Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

34. It All Comes Down

CHAPTER 34: It All Comes Down

"PLEASE DON'T!" My screaming wouldn't dissipate, I felt everything succumb to darkness the more they forced me into the infirmary, "I NEED MY HUSBAND! PLEASE, LET HIM HOLD MY HAND!" I was ready, giving birth is a task that waits for no one. I felt the contractions shatter my spine almost-everything made me dizzy and disorientated while they wouldn't listen to his screams, to his banging on the glass doors. There was no plan. Nine Pom this and there was nothing we could do.

"We have no choice, the baby is ready now. Take her blood pressure, heart rate and vitals-we need to know if she's the same case as Candidate Eight." Lillian-oh, Lilly. I squeezed my eyes close and cried out, screaming and feeling like I was being teared apart.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"She's dilated ten, Candidate Eleven, you need to push! Now!" The doctor in front of me wasn't kind or caring, I had no one holding my hand, no one I could grip onto like a lifeline when all I needed was Aaron. They wouldn't let him in. The blinding pain while I was forced to sit up and push, my scream ricocheted against the walls and I pushed a baby boy out after thirty-seven hours of that blinding pain.

"Weigh him." The dark voice of every dream and every single nightmare, all in one.

I felt everything weigh me down as I stared at my baby boy. His cries, all I could hear were his cries while I stared out at my child. Leaning back, I felt the long beep, I felt her slowly grip my hand before death called upon me after birth. Just like Candidate Eight. My baby...my last thought-

"Olive, wake up. It's just a bad dream." A soft voice says down to me.

I snap my eyes open and rip up into a sitting position, her crystal blue eyes told me she had been crying, she gives me a gentle look, rubbing my arm, "I've had those dreams." She murmurs down to me. I feel a hand move against the glass, Aaron's cognac brown eyes widened in concern, he looks all over me.

"Was he doing the banging?" I whisper, groggily.

"You were moving around, he knew it was a nightmare. I couldn't sleep last night and neither could they. He stayed up, just watching you. They haven't touched the gates after they brought in appliances. Fridge full of food, the bathrooms are down there to the left." She tells me, slowly. I close my eyes and drop back against the pillow, she does the same next to me.

"We're stronger than this." I whisper.

"I know. We just need to wait it out." She murmurs, turning on her side, her baby bump brushes my hip. I almost forgot how big she'd gotten in six months. Javier slides in next to Aaron on the table they're seated on. Aaron places a letter on the glass for me.

You were screaming for me?

I look up into his cognac eyes, strength in unity is what I saw, "They wouldn't let me hold your hand when I gave birth-Aaron, you should get some sleep." I tell him, looking at the bags under his eyes, he looked utterly drained, only I watch him shake his head furiously at me, eyes narrowed. He grabs the paper and pen, writing down more.

I would break the glass before that bloody happened. Olive, you need to eat something. I'm begging you, you're tired and terrified and I feel fucking useless, please eat something. I watched them, they haven't tampered with the food. You're not just feeding for one now, love.

I sigh in defeat when I look behind him and see the amount of books stacked up, tattered even though they were just newly bought. He follows my line of sight and slowly lowers the page, "You read fifteen books on pregnancy over night?" I question, looking at him.