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Chapter 46

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This was by far the worst pain I had ever experienced. Far worse than the aftermath of the car accident, worse than when I was shot.

No, this was awful. Excruciating, even.

"Do they not have any - fucking painkillers!" I spoke out loud, frustrated, not caring for the words coming from my mouth.

"I don't know! I can - ask?" Harry responded timidly - apparently he was scared of me right now. I had a feeling I would be too.

"Yes! Yes, go bloody ask!" I breath out in exhaustion.

The current situation was this. Harry had called an ambulance at the hotel, despite my protests telling him I'd be fine in our car. He'd refused, continuing to call them anyway. They'd arrived and brought me to the nearest hospital, where I had been given a room and told to walk around for a little bit.

The nurse said it could be hours before I would be giving birth, I had to wait for my contractions to be less spaced apart.

The nurse could bloody piss off for all I cared.

That was the hormones and pain talking. Both of the two combined were managing to create an absolute monster out of me.

But, as Harry left to talk to someone, it allowed me a little breathing room. A few moments on my own, in my own space, where I could hopefully start to work on my breathing and calm down a -

"Holy fucking shit!" I cried out, clutching at my stomach as another intense contraction swept over me. I was absolutely not cut out for this pregnancy malarkey. I just wanted the pain to stop.

The door flew open, Harry running back in, his face flushed, worried. "What happened? Is everything okay?"

"These stupid contractions are going to be the death of me," I said through gritted teeth, gripping a hold of the bar of the hospital bed.

"Uh - do you remember any of the breathing exercises in the book my Mum gave -"

"Do I look like I remember any breathing exercises?" I replied sarcastically, just about having time to roll my eyes before the next bout of pain took over. "Where the hell are those painkillers?"

"They're coming! She's trying to find some strong ones for you, she's trying her best!"

His words somehow managed to cut through the outer monster layer, and through to me. "I'm sorry. I know I'm moody, and argumentative right now...this just really hurts," I complained, looking up and meeting his gaze.

"And you're doing amazing. No buts or exceptions. You are."

"What time are your parents getting here?" I ask, changing the subject rapidly.

The wedding had only been a few days ago, and luckily for Harry his family were still in London, staying in a hotel nearby.

"Twenty minutes. Dad called as we came into the hospital," he relays back to me, holding his hand out for me to accept.

I eye him up suspiciously. "You're either brave or stupid if you're seriously considering giving a pregnant woman giving birth your hand. You won't have it by the time this child is born."

"Oh shut up and hold my hand already," he tells he light heartedly, wiggling his hand to encourage me.

"Oh well. It's your funeral. Or, more like your hand's," I laugh. It acted as a brief distraction from the pain I was feeling, and whilst it was definitely still present, I could cope through it for now.