Romano let out a groan of pain as another contraction waved through his body. They had become much closer and quite a bit more painful, and Romano had been in labor for about three hours now. Spain stood by him during this whole time, even throughout his more violent insults.
"This is your entire fucking fault!" Romano cried out, and was tempted to smack Spain upside the head, but he needed to concentrate on having Camila, which was wearing him out more than he expected.
"I'm sorry Lovi; I don't want you to be in so much pain." Spain muttered quietly, looking towards the door as he watched the doctor walked in.
"You're ten centimeters dilated, Mr. Vargas. I think you're ready to push." The doctor said, walking over to Romano.
"Aw, fuck…" Romano moaned. "Can we do this shit later?" The doctor gave him a bewildered look, and Romano gave him a nasty glare.
"No, you do it now. Mr. Carriedo, you don't have to watch if you don't want to, you can wait outside." The doctor looked over at Spain, who was rather pale.
"I can stay gracias." Spain looked nervously around the room, waiting for this to be over. It had been a long nine months, and he knew it would be even longer journey ahead of them, but this was going to be difficult.
"When I say to, you push, is that clear?" The doctor asked, and Romano nodded with a nervous glance. "Okay and, now!" The doctor said and Romano did as he was told.
"DAMN IT!" Romano cried in agony, and the doctor nodded.
"Good, now, do it again now." The doctor comforted Romano gently.
"Antonio I fucking hate YOU!" Romano groaned, as his muscles tightened. He was in serious pain, and Spain was swept with guilt. But Romano's pain was soon rewarded with the wail of a newborn baby. Spain let out a small gasp as he looked at his daughter. Her eyes were a bright green, which shimmered in the dimly lit room. She had a small amount of dark brown hair, and she looked helplessly around before bursting into a wail.
"There we go." The doctor smiled and quickly handed Camila to Romano, whose eyes were filled with tears. "I'll come back later to get her weighted and measured. How are you feeling? You made that pretty easy." The doctor asked, trying to be as helpful as he could now.
"I'm fine, thanks." Romano looked at his daughter, who looked up at him with her bright green eyes. Spain stood by him, looking at Camila happily.
"She's so beautiful." Spain said quietly, before looking at Romano.
"Yes she is. And I hope you know you were pretty fucking annoying, you were just standing there like an idiot." Romano replied. "Stop looking at me like that. Bastard…"
"You need to stop swearing Lovi, there's a baby in your arms, so watch your language." Spain muttered. "May I hold her?" Romano grudgingly nodded, and gently handed Camila to Spain.
"Be careful; don't do anything stupid with her." Romano said carefully, as to make sure that Spain would not harm the precious baby.
"Of course Lovi, I will throw her across the room and squirt tomato juice in her eyes." Romano looked horrified as Spain said that before he added, "It was a joke my dear Lovi, I would not treat our child like that. What kind of father do you think I am?" Spain said, laughing at Romano's expression. "I learn from my mistakes, and I won't give her tomatoes anytime soon, you did that to me once." Spain always had fond memories of Romano as a child, and he always wanted to have a child of his own, and there she was. Camila Milagros Vargas.
Here is chapter ten. I have to say, it is my least favorite chapter. I have never written anything like that before so I apologize for the suckiness. Anyways, thank you for sticking with me throughout this, the next two chapters are going to be the last.