a quick second before disappearing.
"Just a few hours," I told her.
She nodded her head, "Okay, now get back to your wife," she said before ending the video call.
I put the tablet down and headed back to my room. My mother had become a little train wreck, she was losing sleep and when she was at work she was getting things mixed up like the dates to certain meetings and when a certain assignment was due. She became more of a mess than I was, well at work, I didn't really mix my personal life with work.
I climb into bed once I reached our bedroom.
It was within a few minutes were sleep was finally coming to me that I felt a cold nasty feel spreading along my thighs. I shook with disgust before sitting right up I turned on my lamp and lifted up my part of the covers to find what had just ruined my sleep. I stared at the wet spot for a few seconds then realized what was happening, Marron's water broke.
"Marron!" I shouted before heading over to her side of the bed.
She had a small pain look on her face, I held her hand and told her to breath.
She nodded and took a deep breath, I helped her sit up before running over to get the baby bag. A while ago I would've said if this moment had come sooner where I was still doubting myself of being a good father I would've been freaking out right about now instead of completing the right procedures for a safe and healthy delivery. I grabbed my phone, wallet and keys before helping Marron up the bed and headed out the bedroom to the elevator. It was a wise choice to move back into the apartment when Marron was exactly nine months, learning that babies usually wants to come out earlier than their due date or later. And this baby wanted to see the world earlier than planned.
Our night shift lobbyist had looked us for as we emerged from the long hallway and his first reaction was a bad one as he panicked for a brief moment when he put the pieces together and was trying to figure out how would he be able to assist us. His brain had finally got to function right as he ran towards us, I tossed him my keys which he had dropped, not ready for the throw and described my air car to him. He told the other lobbyist to fill in for him as he helped us out.
When we made it to the garage the car was parked out and ready to go, I thanked the lobbyist who dismissed himself and I helped Marron into the back seat in a laying position while I hopped in the driver's seat. Throughout the entire ride I kept asking the ridiculous question I already knew the answer to, are you okay? If she wasn't in so much pain right about now I know she would've been strangling me right about now.
I couldn't find a parking spot close to the hospital so I did the illegal thing and literally parked in front of the hospital. Right now, I didn't care about being in trouble with the law, my wife was in pain and she was about to have our child. I could face getting a ticket and even getting my car tolled, I sure wasn't going to park somewhere far and walk Marron who was going in labor a long walk. I picked her up bridal style once I parked and ignored a nurse who was wheeling out an old man out the hospital telling me I couldn't park there. I walked up to the receptionist passing by people in my way and skipping injured looking people in front of me, whatever pain they were feeling right about now wasn't as worst as what Marron was feeling right now.
I ignored the middle-aged people who complained at me for skipping. I cut this guy who had a head injury due to the bandages on his forehead who was asking the receptionist when the doctor will see him.
"Sorry but-"
"Hey buddy I was hear first you can't-"
"My wife is in labor!" I shouted with pure venom, making sure that everyone in the room heard me, though I knew it was wrong to skip, this was an emergency where I was granted this chance to do so even if it upseted some people. He backed off, as long as he wasn't dying or anyone else in this room wasn't on the verge of death their minor injuries wasn't my problem in which I cared for them seeking immediate help as of now.
The receptionist just stared at me for a while trying to keep her calm and nice composure but after my outburst she was failing to maintain it.
"I have a room set up already, can I just go?" I asked the lady who was still frozen while I became irritated.
"Yes…just head towards the delivery ward and tell the security guard to open up your door and he'll inform your doctor," she replied slowly.
I gave her a low thanks and apologized to the people in the room before heading to the delivery ward, it was a pretty long walk and sometimes Marron would clutch my shirt tightly before loosening her grip as the pain was on and off.
We were in the room after the guard let us in, I laid her down gently and she focused on her breathing while I took up pacing frantically around the room.
I hated hospitals for several reasons, the doctors took over a century to come and the atmosphere wasn't always pleasant. I stopped my pacing for a moment to place down the baby bag I still had on, on a chair next to me and helped Marron change out of her half-wet clothes and into the hospital gown that was neatly folded on a table.
Arai had finally came in after stressful minutes of waiting, she entered the room and headed straight for the sink to wash her hands before putting on her gloves.
"So how bad is the pain?" She asked Marron who just grimaced.
"Tolerable," she muttered, the pain clearly noted in her voice.
"Okay, so your not exactly ready to push yet, you have to give it some more time and it's going to be painful, but we're going to fight through it."
Marron nodded at Arai words.
Before I read the pamphlets, childbirth was a full mystery to me. I just assumed when the ninth month hit a baby would pop out. But there was a whole procedure before even pushing the baby. I was glad to be a man, though I faced a large amount of pain from fighting enemies the pain of childbirth was a pain I would never want to experience.
Minutes passed and the pain was no longer tolerable for Marron but unbearable, I held her hand and dealt with the hard squeezing as Arai checked her watch to time Marron's contractions.
"Okay when this next contraction hits I need you to push, okay?"
Marron nodded weakly and I knew she was fearing the pain that was about to come.
My hands were crushed badly as she pushed, and I could only feel a bit of her pain as she screamed. So glad I was a male. If she was able to hear my thoughts right about now I would be dead meat.
It was up until the fourth push where Marron's breathing became heavier and she mumbled that something felt wrong.
Arai who was under Marron's gown looked up with her doctor's mask on her face, a worried look in her eyes, confirming what Marron said was true, she looked at me before telling me something I couldn't find myself to do, leave.
