Ana
"Have you found him yet?" I nervously bite my thumbnail as I stare at Christian who is pacing at the end of our bed.
"No. The manager at the shelter hasn't seen him for a week and a half," he sighs as he runs a hand down his face.
"I hope he is okay. He needs to get off the street."
"I don't know where to look. Plus, I'm not very comfortable going out there when you're so close to your due date," he sighs and comes to sit down beside me.
"We have eight more days, though. How about we go out today?" I rub my stomach.
"Anastasia, I am not going out there right now, and even if I did, there is no way in hell I am taking you with me," he snaps.
I groan and nod my head. "I'm sorry. Just worried about him."
Christian's eyes soften and then places his hand on my stomach. "Me too, baby. We will find him soon. Are you tired?"
I groan. "A little. Ugh, I am so uncomfortable. I am over being pregnant."
"I know baby, but you're almost there."
He kisses my hair as I lean back on my hands and breathe through the Braxton Hicks contractions. I've been having them often the last few days.
Tomorrow I will be thirty-nine weeks pregnant. At my last doctor's appointment, I wasn't dilated at all yet, but I could be going into active labor at any time this week. I'm crossing my fingers that this baby gets delivered soon.
I let out a smile when Christian picks up my hand and kisses my wedding and engagement rings.
"Well?" Christian smirks.
"You know that always puts a smile on my face," I giggle.
"Good," he chuckles
Christian and I got married last week in a small, intimate ceremony in the backyard of Grace and Carrick's house. We considered getting married after the baby was born, but I didn't want to wait any longer to call Christian by husband, which he wholeheartedly agreed.
Our wedding was beautiful. Our entire family and a few members of the shelter were in attendance. Addison was a bridesmaid, and Priscilla was my maid of honor. Elliot was Christian's best man, and Grayson was a groomsman. The color of Addison and Priscilla's dresses matched Grayson and Elliot's tie, which were a light green.
My wedding dress was a short white gown that fell to my knees. It had a V shaped neckline and delicate lace detailing on the shoulders. The back of the dress came with a white satin sash that was held under my bust and tied at the back. Christian looked dashing in his black tux and bow-tie.
After the ceremony, the reception was held in a white tent by the water. The night was full of laughter, food and dancing. Our reception ended with a surprise trip by Grace and Carrick for our honeymoon. Since I am in my last trimester, I couldn't fly anywhere, so they gave us an all paid weekend trip to Ann Arbor.
After tears and hugs from everybody at the wedding, Christian drove us to our honeymoon destination. After about an hour, we arrived at a beautiful bed and breakfast in Downtown. Our wedding night was magical, and the rest of the weekend was fun and relaxing, and of course full of passionate lovemaking. Our honeymoon was perfect, and it was just what we needed before our bundle of joy makes his appearance.
After our last destination in Ann Arbor, which was carefully walking along the Huron River hand in hand, we packed up and drove back home.
"What are you thinking about?" Christian brings me out of my daydream.
"Just our wedding and our honeymoon weekend."
He smirks and then leans over and kisses me passionately. I moan against his lips when he gently eases me down on the bed.
I groan as I open my eyes. It's still dark outside, and Christian is still sleeping soundly next to me. I look over towards the windows and see a hint of dawn in the distance.
I bite my lip as another contraction hits me. I rub my stomach and try to breathe through the tightening of my stomach. All night they have come and gone, but they haven't been that strong.
I carefully get out of bed and waddle to the restroom for the millionth time. All night I have had to get up and go to the bathroom. It's irritating, and I am exhausted.
After relieving my bladder, I wash my hands and quietly walk out of our bedroom. I walk downstairs and head into the kitchen to make me a cup of tea.
After I am done making my tea, I sit down at the comfy breakfast nook and marvel at the silence of the house. I look out of the window and stare at the water in contentment, but it is short-lived when another contraction suddenly hits.
A very strong contraction.
