Jiley Oneshots

Painful births

"Deborah, I need James," Riley cries to her future mother-in-law as she sat on the sofa with her legs open, panting and breathing out in a quick-paced cycle. She closes her eyes and groans through the pain when she's hit with yet another contraction while she massages her stomach. "I- It hurts," she sobs, her face red with tears streaming down past her cheeks.

"I know, sweetheart," Deborah assures her, rubbing her arm lightly as she stood in front of her almost daughter. "Piper, I need to you to call James right now and let him know Riley's in labour. Tell him to get here as quickly as possible," she orders the younger girl who had just arrived downstairs after leaving her bedroom. She was totally confused as to what was happening, but the moment her eyes meet Riley, she quickly puts everything together and gets her phone out of the pocket of her hoody. "Riley, I need you to calm down-"

"I can't calm down," the girl cuts the older lady off. "It hurts so badly. And I'm two weeks early." She lays her head back down when she's hit with a sudden wave that courses through her stomach and she grits her teeth together. "James should be here by now," she says through an exhale. "I need him, where is he?!"

"He's coming, love," Deborah responds, trying to remain calm and collected for Riley's sake. She keeps her hand on Riley's arm and turns around to face her own daughter. "Piper, where is he?" she whisper-yells. "Riley's suffering here and she needs him, tell him to hurry up."

"He said he wants to talk to Riley," Piper reports. Deborah takes a look down at the crying dirty blonde haired girl, before ushering her hand back and forth to gesture for Piper to give the phone to her.

"Put it on speaker," she instructs the sixteen-year-old, just before Riley screams through her teeth, whimpering in pain.

On the other side of the line, James was in the car, his phone in his hand as he drove back from the shopping centre to his house. He comes to a stop when he reaches a red traffic light and his heart stops, bringing his full focus to his fiancée as he heard her yell in desperation for comfort.

"Ri, baby," he says softly. The tenderness of his voice brings the girls loud wails to a halt as she tries to focus on the father of her baby. 

"James," she whispers, still with tears in her eyes as a whimper escapes her lips. Deborah puts on a pair of gloves and slowly reaches over to rub her hands over the twenty four year old's exposed belly, gently pushing it down every now and again. Instead of setting her concentration on the contractions striving through her body, she focuses on James's next words at the same time as he begins to drive again.

"Riles, I'm coming okay. I'm just around the corner so I need you to be brave for me, and I need you to breathe in and out."

"I can't, James," she sighs, closing her eyes tightly and wincing when Deborah presses down on her stomach a bit harder than expected. "Where are you? I need you here," Riley continues, her voice becoming a mere whisper and only just detectable for James to hear.

"I'm on the high street," he tells her, looking around to find the nearest shop in his view. "I'm by the pizza and pasta place, okay," he adds, but in response, he gets another loud moan when Deborah tells her to push. The moment James hears her cries, his heart pauses again but only for him to join a traffic jam, cars beeping here and there and red and amber lights surrounding him fully. "Ri, close your eyes and think about something, okay, hon. Don't focus on the pain. I want you to imagine your body feels numb right now and I'm right beside you. The second I get home, I'll be there to cuddle you, baby girl," James continues to say. 

Back home, Riley nods to herself, listening to his every word and longing for his touch, hoping for him to be there soon, not knowing the amount of traffic he was stuck in.