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A/N: Thanks so much to wwegurl4eva77 and MissPopularityofDrkness77 for your name suggestions, I appreciate it! And I've picked one, but you'll have to read to find out lol. I'm gunna move time along quite a bit, sick of beating around the bush :D
Chapter 36:
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Demi was sat on the sofa, running her hand over her large, protruding bump. '36 weeks! That's like 8 months!' She thought, shocked. Isabelle had been completely right, and the second half of her pregnancy had flew by so quick. 'God, I'm big!'
"That things gunna pop out any day now." Bradin said, smiling, as he walked into the living room, joining her on the sofa.
"I've still got about 4 weeks, if the baby lasts the full pregnancy that is." Demi said, continuing to rub her belly.
"I'm getting more nervous about it lately." Bradin admitted after a moment.
"Me too." Demi agreed. She had pregnancy symptoms again, but only a sore back and aching feet, if she was up and about for too long. "I wish he didn't need so much food, I don't know if I'll ever look the same as I did before."
"Don't worry, I know you will." Bradin said as comfortingly as he could.
"Come on, you two, we're going for dinner at Mona's, remember." Johnny called to them, grabbing his keys. Bradin got off the sofa. Demi held out her hands expectantly and Bradin pulled her up off the sofa, seeing as it had became harder to do it herself with her ever-growing bump. It was the first time that Bradin and Demi had been to Mona's since finding out Demi was pregnant, seeing as neither of them wanted to confront Erika and simply ignored her if they saw her in the streets. They were at Mona's sandbar in 5 minutes, since it wasn't very far from the house. As they had expected, Erika was there working.
"Wow, Demi, that bumps getting pretty big." Erika said when she saw her, giving her a dirty look.
"Thanks." Demi retorted with a fake smile.
"Come on, Demi." Bradin said, putting a hand on her back and guiding her to the table, trying to avoid a possible argument. Johnny ordered cokes for everyone whilst they sat and decided what they'd have to eat. Their choices mainly varied from pizza to chips, etc. As there were 7 of them, it took a while for everything to be made. After 15 minutes of chatting and waiting for their dinner to come, Erika began to bring the out, setting the plates in front of everyone. She finally came out with the last two plates of pizza. She laid Bradin's down in front of him, then tipped the plate of Demi's so the pizza landed on her top.
"Oops." Erika said nastily, putting her fingers to her lips before starting to walk off.
"Hey!" Bradin shouted, jumping up out of his seat.
"No, Bradin, just leave it." Demi said, pushing herself into standing position with the arms of her chair. "Let's… let's just go." She said, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the sandbar. She wasn't up for fighting at that moment, and because being pregnant made her hormones crazy, she was way too upset than she should've been, considering Erika had only been petty enough to spill pizza down her.
"You ok?" Bradin asked, once Demi had led him quite a bit away from Mona's.
"Yeah, I just don't want stress, it's bad for the baby." Demi said, though she knew he could hear that she was upset, still leading him.
"I can't believe she did that, it was so childish. She's just mad because of… well, y'know. But don't let her get to you." Bradin said comfortingly, in a way he'd spoken to her a lot lately.
"Hey!" Bradin and Demi both turned quickly to see Adam coming up to them. He looked down at their linked hands, then to Demi in an untrusting way. Demi could tell by the way he was standing that he'd had a little bit to drink, though he wasn't very drunk. Demi sighed, dropping Bradin's hand.
"What?" She asked, beginning to become annoyed. This certainly wasn't her day.
"You wonder why I don't trust you two together." Adam said, a little angrily.
"I was stopping him from getting into a fight, I'm just taking him away from it!" Demi said angrily. She felt the baby starting to kick, quite hard. 'Isn't your timing GREAT!'she thought.
"I don't know why I ever gave you another chance, Demi. I know you love him more than you love me." Adam said angrily. Something inside Demi snapped.
"Y'know what Adam?! You're completely right. I love Bradin more than I love you, because YOU are a complete ass! You've been so busy being paranoid and giving me silent treatment than being my boyfriend. Bradin on the other hand has been here for me 24/7, and guess what? He's the father of my baby, so yeah, I'm obviously going to hang out with him a lot and make HOT DATES with him, like going to an ultrasound! You made the wrong decision pissing off a pregnant woman." Demi said, walking towards him and facing off to him. "We are so over, Adam, and just so you can put your little mind at rest, yeah, I love Bradin, and I never loved-" Demi stopped mid sentence, her face turning white, completely in shock.
