'Cause Our Love Will Light The Way, chapter 4
Five months later, Emily's POV
I woke up, and glanced at the clock. I groaned, and heaved myself up out of bed. It didn't help that my stomach was now so large that I couldn't directly see my own feet. I walked to the wardrobe and burrowed for some decent clothes, and took them to the bathroom. I put the clothes on the counter, and stripped down. I turned the shower on, enjoying the sensation of the hot water running down my body. The past couple of days had been really tiring for me, even though I did scarcely anything. This afternoon I had felt the need for a nap, to be fully charged up for tonight. I finished showering and walked down to the living room, where Jakob was, just watching some mindless crap, waiting for me.
He turned.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
We were going out to tea with all the Armstrongs, all the Wrights, plus Stella. We got into the car.
"Did you put in the bag of hospital stuff?" I asked Jake.
"Yup, it's all in the boot," he said.
We drove to the restaurant. It was a secluded Italian restaurant, which had provided the two families with very good meals in the past. We meet everyone else there. We had a great time, talking, laughing and catching up on each others lives since we last saw them. It was during the main course, around eight o'clock, that something felt wet I looked down. It was all on my pants and on the seat. I hadn't peed myself, my water had broken.
"Jake, Jake!!" I yelled.
"What is it, hunny?" he said urgently
"My waters broken! Get me to the hospital!" By this time, everyone at the table knew what was going on, and Billie and Jakob were helping me out to the car. Mum and dad came too.
Jakob's POV
I half carried Emily to the car, dad helped. We put her in the passenger seat, and dad and Tre and Eva crammed into the back seats. I drove as fast as I could to the hospital. Luckily the closest one, Oakland Gardens Private Hospital, was only five minutes away.
When we reached the hospital, we carried a screaming Emily in. The contractions had started. Eva quickly ran ahead and told the receptionist what was happening. Emily was put onto a wheelchair, and pushed into a ward. I followed closely behind, until we reached an empty bed which Emily was lifted on to. I helped take off her jeans and her underwear. I stood next to her, and held her hand, kissing her head.
Emily's POV
Oh god, I thought. This was KILLING me. Now I understood why they said giving birth is the most painful experience you'll ever have. The doctor was standing at the end of the bed, and he was opening my legs. I was holding on to Jakob's hand, squeezing it hard. I could see his knuckles turning white.
"Miss Armstrong, I'm going to need you to push as hard as you can when I tell you, alright?"
"It's alright babe, just push as hard as you can, okay?" he said, kissing my cheek.
I panted. Sharp, twisting pains were making there way down my stomach.
"Alright, now PUSH!!" yelled the doctor.
I pushed as hard as I could. It hurt. Fuck, it hurt.
"Come on, push some more," encouraged the doctor. I tried to push more, but I couldn't, it just hurt too much.
"Miss Armstrong, I can see a head, but I'm going to need you to push harder, okay?"
"Come on babe, push!" said Jakob.
"Shut the fuck up Jakob, I'd like to see you do this," I snapped.
Nine months of morning sickness, vomiting, cravings, sore breasts and mood swings were all leading up to this point. After this, it would all be over, and I would have my own gorgeous child. With new found strength I pushed as hard as I could, I pushed over and over and over, until I felt something fully pass through.
"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong, you have a beautiful new girl," the doctor wrapped the baby up in a blanket, and handed her to me.
I held her fragile body in my arms. She was beautiful. There was no other way to describe her.
I looked up to see Jakob watching her over my shoulder.
"She has your eyes," he said softly, smiling.
"Here, hold her," I said, holding out the baby to him. Jakob's face creased.
"What if I hurt her?" I smiled.
"You won't," he gently picked her up out of my arms, and held her close.
"What are we gonna name her?" he asked me.
"How about Meeka Imogene Armstrong?"
"That sounds beautiful," he said.
I woke up, and glanced at the clock. I groaned, and heaved myself up out of bed. It didn't help that my stomach was now so large that I couldn't directly see my own feet. I walked to the wardrobe and burrowed for some decent clothes, and took them to the bathroom. I put the clothes on the counter, and stripped down. I turned the shower on, enjoying the sensation of the hot water running down my body. The past couple of days had been really tiring for me, even though I did scarcely anything. This afternoon I had felt the need for a nap, to be fully charged up for tonight. I finished showering and walked down to the living room, where Jakob was, just watching some mindless crap, waiting for me.
He turned.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
We were going out to tea with all the Armstrongs, all the Wrights, plus Stella. We got into the car.
"Did you put in the bag of hospital stuff?" I asked Jake.
"Yup, it's all in the boot," he said.
We drove to the restaurant. It was a secluded Italian restaurant, which had provided the two families with very good meals in the past. We meet everyone else there. We had a great time, talking, laughing and catching up on each others lives since we last saw them. It was during the main course, around eight o'clock, that something felt wet I looked down. It was all on my pants and on the seat. I hadn't peed myself, my water had broken.
"Jake, Jake!!" I yelled.
"What is it, hunny?" he said urgently
"My waters broken! Get me to the hospital!" By this time, everyone at the table knew what was going on, and Billie and Jakob were helping me out to the car. Mum and dad came too.
Jakob's POV
I half carried Emily to the car, dad helped. We put her in the passenger seat, and dad and Tre and Eva crammed into the back seats. I drove as fast as I could to the hospital. Luckily the closest one, Oakland Gardens Private Hospital, was only five minutes away.
When we reached the hospital, we carried a screaming Emily in. The contractions had started. Eva quickly ran ahead and told the receptionist what was happening. Emily was put onto a wheelchair, and pushed into a ward. I followed closely behind, until we reached an empty bed which Emily was lifted on to. I helped take off her jeans and her underwear. I stood next to her, and held her hand, kissing her head.
Emily's POV
Oh god, I thought. This was KILLING me. Now I understood why they said giving birth is the most painful experience you'll ever have. The doctor was standing at the end of the bed, and he was opening my legs. I was holding on to Jakob's hand, squeezing it hard. I could see his knuckles turning white.
"Miss Armstrong, I'm going to need you to push as hard as you can when I tell you, alright?"
"It's alright babe, just push as hard as you can, okay?" he said, kissing my cheek.
I panted. Sharp, twisting pains were making there way down my stomach.
"Alright, now PUSH!!" yelled the doctor.
I pushed as hard as I could. It hurt. Fuck, it hurt.
"Come on, push some more," encouraged the doctor. I tried to push more, but I couldn't, it just hurt too much.
"Miss Armstrong, I can see a head, but I'm going to need you to push harder, okay?"
"Come on babe, push!" said Jakob.
"Shut the fuck up Jakob, I'd like to see you do this," I snapped.
Nine months of morning sickness, vomiting, cravings, sore breasts and mood swings were all leading up to this point. After this, it would all be over, and I would have my own gorgeous child. With new found strength I pushed as hard as I could, I pushed over and over and over, until I felt something fully pass through.
"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong, you have a beautiful new girl," the doctor wrapped the baby up in a blanket, and handed her to me.
I held her fragile body in my arms. She was beautiful. There was no other way to describe her.
I looked up to see Jakob watching her over my shoulder.
"She has your eyes," he said softly, smiling.
"Here, hold her," I said, holding out the baby to him. Jakob's face creased.
"What if I hurt her?" I smiled.
"You won't," he gently picked her up out of my arms, and held her close.
"What are we gonna name her?" he asked me.
"How about Meeka Imogene Armstrong?"
"That sounds beautiful," he said.
