A/N: Guys! It's been so long hasn't it? Wow, life has just ran away from me recently. I keep trying to update but it never seems to happen! I've had a lot of weird things go on this past month and considering I have not updated in what seems like a year – finally I've dragged my ass to the computer and starting putting words together! (Also I have not had a child myself, so.. I'm sorry if my facts are off, I have tried to research it as much as I can…)

Chapter 20 – Ut oh, here we go!

It's 9:45pm and I am exhausted. Why am I exhausted? Beats me. I am officially on maternity leave which now means my days are dull and patiently awaiting the arrival of little Grey.
I've been feeling sorry for myself all day as this horrific pain decided to start up on my lower back. After many attempts to tell Christian that is was probably perfectly normal and Grace did not need to come over took a lot of strength out of me.
Christian has been hovering around me all day and at first I didn't mind but eventually I just wanted to be alone. I remember him looking at me with those gray eyes swallowed in confusion to what he had done. In fact he hadn't done anything, and that annoyed me more.
He practically ran to his office and has been in there since. Probably a safe bet.
I'm fed up with being pregnant. I've got to that point where I want to just pull him out. I'm too fat and I can't stand for long. I have to pee 45768 times a day, my breasts are rock hard and sore. Please someone tell me how they do this more than once? I feel like a whale and it's not all walking on clouds anymore.

I wince as my back screams at me in pain. God I can't wait for this to be over.
I decide to get up and get myself a drink of water. I hobble out of the bed and make my way downstairs ignoring my back that is sending electric pains around everywhere.
I get to the bottom of the step and scream out in agony. I thump my butt down on the step and place my head against the side of the wall. I scrunch my face trying to ride out this pain.
I hear commotion behind me and christian runs from his study.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he speaks as his hands are all over my face. Searching for an obvious injury.
"My back" I say as a sob escapes my lips. His gray eyes meet mine and I know he wants his mom here. I can sense it. This is all out of his control and he needs reassurance and that's Grace.
"Fine" I say to his mental question. I see him cock an eyebrow.
"You can call your mom" I explain and I see him relax slightly. He picks up his phone out of his pocket and explains to Grace my symptoms – and of course she is on her way.
"Thank you" he says and I go to reply but my back throws another spasm of pain at me. I have hold of Christian's hand as he soothingly strokes my hair.
"Y'know – I'm starting to re-think this baby thing"
I hear Christian chuckle into my ear.
"It might be a bit late for that now Ana, but it will be worth it when he is here"
I narrow my eyes.
"Of course you can say that. You are not having your back scorched in flames of pain" I know he's right and everything is worth our little Ted but fucking hell, people can worn you about the pain but it is nothing in comparison to what you actually feel. And this is just the beginning. Fuck.
The front door opens and in walks Dr Grace and she is all smiles and for some reason that irritates me.
"Oh Ana, darling isn't this exciting?" I smile back at her.
Grace does some checks and kindly informs me that I am officially experiencing contractions which throws me off guard cause I still have 3 weeks till Ted's due date.
"It's too early! He's not due yet" I sob into Christian's arms.
"We need to go to the hospital!" Christian says in a panic. This is so out of Fifties control and it's starting to make him more scared than normal.
"Christian, Honey. There is no point. Ana would just be sent home to progress. We'll just have to keep an eye on her for now" Grace says calmly though I don't think that's going to calm him down.
I've been moved to the living room and the only position I can get remotely comfortable in is with my knees on the carpet, leaning over the sofa. I practically have my face pressed into the cushion and my butt up in the air!
I awaited Christian to say some naughty remark but he doesn't – he really must be scared!
Gale brought everyone cups of tea. The whole house is alive and lingering near me. I'm in the early stages of contractions and I feel defeated – they're going to get stronger and I'm not sure how I am going to deal with it.
Christian is sat besides me trying to do everything he can to soothe me. God, I fucking love that man.

"I need to stand" I say and Christian helps me up. I start to slowly walk around the room. I feel fidgety and irritated.
I walk into another room and Christian follows me. I sit on his desk chair and swivel from side to side.
I look into his eyes and get lost for a second.
"I love you Ana. You're doing great" My heart beats for him.
"I love you too. Am I? I feel defeated and it's not even bad yet" I explain. His kisses my forehead.
"You're my strong Ana. You can do this. I know you can" his words flow to me like little clouds of love.
Our heads are against each other, and we sit there for what feels like eternity. This is what I want. Just him and I, waiting for my body to adjust to bring our baby into this world.
The contractions are not speeding up so Grace suggests that I try to get as many naps in as I can. I take her advice and let myself drift off into little sleeps. The sofa has now become my new best friend.

It's 4:23am and I am awoken from one of my many naps to a different pain that before. Fuck. This pain made the ones before feel like little walks in the park. All across my abdomen is a wire of dancing pain. I squeeze Christian's hand as I try to ride out the pain.
Grace checks me over and times each contraction that hits me. She informs me if they carry on like this that I can go to the hospital. Finally!
Christian runs upstairs to grab our things along with the baby bag.
This is now turning so fucking real. The next time I will be here I will be mother. I will have a son and suddenly the pain doesn't seem unbreakable any more. Christian was right, as I vision my little boy in my arms – all of this is worth it. It's worth him. Ted.

This is all I'm going to upload today cause I now don't have a lot of time but I am uploading again on Sunday so.. I will continue. xo