I gasp and nearly drop my teacup onto the table. I breathe through the contraction, and when it ends, I sit back and groan while I rub my belly.
"Oh. Your coming, aren't you?" I say out loud in a panic while I try to get up from the table.
"Need to get Christian," I say to myself while slowly walking towards the stairs.
Contractions hit once more, causing me to stop and bend over in pain. "Ow," I squeak and moan through it.
I pant when the contraction is over. I gasp and hold my stomach while slowly standing up straight. I stand there for a few minutes, trying to calm down, but when I walk the first step up the stairs, another one hits.
I sit down on the stairs for the next twenty minutes trying to find the energy to yell out for Christian. The contractions are sometimes three minutes apart, and some are five minutes apart, and they are getting stronger and stronger.
When the last one ends, I somehow find the strength to yell out for my husband.
"CHRISTIAN!"
After a few beats, I hear him run down the stairs towards me.
"Jesus, Ana! Are you okay?" he says in a panic.
"No! I'm having contractions! I think we need to get to the hospital," I pant.
"Okay. Okay. Okay. Let's go."
He stands me up, and we walk down the last step. Christian deposits me on the couch while he runs up the stairs to get his shoes and my hospital bag.
"Are you okay, Ana?" Grace suddenly barrels towards me, along with Carrick right behind her.
"No. The baby is coming," I gasp when another one hits.
Oh, my God, this hurts!
"Has your water broken, honey? Are you bleeding at all?" Grace calmly asks.
"No," I groan as another start.
Grace coaches me through the contraction while we wait for Christian. He practically flies down the stairs when he sees me in pain.
He reaches me, and we all walk towards the front door. It takes longer to get there due to the contractions, but we finally get all loaded up after fifteen minutes.
The ride to the hospital was unbearable! It's early morning, so there is a ton of traffic, and an accident on the highway towards the hospital.
I yelled at Carrick to go faster because the pain was so bad, I felt like I could have the baby at any moment. He starts to freak out and starts driving on the shoulder with the hazard lights on.
The hospital was in view when I suddenly felt lightheaded. My head felt fuzzy and felt like my whole body was buzzing. I started to panic, but after the look of fear on Christian's face, I didn't say anything. I know it was because I wasn't breathing as I needed to while having a contraction. I try not to hold my breath when I am in the middle of one, but it was extremely hard.
"Carrick, please, hurry," I cried out as another one hit.
"Shh, baby. Breathe, baby, breathe," Christian whispered in my ear.
Finally, we arrived at the hospital. Grace got out of the car and went inside to get a nurse. When they came out of the front doors, Christian helped me out of the car and into the wheelchair. The nurse wheeled me into the hospital while Christian kept a hold of my hand.
When we arrived at Triage, the nurse asks me if I am bleeding. I tell her no, and she tells me to go into the bathroom and give them a urine sample and to put on a gown. Christian hurries to the front desk and checks us in while Grace helps me with the gown.
Grace steps outside to give me some privacy while I go to the bathroom. I go to sit down on the toilet to provide them the sample and discover that I am in fact bleeding.
I am just about to yank on the emergency string that is beside the toilet paper roll, but before I can, another contraction hits. I gasp and start screeching out in pain. A nurse comes walking into the bathroom after I finally yank on the string. I tell her that I am bleeding and that I need to lay down.
She lays me down on one of the beds as Christian runs over to us and grabs my hand.
"Okay, honey, I am just going to check to see how far you have dilated," the nurse says as she sits down at the foot of the bed.
"Please, I need something for the pain," I cry as she checks me over.
"I know honey; we will get you something. Just hang on," she explains.
Another nurse walks in and starts getting things ready for my IV line.
"Okay, you are at six centimeters with a bulging bag. We need to get her upstairs. Did you call the doctor?" she says at the nurse who is disconnecting the wires from the wall.
"Yes, she is on her way," she nods.