I had stood there for a couple of seconds before she ushered me out the room and once I was out I stared at the white closed door in front of me hoping that she wasn't serious, but this entire moment was serious and there was no time to fit in a joke.
I had banged on the door for a couple of seconds, demanding to be let back in and to know what was happening and what went wrong. Marron was doing a fantastic job. I looked at the bench near the door but couldn't find myself to sit on it, not when something was going bad with the delivery of our child. I paced around the door, hoping it would open and I would hear the soft cries of me and Marron's baby, none of that happened. I paced some more and then I heard loud tapping of shoes scurrying their way over to the hallway, it was a total of three doctors and I had hoped they weren't entering the room I was just kicked out of. My hope had been crushed as Arai opened the door and let the doctors in, I didn't even get a chance to get a quick glance of Marron due to all the white from the doctors coat.
I began biting at the nail of my thumb, it made the situation worse, was the delivery going that bad when I had assumed at first that it was going well. I took my phone from my pocket looking at the time, though I felt that it was going to be hours till I got to see my wife again I couldn't sit down. I wanted to distract myself, I had already chewed most of my nails off by now and now I was losing things to put my attention to. I didn't want to worry much about Marron, she was a strong tough girl, but I did worry about the baby. But if there was a choice if it was either Marron had to live or the baby I would have to say sorry but the baby would have to go, I couldn't find myself living in a world without Marron as she is my world. I also wouldn't be able to raise our child, it would bring so much sorrow into my already sorrowful life especially if the child ended up resembling her, I would be a horrible father if that was the situation as I know I would be trying to drown my sorrows.
I couldn't find myself to call or text a family member or a friend, though they would be a bit upset in not telling them that Marron was in labor to hurry over to the hospital I wouldn't want them rushing in at the moment especially with Marron being locked in the room with four doctors.
Hours had passed, I kept on my pacing but I received no word of Marron's condition nor the baby. The hospital walls were pretty thick so I wasn't able to hear a sound unless I was in there.
I was about to bang on the door again, my patience running thin as melting ice, I'd been pacing and though I couldn't deny them small slow tears were leaving my eyes every hour that had passed and no word had come to me, my eyes were probably a bit red and puffy and though I would've been ashamed if anyone saw me this way especially my dad I didn't care at this moment, my wife was in pain and I wasn't by her side, something went wrong and I wasn't informed what, my wife could be dying for all I know.
The door that had been closed for hours slowly opened and Arai had come out. My blood ran cold and I felt my heart drop at her appearance. Her scrubs were all bloody, her face grim.
I couldn't find myself to say a word, all I wanted to do was ask if Marron was okay? What was the problem they were keeping from me? But seeing Arai scrubs all bloody I don't think I was ready to hear the answers to those questions.
I felt more tears begin to roll down my face without permission.
"It's okay Trunks," she tried to reassure me, but as I kept staring at the scrubs I wondered how she would be able to sugar coat this.
"Marron's doing okay and so is your son."
I felt my thin lips turning in to a small smile, Marron was okay and so was my…son. I HAVE A SON. if circumstances were different I would've rejoiced a bit more than just kept my small smile, but it was just an over joyous moment to just know that they both were okay especially after waiting hours to know of their conditions.
"Let's take a seat," she said as she made her way to the bench I had refused to sit on.
I nodded my head as I walked over to the bench and took a seat she followed after me. Even if my legs and mind were telling me to go and see my family.
"You'll see Marron in a few, the doctors are checking her vitals and going to transport the baby to ICU to see if he has any serious issues needed to be taken care of, the problem was that the baby was born feet first. In all my years I never delivered a baby feet first, it scared me I have to admit especially when I realized it was too late for a C-section, but with the help of the doctors and of course Marron we pulled through."
I was rendered speechless and just had to thank Dende that they both were alright. The door opened again this time all three doctors emerging from the room, one reeling out a cart I had failed to see in the room. I stood up to see a crying baby covered in blood.
"Please don't take him away from me, he wants his mommy!" I heard Marron shout through the opened door.
I tore my eyes off the bloody baby, not being able to see my child in such condition, I entered the room to see a tired Marron trying her best to sit up as she yelled for our child. Our eyes met and tears not only burned from her eyes but mines too.
"Trunks…tell them our baby wants his mother, that's why he's crying," her voice was sad and I could her the weariness in her voice.
I walked closer to her, ignoring her words even when I wanted to complete them, but they needed to check the baby and she needed to rest, they both needed to rest.
"The door's that way," she told me when I hadn't followed her orders.
I took in a breath before removing the baby bag from the chair and taking a seat, I reached for her hand, they felt cold and they were pale, her entire complexion was wan. I rubbed the back of her hand.
She looked at me with tired eyes, she'd been hurting badly. I couldn't find myself to imagine the pain she'd gone through with the procedure of pushing out that baby, after seeing all that blood on him I knew she'd endured a great amount of pain.
"He's going to be checked out, just rest for a while."
"I need to see him first," she argued and I saw her wince, the pain in her lower body attacking her.
"Just rest for me you'll see him later," I told her soothingly, wanting her to take it easy.
She was close to objecting but sleep seemed to have won the battle as her eyes remained closed and her soft snoring filled the room minutes later.
I couldn't find myself to do the same, dawn was breaking and I hadn't had slept in hours, but I couldn't find myself to rest, just sit in my chair, fingers to my lips as I tried to put my mind at ease. Marron was okay and I have a bouncing baby boy, I should be happy. So why did I feel the opposite?