"What are you gunna say, you never loved me? Because that's not a big secret now, is it? I mean, if you loved me, you wouldn't have been such a slut and went and slept with Bradin-" Adam began, stopped by Bradin punching him in the face. Bradin continued to punch him and Adam found the strength to punch back.
"GUYS!" Demi shouted, causing them to stop and look at her. "Something's wrong." She looked down, her mouth ajar. Bradin's eyes widened, his mouth dropping just like Demi's when he saw a little pool of water on the floor.
"Oh my God!" Bradin said, quickly jumping up from the floor, where he and Adam had been having their little brawl. "What do I do?" He asked, panicked.
"Get me to a hospital!" Demi screamed, thinking this was so obvious.
"How!? I don't have a car or-"
"Go get someone!" Demi said, her eyes tearing up.
"Here." Bradin said, leading her to a bench and sitting her down. "I'll be right back, I'll get aunt Ava, just stay here!" And he ran off up the road. Demi was crying tears of shock. She looked at Adam, who was sat on the floor where he and Bradin had fought, simply staring at her, bewildered. She wanted to say something to him, but wasn't sure what to say. Part of her wanted to ask him to help her, the other part wanted to scream at him. Unable to decide, she simply looked away from him. She was so scared that she was shaking. If she had the baby today, it would be 4 weeks early! And since it wasn't at the 37 week mark, it would be premature. She tried her best to push the thought out of her head, trying to think positively. 'Bradin, where are you!?' She thought to herself. Within 5 minutes, which felt like 5 hours to Demi, Bradin, Ava, Johnny, Susannah, Nikki and Derrick came running towards her from Mona's Sandbar, hopping out of the car. She was quickly taken to the car by Ava, as she, Johnny and Bradin hopped back in, leaving Susannah to take Derrick and Nikki in her car once they rush home to get it.
"What am I- going to- do? I don't- want to give- birth!" Demi said through sobs.
"Just hang in there." Johnny told her as he sped to the hospital. Bradin was holding Demi's hand for comfort.
"Ow!!" He screamed. Demi screamed, too, as pain seared through her stomach, causing her to squeeze Bradin's hand. A contraction. 'They're really THAT painful!?'Demi thought to herself.
"Hurry up, Uncle Johnny, please just hurry up!" Demi begged through thick sobs.
"We're almost there, Demi, you're doing fine, just a few more minutes." Johnny assured her, though he sped up a little. Tears continued to fall thick and fast down Demi's flushed cheeks, Bradin looked white as a sheet in shock. Thanks to Johnny's speed it took them 3 more minutes to get to the hospital. They rushed her inside, getting into the lift as fast as they could. As soon as they reached the right floor they rushed to the counter.
"She's giving birth. Now. Get her to a room, pronto." Johnny said quickly. The woman behind the counter looked up calmly, clearly used to hearing this.
"Could you get her into a wheelch-" The woman began, cut off by Demi giving a low, but loud, groan, clutching onto the counter as she had another painful contraction. Bradin had ran to get the nearest wheelchair and sat her in it and she was soon taken into a delivery room. She'd been told she could only take one person into the delivery room with her, so predictably chose Bradin. She was quickly taken out of her clothes and given an itchy gown to wear, much like the one she'd worn after her surfing accident, but she didn't care, she just wanted the baby out of her. The midwifes bustled around, checking how many centimetres dilated Demi was and, in Demi's opinion, wasting time and keeping the baby inside here longer.
"Ok, you're 7 centimetres dilated." A midwife told her.
"Then get it out of me!" Demi said stressfully. She was holding onto Bradin's hand for dear life, never knowing this much pain was possible.
"Ok, on three, I want you to push down into your bottom. One, two, three!" The midwife ordered. Demi tightened her grip dramatically on Bradin's hand as she moaned loudly in pain, pushing with everything she had. "Ok, that was a good one, again, one, two-" Demi was yelling again in pain and pushing before the midwife could even get to three. This procedure carried on, and on, and on. Demi had made a serious mistake when she'd thought that the pain she was in when 7 centimetres dilated was more than she thought possible, the pain had increased tenfold.
