A/N: Finally an update! It's not supposed to be a present time chapter. But I ran out of ideas of jerza scenes that will fit in the plotted chapter so i just posted about this chapter. If ever there are medical students reading this chapter, no criticizing please xD i have to admit i really have no idea about medical situations. I'm not that sure if those medical vocabulary included in this chapter are correct. Not even sure if erza's case os accurate hehe. Just concluded the ideas i got from birth scenes from movies.

Anyway, just enjoy the chapter and review after :D

Jellal

Present

"Jellal...my water is broken."

Oh no.

What now?

I just froze beside her, shocked of what she just said. I could just stare at the

"Ughhh!" She moaned in pain once again while holding her abdomen. "It's coming out!"

Why now?!

Now, what should I do? I'm not even prepared to panic with a woman who's having a baby! But this is Erza, she'll have our baby already. Jellal, move! You have to take her to the hospital!

"I-i'll get you to the hospital. Just hold on for a while." I told her in the calmest way I could. I positioned my arms to carry her in a bridal style and put her arm around my nape. I wasn't expecting her to be so heavy, because I don't experience any hardships whenever I carry her before for she is lightweight. I feel like carrying a sack of rice right now. But I'm willing to do it without hesitation. I gave every strength in my body just to carry her out of her room. She needs me right now. This shall be the first step in winning her back. At least I came to see her just exactly the time she'll be needing me.

It was a good thing Mrs. Mills and their other driver are still awake at the kitchen, where they heard Erza screaming in pain. Mrs. Mills immediately rushed for the telephone to call her doctor and inform that Erza is on a labor already. And her driver assisting us to the car at the garage outside.

I carefully made Erza sat on the backseat of the car. While the driver was starting the engine of the car, I initiatively opened the big gates to avoid having a delay. As the driver is ready to drive on the way to the hospital, I quickly went for the backseat with Erza. "Ahh! I can't take it anymore!" She screamed in pain once again while clutching for her belly.

I did my best to calm her down. I held her hand with my arm around her shoulders. I used my arm to serve as her pillow for the meantime. We started driving to the hospital. As far as I could remember after living in Rosemary during my childhood and teenage years, hospitals are kind of far away from Erza's house. I could just pray that we could get at the hospital on time. I could feel my hand being crushed by Erza as her grip becomes tighter and tighter. "Erza, stop pushing. Just hold on." I said while fixing her messy hair and wiping her tears away.

By the time we're almost at the hospital, like only three streets to go. An argument between two driver who accidentally hit each other while changing lanes started on the middle of the road. Resulting a traffic at the whole long street on the way to the hospital. We can no longer maneuver to take the other street because there are so many honking cars at out back already.

"Jellal! I can't take it anymore!" She sobbed while squeezing my hand tight to ease with the pain.

Now, what should I do? Why does it have to be now? Why does these two idiots have to argue in the middle of the road and cause a traffic while Erza is on labor?!

"I'll take her to the hospital by myself." I told the driver.

"Are you sure? Can't it wait?" He says, obviously panicking as well.

"I can't! Jellal...please, help me." She pleaded me with those helpless and frightened teary eyes.

"Alright, let's go." I pushed the door of the car open, not caring if it almost hit the car next to us. I carefully carried heavy Erza in a bridal style again. Not caring how heavy she is despite walking two more streets on the way to the hospital. I suddenly felt an adrenaline rush. I started walking as fast as I could while carrying her. I excused ourselves from every person walking in the sidewalks that we almost bump.

I just unlocked a new life goal, which is to run over the sidewalks while carrying a laboring woman. But I never thought it would be that fun deep inside me. Though Erza is not feeling good at all, I am happy that I could scream inside me...

"I'm gonna be a dad!"

We finally reached the hospital. The nurses who saw us at the main entrance quickly assisted Erza to get on a stretcher. We started wheeling her towards the delivery room. Then, I realized she's still holding my hand tight. "Ughhh!" She moaned in pain. God, I wonder how near is out child out of her? It took a long time before we managed to get in this friggin' far hospital. I was surprised when she suddenly said, "Jellal, please don't leave me. I'm scared..." She kept whimpering in pain helplessly. But we were separated from each other when the nurses wheeled her inside the delivery room which is a restricted area.

I want to come inside with her but will they let me?

I went for the small circular window on the door to see Erza inside. The two nurses quickly assisted her in changing in a hospital gown. After doing so, the doctor made her to spread her legs wide and probably ordering her to start pushing already while the other nurse is doing an ultrasound on her.

