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Chapter 3
"Much as I love you, Chazz, if you ever try to touch me again after this I will personally castrate you!"
The words left the labouring girl's lips as a hiss, causing her boyfriend to gulp and wordlessly rub her shoulders again in an attempt to soothe her. Now, he would never let it be said – death to the person who so much dared as to say it – that he did not love his girlfriend; he loved Ryleigh with all of his heart and knew that he would always feel like that. But all the while she was whimpering and moaning in pain, she was occasionally throwing threats at him, and he was in no way used to her doing that.
Chazz wished now that, instead of becoming a pro duellist, he had taken a medical degree; it would have come in handy right about now. Of course, he knew that he had never had any interest whatsoever in becoming a doctor – let alone a midwife – and duelling had been his ambition; even if he had foreseen this, he still would have taken his career in the pro leagues.
And his career was going so well – he won many of his duels, losing only to the pros at the absolute top of the league.
But still, it was a little frustrating to know that duelling was his speciality, and it could do no good whatsoever in this kind of nasty situation.
Not to mention, he didn't want his first child to be born in the back-seat of a car, no matter how flashy and expensive. It was wholly unsafe and, to a successful Princeton, rather degrading. He had a whole team of specialty doctors, should he choose to call on them, in the Princeton group; if they were at a hospital – any hospital – then he knew that Ryleigh could have the best care available.
But no. Instead, here they were, in the back of a car with absolutely no help. Ryleigh's faithful spirit partner, Petal Guardian Myoko, was trying its best to guide her duellist through the pains of labour, but there was nothing, save for comfort, that the spirit could do. And although Chazz was helping out by checking to see how dilated she was and giving her sips of water from a bottle they'd luckily had in the car, his help was not adequate; only a professional doctor would have been.
And by this point, Ryleigh was experiencing more pain than she had imagined was possible – the pains of childbirth were not exaggerated, they were damn well understated! This was sheer torture!
Ryleigh knew that she had never been able to handle pain very well, but this ... this was crossing the line and going into something that could only be labelled as unbearable.
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A frustrated groan was drawn from Ryleigh's throat as Chazz felt about with his fingers – this was not pleasurable, however, but rather agonising – and told her that, from his best estimate, she was around six centimeters. This was not far enough to physically deliver the baby yet, and that meant one thing and one thing only: more pain.
She felt his hand close around her own once again and, while she had a momentary break from the agony, she closed her fingers around his. Chazz was at least still awake; she had half expected him to faint again. At least he hadn't abandoned her.
Still, his help wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind when she'd thought about the delivery of their precious baby.
As another contraction hit – fierce, burning, pulling pain – Ryleigh released another loud whimper, her eyes clenched shut and her grip on her boyfriend's hand tightening to the point of pain. For once, though, she didn't really care that Chazz was in pain; she could kill him for doing this to her in the first place!
No. No, she couldn't; logically, she loved him far too much.
At this present moment in time, however, she was too far gone with the pain to notice. She wanted an epidural, morphine, anything that would relieve pain! This whole natural birth process was horrific.
Not to mention that, aside from advice given to her by her doctors earlier in her pregnancy, and what she'd read in books, Ryleigh had little idea of what was normal for a birth and what wasn't; the contractions she was feeling seemed altogether standard for a first birth, but at the same time, she couldn't say specifically because she had never had any experience with this type of thing.
Out of the good old gang at Duel Academy, she was the first female to be having a baby. Some of the guys had girlfriends or wives who produced their children, but neither Alexis nor Blair had gone through a pregnancy or birth yet.
Ryleigh was the first of the old gang, and she was less than amused by this.
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Ryleigh's hand tightened around her boyfriend's, and she would later be ashamed by the spark of pride she felt at knowing that she'd caused him a little pain whilst she was going through this agony. Afterwards, she'd apologise for this and thoroughly make it up to him – for now, she didn't much care.
The knock in her stomach was becoming undone but somehow it still managed to feel like it was tightening unbearably. She couldn't stop the high pitched stream of pained whimpers that escaped from her lips, which by now were swollen from being bitten whilst she went through contractions.
Beside her, Chazz was more or less freaking out. He did all that was expected of him – he checked as best he could to see how far along she was; he stroked her hair; he whispered words of comfort and encouragement; he held her hand. But still, it wasn't enough, and The Chazz did not like it one bit when he realised that he wasn't good enough.
Logically, this had been unforeseen and entirely coincidental. But still, he wanted to play the hero now; he wanted to be Ryleigh's superhero, and it was an enormous dent to his nurtured ego that he couldn't do so.
Instinctively, Chazz tightened his hold on his girlfriend's hand, hoping like hell that she couldn't feel him shaking.
Little did he know, that Ryleigh did not notice in the slightest, because it was at this moment that she felt an entirely new king of pain...
Please R&R