Sadie's POV
The next couple hours or so, which felt like much longer..so much fucking longer, progressively brought more painful, frequent contractions.
Contractions that made me just about forget about all my fears and worries from before and beg for death. Really, any fucking thing that would make the pain stop.
Theresa was fumbling in some first aid kits, cabinets, anything that might have something that could take the edge off, while Gareth sat beside me. His hand, getting blacker and bluer by the second, the harder I gripped it.
He began wincing, but trying not to say anything, considering how fucking minor it was in comparison to what I was going through.
"Oh...I'm sorry, am I… h-hurting you?" I panted.
"No...No, it's fine." He groaned softly. "Don't worry about me, just keep breathing.
I could only moan in response, as it passed. "Fuck, T. What the hell are you doing out there?!" I snapped.
"The best I can." She sighed, when she came back in. "I told you, we ransacked this whole place right after we cleared it."
"Yeah, well, better safe than sorry." Gareth answered.
Theresa nodded. "There are a couple aspirins in this kit...wouldn't be strong enough for Sadie, but might do your hand some good."
"I...uhh..might take you up on that later." Gareth chuckled nervously. "Right now, I'm trying not to get either of us stabbed."
"From the looks of your hand, I wouldn't give her any ideas if I were you." Theresa smirked.
"Believe me, I'm tempted." I groaned, as I felt another one coming. "Gar.."
Gareth ignored whatever pain his hand was in, or tried to, and took mine again. "I gotcha.." He reassured. "Im here, you're doing great."
"How far apart was that? From the last one, I mean." Theresa asked.
"FUCK if I know…." I groaned. "Like four or five m-minutes..not far enough!"
"You're probably getting close, then." She said. "Mind if I check?"
"...I-if you know...h-how…" I panted.
"I had a cousin who worked in an ER." She explained. "She didn't tell me a whole lot, but it might help me get a gist of the situation."
"Better than nothing." Gareth pointed out.
Theresa nodded. "Here, let me help you get your pants off.."
"Shouldn't you buy her dinner, first?" Gareth joked, as she slipped my jeans off.
I glared at him. "You know, I'm not very fucking opposed to that stabbing idea!"
"Really?" Gareth chuckled nervously. "I kind of am."
"Alright, I can't say for sure." Theresa interrupted. "But can't be much longer..maybe an hour or two, maybe less…"
I whined, throwing my head back into the pillow.
"It's gonna be okay.." Gareth tried to reassure.
I Nodded, though I wasn't buying it.
The contractions were getting even closer and harder to bear, now, and I was having to pant even more, just to get through one of them.
"Gar..." I whimpered. "I don't think I can do this."
"Sure you can.." He insisted, dabbing some sweat from my drenched forehead with his free hand.. "I know you will.
Another, stronger wave of pain was hitting me, just as Theresa was returning to her spot with some towels.
"Alright, Sade, I think you're about ready to push."
"Shit." I whimpered.
"Ready?"
I gripped even harder onto Gareth's hand. "Don't you fucking let go."
Gareth nodded. "I'm gonna try."
"Deep breath….and PUSH.
I let out a scream, with the first big push.
"That's it, keep pushing. You're doing great."
"I COULD FUCKING KILL YOU FOR THIS, I SWEAR TO GOD, GARETH!"I shrieked.
"Duly noted." He chuckled nervously.
"Come on, keep going, Sadie, I think I can see the head."
"Either you can see a fucking head, or you can't, T."
"Okay, I can, you're doing great. Almost there... "
"FUCK!"
…..
"One more push, Sadie. Come on."
Finally, with that last push, our little boy slipped out into the world.
But the relief that had previously replaced the pain, was replaced with worry, when Theresa had to pat him a few times for him to start crying.
"What's wrong with him?! IS HE OKAY?!"
Before she could answer,a shrill cry filled the air, and I was able to sigh of relief agin.
"Thank God" I whispered.
She handed him to me as soon as he was cleaned off and wrapped up
"I knew you could do it." Gareth whispered.
I raised a finger to him. "You're still on thin fucking ice."
Gareth just rolled his eyes. "Can we just enjoy this, hmm?"
"...Only cause I'm too exhausted to kill you now." I chuckled, weakly.
"I can live with that." He chuckled.
"We still good on Alex?" I asked, regarding the name.
He nodded, then turned to look down. "Unless you have any objections to that…"
"I think he's good.." I laughed.
"Alex, it is, then."
