So I've basically caught up to where I've written in my notebook so I don't know when I'll update next.
I screamed as another contraction came. I was in labor, the baby was coming early. 4 weeks early.
"Max, you're ready." I shook my head at the nurse. There was no way I was doing this without Fang by my side.
"No, not until Fang gets here." I answered looking at my mom.
"Honey, the father isn't coming. The fact he stayed this long is surprising." A nurse said shaking her head.
"He isn't the father!" I snapped
"Max, I'm here." I turned and saw Fang. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
"Okay Max, push." The doctor said
I screamed and squeezed Fang's hand as tightly as I could.
"You're doing great, sweetie. Push again," I did and Fang kissed my forehead, still holding my hand. "Good, one more time." I pushed as hard as I could and a scream that wasn't mine erupted into the air.
The nurse started walking towards me carrying the baby. I turned my head away, closing my eyes. I heard the nurses footsteps stop and then walk away.
Fang sat next to me on my bed in the recovery unit.
"Max, please hold her. You don't have to give her a name." Fang said
"No," I answered.
"Please?"
"Fang," I paused, "I don't want her. I'm putting her up for adoption.
Dun dun dunnnnnn. Cliffe. You still love me though right?