46: Babies

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Santino's POV

"and then, you add heavy cream."

"Okay..."

"Garlic salt instead of the normal one... That's it, you're so good at this!"

"Mom, I'm technically a chef." They laugh. I love my fiancée and I can't express how excited I am to have her in my life. She turns to look at me with hugest smile ever and I watch her slowly walk to me... or well, my mind just made everything seem in slo-mo. Really she was approaching in normal pace.

"Babe... Babe... Renzo.."

"Huh?- Uh yeah sure." I'm pulled out of my thoughts be her voice and snapping fingers.

"UHH yEah sUrE." she says imitating my voice and accent. Honestly I think it was cute and funny, so I chuckle a little. Mom chuckling too.

*sigh
"Don't you know it's rude to stare-" not when I'm staring at what's mine. "plus you didn't hear what I said... Babeee?" she whines and pouts, tilting her head a bit.

"I'm sorry principessa, what is it you wanna say." I smile at her. She smiles and claps her hands together, as if she wasn't pouting a few seconds ago.

"So! Mom taught me one of your family's secret recipes. I KILLED IT!!" She says the last part kinda loud.

"Right mom!?"

"Of course you did, don't you remember... 'mOm, I'm tECHnicallY a chEf!'" My mom says now mimicking my fiancée, honestly exegerrating her accent and tone a little. Causing me to laugh.

"Wow mom... I thought you had my back, I thought you were my friend, my partner, my gal. Then you just go and stab me in the back!" Charlene says. With a hand on her chest and a fake-hurt expression. Drama queen.
My mom rolls her eyes and comes to hug Charlene.

"All right- all right. I'm sorry... I'm your 'gal' or whatever."

"Yay! Can we go eat now, I'm hungry. Plus I can't wait to eat the food we made." She skips away...

"Hey! No skipping! You're pregnant, be careful!" I shout and my mom just chuckles. We follow her to help take the dishes to the dining room.

By the way, can we talk about that dress? Mmh mh mh. Looks like a whole full course meal, and the way it wraps around her body and shows off her big baby bump... All of her assets (*wink *wink)
I wanna wrap around her-

"Babe are you coming, I'll start eating without you!" Pregnant women, am I right?

..

She moans and stretches, putting her hands on her stomach.

"Man am I fulll! Mom, that food was the bomb! You see why you're my gal?"

"The bomb?" my mom asks with her eyebrow raised. Why is this funny?

"Yeah mom, the bomb... It's like when something is cool or exciting or enjoyable."

"Uhh okay... I guess it is 'the bomb.'"

"K well, I'm going to do the dishes now." My fiancée says, standing from her seat.

I'm about to stop her because she's pregnant and the maids can do it. But suddenly we hear a spill of water on the floor and her face turns into one of shock?

"my water just broke.." she whispers not audible enough. My mom an I just stare at her.

"MY WATER JUST BROKE!!" She screams and we all start panicking.

"MY WATER JUST BROKE!"
"MY WATER JUST BROKE!"
"MY WATER JUST BROKE!"

"Okay. Okay." I say trying to be calm. Shit!

"Cazzo! Mamma, please tell the maids to gather her stuff upstairs while I take her to the car and we'll leave for the hospital." [fuck]

"Si figlio." [Yes son]

I carry my fiancée to the car and luckily, she's not exaggerating like most people would describe women in labour. She's just... breathing. I put her in the car and secure her in a seat belt. I'm about to go to the driver's side.

"It's okay il capo, I'll drive." [boss] Mateo says and takes the keys. My mom comes, the maids putting a bag in the trunk and we drive away. One car ahead of us and one car behind. Safety first.

"Baby, are you okay."

"Y-yeah... I'm okay." she says and continues doing her breath exercises.

Few minutes later, we arrive at the hospital. Finding doctors and nurses already waiting for us. We head to a the VIP wing emmidiately.
..

"Baby... Are you still okay?" We've been waiting for a while now. I look at her, wiping the sweat on her face

"Yeah?...."

"Shit, ahhh.... No, no I'm.... I'm not okay."

"Okay, relax baby... Just breathe."

"WHERE THE FUCK IS THE FUCKEN DOCTOR!!" She yells... sheesh okay.
My mom comes to her side and holds her other hand.

"It's okay figlia... Just breathe for mamma okay." [daughter]
My mom says calmy brushing Charlene's hair, this is why we needed her to be here. She nods and continues breathing.

"Hi, I'm doctor Liang. My father put me in charge of your delivery. If you don't mind, let's check if the little ones are ready to come out shall we." A young, Asian female version of Dr. Liang - who we've been consulting- says.

"Owkayy... It seems your cervix is fully dilated and baby number one is ready to come out. Now hunny bear, I will need you to push as much as you can okay?"

"O- okay.." she curtly nods, still trying to breathe as calm as she can. She's so strong.

"Okay, push for me!"
I feel her squeeze my hand and push.

"More.."

"Aaahhhh.."

"Okay good, a little more..."
She pushes...

"A little mo-"

"Oh FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!"
Need I say RIP my hand?... No?
Okay.

"Alomst there.. Just push!"

"Aaaahhhhh... Fuck fuck... SHIT.... Aaaaah"
And that's when I heard it. My baby's cries.

"It's a boy people!!" The doctor says smiling. Almost immediately, nurse comes and takes my son away to clean him up.

"Okay... We're not done yet. You gotta push again okay."

"Fuck... Okay." She says breathing heavily.

"It's okay baby, you can do this."

"Okay push.."

"Aaahh.... I HATE YOU.... YOU GOT ME PREGNANT!!"
Oops?
Ow! My hand.

"Little more."
....
"The head's out, a little more..."

"Shit! AAAAHAH!"

"A litt-"

"FUCK YOU!!"

"Okay... That's okay too but you still gotta push..."

She pushes more and boom... Another beautiful-

"THIS ONE IS A GIRLLLLL!!!"

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Author's note

First of all Thanks for all the reads.
Second, please like
Third, I wrote three exams (sad life)
Fourth, please comment, I love communicating with you guys
And last.
Baby names!!!

I love yall
-oh, new chapter coming very soon

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