Broken From The Inside

Two

I went into labor the day before my  due date, August 8th. Labor was intense, lasting just over 7 hours. After an hour of pushing, I welcomed my son, Ezra Xio Yugio, into the world at 4:38 am. To my surprise, his father joined me in labor and delivery.  I was shocked to see him, when he came through the door. Pia and Hannah met me at the hospital. I ended up having to call the ambulance because I couldn't think straight. They were doing a dry run when I phoned in for assistance. I called to let my girls know that I was going to the hospital. Pia and Hannah were in town visiting. They decided to stay at the hotel with their boyfriends who they brought along for their vacations. My parents were on their way to visit when I phoned to tell them I was in labor. They stated they would arrive in 3 hours, but would see me when they got here. I was in the room with the nurse answering her questions when D came through the doors. My eyes were fighting back tears. 

He avoided my calls and text for the whole pregnancy and then he showed up when it mattered the most. I couldn't think about how he abandoned me, but I was content in this moment that he was here. I focused my attention on the contractions that hit me hard. My nurse, Tia, asked me if I wanted something for pain and I declined. D came and took my hand. I relaxed at his show of affection. I panted between breaths as the contractions increased. 

We were holding Ezra before we knew it. Gushing over how handsome he was. A perfect blend of his father and I. I was moved to tears looking at what I had just birthed out of my body. I couldn't form sentences. I just cried over my beautiful baby boy. My parents arrived and watched Dairo holding Ezra. I could tell they wanted to ask him so many questions, but refrained for my sake. They allowed him to bond with Ezra. He looked up after some time and saw my parents. He handed Ezra to my mother. My father eyed him questioningly. 

DAIRO POV

Pia has been sending me updates on Elissa and the baby. When she found out she was having a boy and Pia sent me the message, I was speechless. My son was going to grow up without me. I didn't know what to say to Elissa. She had asked me about protection and I told her I would pull out, but I didn't. I didn't even think about getting her the plan B pill. I should have. I felt like I had ruined the person who helped me be able to graduate life. How could I? 

Samantha kept on bugging me, asking why I kept her around now that I was doing better? I told her because I wanted her around. I deeply had fallen for Elissa, but I didn't know how to end things for good with Sam. We had been off and on for over four years. She had gotten pregnant by some guy two cities over, but she swore after the abortion she was only my girl. I told her killing a child was wrong. I asked her if she had ever gotten rid of my kid and when she couldn't answer me as quick as she admitted she was mine, I told her we were done for good. She shouted, we'll see. I ended things that day with her. She tried multiple time to throw herself at me. She even lied saying she was pregnant, but I told her how I remembered the last time I touched her and it was before Elissa and I. There was no way I was the father. She screamed to the top of her lungs, even tried to kill herself a time or two. I told her parents what had happened and that was when her father told me that she has been pregnant by me twice and though they urged her to tell me, she still asked them to take her for an abortion each time. I was livid. They eventually had her committed for treatment. I have been focused on my son and his mother every since, Elissa. 

I felt bad for ghosting Elissa. I was happy her friend was keeping me in the loop. When Dr Meda told her any day now our son would be here, I took time off from school and stayed in a condo nearby, so I could be in distance if she needed me. I don't know why I didn't just talk to her, I'm sure she would've spoken to me. 

I saw the relief in her eyes when I came through the doors to be with her before she delivered our son. The nurse was asking her questions. Our silence taking on its own conversation. Her eyes pleaded with me and I held her hand and told her how good she was doing as she labored for our son.