A few more weeks went by all too slowly. Every day Misa's stomach grew a little bigger and her clothes got a little tighter. She was in maternity clothes full time, even in sleep. Other than prenatal checkups, Misa didn't do much other than lay around the house. But she wasn't worried. She would need all the rest she could get when the baby finally came.
It started out as an average day.
Light would always wake up first, at five fifteen exactly every morning. He would drag himself out of bed and get into the bathroom. He would use the restroom, shower for ten minutes, then shave. He would get dressed, put on cologne, then go to kiss his wife. Every morning she would wake up to the feel of his lips, the sound of his voice, and the scent of his favorite cologne. They would always go downstairs and have breakfast together on the back patio. After that Light would head off to work in the Death Note or check in at Task Force Headquarters by six, and Misa would pull out her list of things to do that day. After that, Misa had the day to spend as she pleased. She often spent her time reading, shopping online, and thinking up new strategies to help her husband avoid the police. Her husband would be done by six thirty at the latest. The two of them would eat dinner together, then spend time together in the living room. After that there was a few hours of free time before they would retire to their bedroom for the night. They would always get to bed at eleven to do it all over again the next day.
But that night, Misa started getting cramps.
At first she was terrified that she was going to start hemorrhaging like she had read happened to other women before, but as quickly as the cramp was there it was gone. She tried to get some sleep, but just as she was hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness, she was hit with another cramp, along with a strange gushing feeling. She almost screamed out of fear, but she went over and turned the light on calmly, and looked down at the bed where she'd been laying.
It wasn't blood. It was water.
She sucked in a breath. Oh shit.
She leapt onto the bed and shook her husband's shoulder harshly.
"Light! Light, wake up!"
"Wha? What is it, what's wrong?" He asked, shooting up from the bed.
"Light, my water broke."
It took his sleep addled mind a minute to comprehend what she was saying, but when he did, his eye widened and he bolted out the bedroom door. He got dressed and pulled on a coat, grabbing his cell phone to call for an ambulance before running back to his wife, who was getting dressed. He got their hospital bag from the floor before ushering Misa onto the sidewalk outside their apartment. The ambulance sirens came blaring up the street before parking outside the complex. The two expecting parents hopped in, shut the door and were sped off to the hospital.
Light had his wife lay down on the gurney as EMT's tended to her while he sat down by her side. He held her hand gently, pressed gentle kisses to her forehead, and tried to keep himself as calm as he possibly could, even though every second that went by was tearing at his soul. When the hospital was finally in sight, the tightness of the anxiety that pressed at his chest lessened slightly. He pulled himself together at the sight as much as he could and ran beside her as the EMT's wheeled her to the maternity ward.
For those first few hours after the pain began, Misa stayed fairly calm. She thanked her husband when he pressed a cool rag to her forehead and appreciated his words of encouragement when he told her how amazingly brave she was. She even apologized when she squeezed his hand a little too tight and made him wince. But as time wore on, her patience and optimism were being stretched to their limits. When the sixth hour hit, she began to lose her positivity and excitement over what was happening. The reprieves between the pain were becoming shorter and shorter, and as the time between pains shortened, so did her temper. As much as she loved her husband, he was beginning to get on her nerves. It didn't matter if he said something or if he stayed quiet, he was driving her mad.
By the time twelve hours had gone by, she was a cast iron bitch.
She had begged and pleaded for an epidural to numb her pain, but the Doctor told her it was too late for that now.
Seventeen grueling hours of enduring the pain had gone by, and she was enraged by the pain that seemed to overwhelm her with every contraction. Light was talking to her, trying to be encouraging, but it wasn't working.
"Breathe, baby. You heard the doctor. It won't be much longer."
She was wretching inside her bed, shrieking as the pain tore her apart from the inside out.
Finally, the doctor checked her cervix and declared that it was time for her to push.
The pain was inhuman, and almost intolerable. She'd thought the contractions were bad, but this... This was hell on earth. It seemed like it would never end. But, with one final push, her torment ended, and a cry pierced her ears.
"Congratulations Mrs. Yagami, it's a girl."
Her vision was blurred, but she reached up for the baby being held up by the doctor.
"Please, can I hold her?" She asked. The nurses exchanged worried glances, but nodded.
"Just for a minute."
A little pink bundle was placed in her arms, and suddenly everything in her world stopped.
Her little eyes were closed, but she had the most perfect little lips and button nose that Misa had ever seen. A shock of blonde hair lay atop her head, and she seemed to fit in Misa's arms as though they were made to hold her. The love that burst open inside of her was indescribable.
"She's perfect."
"Dad, would you like to cut the cord?" Asked the doctor. He did, before Misa handed her to him to hold.
The second his eyes landed on her face, he fell in love with her. Instantaneously. Irrevocably. She was the most perfect being he had ever seen. He felt a tear run down his face.
"Oh Misa... Thank you."
But before he could do anything more, the tiny baby was taken from his arms and into the NICU for observation.