Author Notes: Emma is eight months pregnant. This is a much longer chapter and I'm working on the next chapter where you see Dean and Emma's parents back home, hopefully it pans out to be longer as well. Also set up a poll on my profile to vote for the final name of the baby. Please vote! Last chance to vote. Please read and review!
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Waiting by 3sth3r
Chapter 11: False Labor
Emma POV's
"Jessica?" I asked going over the list of names in my head. I look down at my very pregnant body.
"No," Dean replied, "What about Logan for a boy?" We look out over the tree top from the completed footbridge. The only thing left is on more wall and a roof for the second house, where I plan to make into the baby's room after a year or two. But the more time passes the worst Dean gets.
"Veto. Skylar?" I worry about Dean. The baby however has been kicking all day, and for the last few weeks has been waking me up in my sleep. I'm so tired.
"Skylar are you serious. I thought you wanted a stable name. Older." He paused "What about Maria, Elizabeth, or Grace?"
"I like Grace and Elizabeth. But this does seem like a first name, maybe they could be a middle name." I said rubbing my large stomach. "But if it's a boy think Noah would be nice." I paused, "No wait, Aria is a great girl name."
Dean shrugged his shoulder. "What do you think about William, or why not name him Jack, after my dad?"
"I don't know, maybe." I sighed. "We should get some food soon." Dean nodded. We head down the steps. The garden has grown wild but the berries are grown great for the strict space. Dean commented on how it was a good idea I thought of a garden. I picked the berries while Dean collected some crabs for the traps.
We ate on the beach when an aching pain started underside of my stomach. I hold the underside of my stomach and wait for the pain to pass. I laid back. I cover my eyes form the sun. Counting the weeks I have been pregnant, when I'm done I count 33 weeks or so, which means I'm just over eight months.
"Do you want to go swimming?" Dean asked, but I shake my head. I take a deep breathe in as another aching pain waves over me. Dean starts making laps in the ocean. He looks free as the waves crash over the shore.
I ball my hands into fits as the pain starts over again. This time the pain hits it's worse than before but it's nothing I can handle for now. The pain creeps upward a few moments later as another wave of pain comes again. I take another breath in and try to clam myself from the raising panic in the back of my mind. Breathe I tell myself. In and out, just breathe. It's nothing just some pain it nothing to worry about.
"Are you ok?" Dean looks down at me with worry. I move my hand away from my eyes and squint at the blinding light.
"Yeah, just tried you know." I nod. "Are you leaving?" I ask when I see him pick up his things from the sandy beach. He brushed off the sand.
"Yeah, I have to finish the house before the baby comes." I nod and turn on my side as another wave of pain hits. Dean kneels next to me and sees the pain in my face. "Are you ok?" I hold on to his hand. "Emma, its ok." I squeeze his hand tightly while he brushes my hair. "How long has this been going on?" he asks.
"Not long only since last night."
Dean eyes widen, "LAST NIGHT!" He squeezes my hand tightly. "You should have told me. Why did you tell me?" Dean face is filled with pain.
"I didn't want you to be worried I know that you've been worried all the way and I did want to add to it." I paused, "But the pains have been on and off. You know like, some hours it was on and then this morning I felt nothing."
"So, what is it? What are you thinking?"
"I think maybe its false labor like my body getting ready for real labor. Plus I heard that when you have real labor you know." He nods and holds my hand.
The waves of pain that I had been experiencing faded like they did before but after a while the pain doesn't come back. I take another deep breathe and tell Dean that it's ok. Dean carries me most of the way, but for the last few steps a force myself to walk. For now Dean doesn't seem too worried about house any more and more about me.
A Few Weeks Later
A deep pain on the underside of my stomach wakes me from my sleep. I take up and see the sparkling stars over head as the pain subsides. The pain fades but I don't think it will be a problem much. It could be false labor again, I think to myself. And when the pain fails to return I get up for the large bed of banana leaves and walk out into the cold night air.
I need a walk, I tell myself, to calm the nervous. I walk a short time to get to the beach and sat down looking of at the waves. The moon is full and bright. It sits just on the sea. My head starts to run away with me. I picture the baby healthy in my arms growing up on the island. But I fear for the future. What if we didn't get home? I wonder. What if I never see my mom again? My thoughts continued like this for a while before a deep pain starts on the underside of my stomach, but it worse than before.
Now I know this isn't false labor. I get up as quick as I can move toward the house but before I can get there another deep pain starts again that stops me from continuing.
To be continued…