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Everything Has A Consequence. No Pain, No Gain

MichaelNeela, Think 1 month after the wedding.

I don't own anything.

Chapter 12

I haven't thought of a name for Ch 12 here. Hehe… Any ideas?

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Neela twisted agitatedly on the gurney. As much as her pain had progressed she was only 8 centimeters. But

Abby was just prepping the epidural and it would be over in a little while. Neela sat up straight as Abby walked toward her she knew the drill. She had a gown on now, and you wouldn't believe how comfortable they were. Abby smiled at her and injected it into her back. Neela was quiet. She didn't want to be, but she was tired. Abby sat down in a chair, legs crossed and hands poised; everything about her alert. She was on the edge of her seat. She looked at Mike, smiling over at Neela and she noticed how Neela caught his eye and smiled back. Neela breathed a sigh of relief as the pain dulled away. She rolled onto her side, and back onto her back, struggling to get comfortable. She groaned slightly and leaned her back against the pillows and finally laid still. "Abby?" She asked quietly.

Abby raised her eyebrows and stood, "Hmm?"

Neela stirred again, "Can you check me again?" She thought she sounded like a lost teen.

Abby smiled and walked over, "9 centimeters…I should go get Luka." She gave Neela a reassuring smile and left.

She went out to Admit and looked around quickly. "Frank, have you seen Luka?"

Frank grunted, "What am I his watchdog!" He shrugged and threw up his hands. "Try Curtain 2."

Abby walked, or perhaps waddled over and waited for Luka to finish talking to his patient. He looked to be discharging him anyway. He began to walk away and saw her, nodding in acknowledgment. Abby smiled at him, "Neela's almost ready."

"Good, how is she."

Fine, quiet, uncomfortable…"

He nodded.

"What was that?" Abby asked, looking over her shoulder.

Luka looked puzzled a moment and dismissed the thought with a shake of his head. "Migraines."

He put his arms around her and they walked swiftly towards the room.
"She was 9 centimeters when I left," Abby said as she pushed the door open. Neela was sitting as before and Mike had scooted over and was holding her hand. Abby smiled at them and went over to check the babies' heart rates. Luka stood at the front of the room a moment; his hands folded behind his back and walked over to Abby to read the monitors with her. Everything was progressing well and he guessed Neela would be ready to push momentarily. Abby smiled over at Neela and reclined her head back over Luka's shoulder. "You'll be ready to push in a few minutes." Luka smiled to himself. Either Abby had read his mind or they had the same way of thinking. Neela breathed a sigh of relief and shifted out into a less cramped position. Mike patted her hand and kissed it gently. Neela winced slightly. The next dulled pain was stronger than the others and she could have sensed on her own it was getting close. With surgery on stand by Abby proclaimed that they were at 10 centimeters.

R+R? What do you want to see in this? It's almost over!