"Sir, are you a family member?" The other nurse came out from the delivery room to ask him.

"I'm...her boyfriend. I'm the father of the child." I answered.

"Alright, please come in, sir. She might need you in the process of labor." Then, she made me wear a hospital gown and disposable surgical cap and mask before going inside. I quickly went for Erza at the delivery bed the moment I stepped inside.

"You're 5 cm dilated. You can start pushing now." The doctor said.

"Why don't I have an anesthesia?" Erza cried.

"I'm sorry, but it's too late to give you an epidural at this rate. Don't worry, you can do this. Go on, push!"

Erza grabbed my hand and squeezed it again as she started her first push, but this time, her grip was a lot bone-crushing. "Ugghhhh!"

"That's good. Keep it going. Push harder."

"Ahhhh!" Then, she let out one loud scream this time. Well, I do understand her. I feel bad for her for not having an epidural at this kind of situation. "Jellal!" She suddenly screamed for my name. Just reminds me of those times when we are having fun in bed. "I-i can't-! It's hurts!"

I cupped her cheek and wiped her tears away with my thumb. I held her hand tightly and said, "You can do this, Erza. You're a brave girl, right? Do it of our baby. Go on, I'm right here."

"Okay, one more push."

She started breathing heavily once again before... "Ahhh!" This time I think she literally broke my hand already. I could barely move my fingers.

"I can see the head already. You're doing a good job. Keep going on." The doctor said.

I could see how tears and sweat kept on flowing down to her face. Maybe that's why they said a mother's love will always be unconditional and priceless. Giving birth is so difficult as hell already, no wonder why most mothers always strive the best for the child they've raised with blood, sweat and tears. I don't know if it is just right for me to feel guilty for getting Erza pregnant, not because after I 'used' and rejected her harshly despite what she has done for me. But because it was too young for her to have a child. She should just be starting on living her life as an adult. Improving her career, partying every friday night, shopping clothes all for herself and traveling, but look what I've done. She's only twenty-four and yet I already gave her a responsibility she can never ever escape anymore.

Minutes later, after lots of screams and painful pushes, the doctor finally said, "One last push and he's finally out! 1, 2... 3!"

"Kyaaaaaa!" She let out one last scream from her mouth. Then, finally, a cry can be heard throughout the delivery room.

Erza and I were suddenly silenced by the loud cry of the newborn infant. Our child. "Congratulations, the first one is a boy." The nurse wrapped the infant with a piece of cloth and handed it on Erza. Erza looked at him, smiling happily with a tears of joy. She kissed our baby boy's head despite the blood left on his head. She allowed me to kiss him as well, am so I did.

I'm a officially father as of this moment.

"Doctor, we have to deliver the second baby through C-section. She's in a breech position." The nurse said, the one who did an ultrasound on Erza to check out the infant's position. The nurse took our baby boy already and took it on the small bed to clean him up.

We're having twins?!

"C-c-section?" Erza started to tremble nervously.

"We can't deliver her through C-section anymore. She's almost out. We'll just do it in the normal way. She's just small, I'm sure we could do a breech delivery. Miss Erza...you can do this."

I could feel Erza holding my hand so tight again. She started pushing hard as what he doctor said. I could see how tired she is already from the pain. What's worse is that she didn't have a single shot of epidural.

"Push harder. Her legs are almost out."

"Ughhhhhhh!" She groaned painfully.

"Good. One mor big push and his her legs are out. 1, 2...3!"

"Ugh- ahhhhh!" She let out one last painful scream and push. Afterwards, she just panted heavily and weakly, desperately gasping for more air. I felt nervous when her hand's grip kept loosening every second, until her hand lets go of mine on its own. "Erza? Erza, hey. It's not yet over." I told her, trying to help her regain strength. But she just looked at me with her watery and weak eyes. Until, her eyes started to close on its own with Erza unable to do anything. When I heard her heartbeat monitor beeping consistently, it's when I started to panic. Then, the lines instantly became flat.

"Erza?!" I kept shaking her head to wake her up.

No, no, please. You can't die. You haven't seen our second child.

"Revive her!" The doctor ordered. The nurses quickly prepared the CPR monitor to revive her.

"Sir, please excuse is for a moment." The nurse lightly pulled me away beside Erza. They prepared the CPR monitor.

"I need the forceps." The doctor commanded. A nurse handed her the forceps. Even of I'm a bit far from them. I could clearly see Erza being on the verge of dying and our child not yet being delivered completely.

Please...please, don't let anything bad happen to them.