Chapter Fifty-One: Edward
May 28, 2023
Cambridge, England
The last two weeks have been hell.
Bella's due date has come and gone, and though she's gone in regularly to see her doctor, it appears as if our child is not quite ready to be born. The doctor gave Bella a new date, telling her that if she doesn't go into labor before hand, they'd induce her, but my wife is having none of it.
I don't know that she's ever demanded sex more than the last few days, and that includes the time we were literally locked in a house together for an entire year.
It's gotten so bad that my mom has decided to get up off our sofa bed and get a hotel room in order to give us privacy.
It's mortifying, and I cannot say shit to Bella about it.
"Edward!"
I look up toward our bedroom where Bella is supposed to be taking a nap.
"Yeah, Babe?"
I've been trying to get any work done for the last hour, but it's been pretty fruitless.
"Come rail me!"
I let out a long breath, leaning back on the sofa. I'm fucking exhausted.
I must take too long to form a response because I hear her grunt and then a minute later, she's standing in the doorway.
"Come rail me so this goddamn Sperm Spawn will come out and I can have my fucking life back." Her eyes narrow. "It's your fault this is even in me right now."
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Baby, I know you're frustrated…"
She picks up her hairbrush from where it's been left on a side table, and hauls it at my head. Her aim is off, and it goes clattering against the sofa.
"I am more than frustrated!" She screams.
Shit. "Bella," I stand from the sofa, crossing the room to her side. "Sweetheart, I want to help you go into labor, honestly. But I'm so fucking exhausted. I don't have another round in me."
I've been chugging water all fucking day, just trying to keep basic electrolytes up. Her eyes narrow more.
"Then go buy a fucking dildo."
Jesus fucking christ.
I'm trying to form a response to that when our front door opens. We look up to see my mom coming in. "Sweetheart? I got you some spicy soup. It might help."
Bella turns to glare at me. "Thank you, Esme. At least someone is trying to help."
Bella waddles to the kitchen after my mom, and I take the opportunity to let out a long ass breath and step away from them. I head into our bedroom, plopping face down on the bed.
I knew when Bella first found out she was pregnant I was in for it, but this pregnancy has been more wild and unexpected and utterly exhausting than I could have ever dreamed.
My wife is certifiably insane.
I can feel my eyes starting to droop as I lay on our bed, and the sleepless nights I've been up trying to help Bella find any sort of comfort start to creep up on me.
Before I know it, I'm passed the fuck out.
…
"Edward!"
I wake slowly, processing my mom's hand on my shoulder. "Huh?"
"Honey, Bella's water broke."
I sit up, my heart frantic. "What?"
Mom smiles and nods at me. "Honey, we are going to see the doctor."
I'm off the bed in an instant. "Shit, fuck, okay… yes."
I scramble around our room, getting our overnight bags just in case. I make sure all our medical information is gathered before I head out to the living room.
Bella is pacing around the living room, her hands wrapped around her belly as she gives me a frantic look.
"Don't make me do this!" She cries.
"Babe," I say, coming over to wrap my arms around her. "It's okay. Take a breath. We're just going to go visit the doctor."
"I don't want to be a parent," she says, shaking her head. "I fucking swear way too fucking much and I'm insane. Edward, who the fuck let me be a parent?"
I take her face in my hands. "Baby, relax." I see her shoulders start to drop. "We're not there yet, okay?"
I see her swallow. "Okay."
I smile, and release her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Come on, babe. Let's go see the doctor."