"Please just get it out." Demi sobbed.
"You're doing great, I can see the head, another big push and we'll get that out, the rest will be over real soon, I promise." The midwife assured her. "One, two, three!" Demi pushed, harder than she'd been pushing before, even though she'd thought she'd been pushing her hardest then. She screamed loudly as the pain seemed to triple. "Great, we've got the head!"
"Then pull it out!!" Demi ordered through gritted teeth. She pushed again, non-the-less, and a few seconds later, she heard a wail. Demi breathed a sigh of relief, a little smile appearing on her face. The midwifes quickly rushed to weigh and clean the baby.
"There you guy's are!" Ava said as Susannah, Nikki and Derrick came rushing onto the hospital ward.
"How's Demi?" Nikki asked, panting.
"She's just been taken to the delivery room now with Bradin." Johnny told her. Considering there were quite a few women giving birth as they spoke on the ward, the waiting room was surprising quiet.
"How long does it take to give birth?" Derrick asked.
"Changes from person to person." Susannah replied.
"Well, how long do you think Demi will take?" Derrick continued.
"Derrick, how are we supposed to know that!?" Nikki said with a laugh.
"Guess." They all rolled their eyes at him, before Nikki pulled Derrick down into the seat next to her.
"Congratulations, it's a healthy baby boy, 7 pounds 11 ounces." The midwife told Demi and Bradin with a smile, placing the tiny baby in Demi's arms. She moved the blanket away from his face, looking at the little boy. Demi smiled a huge grin and looked up at Bradin, who had a tear in his eye.
"What, you squeezed my hand really hard." Bradin said quickly, smirking.
"Excuses, excuses." Demi quipped. She looked back down at the little boy she was cradling. "He's so beautiful." She said, almost in a whisper. Bradin nodded in agreement. "And I was right, he does look like you."
"He looks a bit like his mom, too." Bradin said, smiling. Demi smiled back as she handed the little boy to his father. Another tear came to his eye when he looked down into the child's face, one which he didn't even bother trying to deny.
"Hello there, baby… no-name Robert." Bradin said with a little laugh, after a long moment of just admiring the baby.
"I guess we can give ideas for the first name now he's out of me." Demi laughed. Bradin nodded.
"What do you have in mind?" He asked.
"I kinda like Sean. Sean Robert King." Demi announced with a smile. Bradin thought for a minute.
"I like Sean." He looked down at the baby. "What do you think. You like Sean Robert King?" Bradin asked him. The baby a weird noise, sounding as though it was about to start crying, though he didn't.
"We got a response." Demi smiled, looking up at the two of them from the bed. She was exhausted but determined not to show it. "Wanna go get the others?" Demi asked. Bradin nodded and handed Sean back to Demi. Bradin walked up the corridor until he saw his family in the waiting room. They all stood up as soon as they saw him.
"So, guys." Bradin said, looking at all of their relieved faces and smiling. "Wanna come meet Sean Robert King?" He grinned as they all smiled and congratulated him, admiring the name. Demi looked up a minute later to see them flood into the room. She repeatedly heard 'He's beautiful.' and laughed.
"Who wants him?" She asked. Nikki couldn't have said 'ME!' faster. She handed the newborn to her, watching everyone swarm round to get a closer look. "Bradin?" Demi looked up at him, one hand on the bar of the bed, leaning. He was the only one who hadn't rushed to the baby.
"Hmm?" He smiled down at her. She returned the smile cheekily before grabbing the front of his shirt and closing the distance between them, pressing her lips to his. Some of the family turned and raised their eyebrows, though smirking.
"I wasn't just saying what I said earlier to get at Adam, or because I was a hormonal pregnant woman." Demi said after they broke apart. Bradin stared into her eyes for a moment, before once again closing the space between them, kissing her. It was a lot more playful this time and their smiles could be felt by one another, but they didn't care, they were just so happy one of them had finally said it.
"Ok you two, your baby's in the room, break it up." Johnny laughed. Demi did as she was told and stuck her tongue out at him.