The two nurses wheel the bed towards the elevator. When we get up to the delivery floor and into my room, the nurses pile in and start working around the room. Grace and Christian each hold onto my hand. A nurse comes up and puts my IV line into the inside of my elbow while another one hits.
"Oh, my, God," I scream as I ride out the most powerful contraction yet.
"I'm here, baby," Christian says into my ear.
"Where is the doctor?" I hear one of the nurses say.
"She is running down the hallway, now."
Before the nurse can check me for dilation, another contraction hits and suddenly, I feel a huge gush and see that my water has finally broken.
"Okay, the water is clear," I hear the nurse say.
I pant and look up at Christian. He looks scared, and I try to smile at him but am not successful. I grip the bed rails hard with my hand as another one hits and I suddenly I feel tons of pressure and have the urge to push.
"I need to push!" I yell out.
One of the nurses comes forward and tells me not to push just yet since the doctor isn't here yet.
"Can I have something for the pain?" I ask as I ride out another one.
"I'm sorry honey, but your past an epidural," she says calmly.
I look at Christian in panic and start to freak out. I can't do this!
"It's okay, baby. It's okay," he says soothingly into my ear.
Grace wipes my forehead gently with a warm washcloth.
Doctor Greene finally comes in and gets ready. When she has her scrubs on, she comes over and checks me. The nurses help me place my feet into the stirrups as we get ready to push. I try not to push, but the pressure is getting agonizing.
"Okay, you are at ten centimeters. It's time to push," she says as she looks up at me.
My eyes glisten, and then I nod and wait until another contraction hits before I start to push. When it does, the pressure is unbearable, and I push a few times and then after the fourth push, and a lot of screaming, we hear a loud cry.
"It's a boy!" Doctor Greene says as she places him on my chest.
Tears leak out of my eyes as I get a good look at my son who is already asleep on my chest.
Christian smiles and kisses me softly on the cheek. I look up at him, and his eyes are full of tears as he looks down at our son. I smile and caress his back and kiss his head softly. Grace is weeping next to me. She kisses my forehead and tells us that she is going to find Carrick and that she will be right back.
After she leaves, Christian cuts the cord, and after another kiss on his head, I hand him over to a nurse, so that he can get cleaned and wrapped up.
After everything is delivered, Doctor Greene congratulates us before she leaves the room. The nurses give me a shot of morphine for the pain, which helps tremendously.
I sigh and lay back and suddenly chuckle at my unexpected natural birth.
"Are you okay?" Christian asks while I stare at the nurses who are busy checking over our son.
"Yes, just thinking about how happy I am," I smile.
"Me too. Thank you, Ana," he whispers as he stares into my eyes.
"I love you."
"I love you more," he whispers.
"Here is your son, Mrs. Grey," the nurse smiles at us as she hands me our son who is all swaddled in a white blanket.
My lip starts to tremble when I finally have my baby boy in my arms. He is the most beautiful baby. He has brown hair with flecks of copper, and bright, innocent gray eyes that lazily stare up at me.
I cry while staring down at him. Christian leans over and softly kisses his forehead.
"My baby boy," he whispers while stroking his cheek.
"Yes, our perfect baby boy."
AN: Sorry for the delay in updates. Unfortunately I wont be able to update very often due to starting my master program. Just have a lot of things that are going on in real life (moving, babies, etc), so I really do not have time to write but I will finish my stories.
So, Ana's labor was similar to my last birth, which was very scary and a extremely fast delivery. I was definitely scared I was going to have my son in my car on the way to the hospital. The hubs did end up driving on the shoulder since there were tons of traffic, but we finally got there and after 20 minutes from arriving, baby Liam was born naturally (which definitely wasn't by choice, lol).
Anyway, this story is starting to wrap up soon. The next chapters will be about the drama of Elliot, Kate and of course, Jack.
Pinterest will be updated shortly with some pics of the wedding.
Please bear with me with updates. I will try my best to get them out soon, but no promises. :)