A Leppard's Kiss of Fate: A Def Leppard/Kiss Romance

Chapter 27: Our Flower is Born Part 1 (Tommy Thayer)

I am 9 months pregnant and as much as I love my daughter, feeling her move and kick...I am miserable. The past 2 months though have been good ones...preparing for Violet's arrival and the like...but I digress, there is not much room for Violet in there anymore, I think she's gonna weigh like 9 pounds. Like I said as much as I love her, I am ready for her to be out...but then again that scares me with the pain...Joe, God my angel...I do not know what I'd do with out him.

Currently I am in our tub, I really wanted to TRY and relax.... I can't. still too uncomfortable and my stomach...is getting low, and it tightens making me hiss in pain.

"OUCH!" This alerts my husband who runs in from our bedroom looking panicked.

"Tom?! Are you ok?"

"No!" I snap and then feeling guilty burst into tears., "S-Sorry. My stomach tightened...it hurt...a-and..." I trail off as I feel my husband cup my face gently, his eyes soft but expression concerned.

"I know love...I know. I know how miserable you are...she's getting ready to meet us. I know too how scared you are, I PROMISE you it will be ok."

"O-Ok...um help me out?" I ask.

"Always ladybug." Joe carefully helps me up and out of the tub, helping me dry off with large fluffy towels, and helps me into a robe. "Do you want to lay down maybe? Clothes on or off? Underwear?"

"Maybe lay down? Um underwear and a t-shirt I think." Joe carefully leads me into our bedroom, helping me sit on our bed before finding me some underwear and a t-shirt...I hiss as my stomach tightens again, prompting my husband to ask...

"Tommy? Maybe we should get ready for the hospital? Bags for you and Violet are ready to go...your friends are in London..."

I am unable to respond for a moment, or more than one moment...as I stiffen in pain, not necessarily contractions, yet that is.... i think I feel strange...an urge to pee? Violet is coming today...I feel...

"I-I...h-help m-me, bathroom." I pant out, Joe carefully does so.... but before we can get to the bathroom, I feel a pop and liquids comes gushing out. "M-My w-water broke!!" I wail.

Joe despite being a bit panicked himself calmly helps me get dressed putting something in my underwear just in case there is any more liquids coming out, cleans my mess, pulls my hair back, gathers bags and has me sitting on towels in our car before I can blink and so we're off. Joe reaches out with one of his free hands and I cling to it....

"She's on her way Tom.... waits are you feeling any contractions yet?"

"Um...not.... OUCH...never mind...I-I think h-having one." I moan and bite back a scream. It passes after a few minutes. "That fucking hurt!" I groan but add. "It will be worth getting to hold her, have her in our arms." Tears stream down my face.

"It will ladybug, you're doing so well...you've done amazing carrying her and you're doing amazing now. I've got you." My husband's voice is soft and husky from tears. Before I know it we make it to the hospital and I have another contraction upon arrival, which this time I don't hold back my scream.

"FUCK!!" and this prompts me to oddly enough laugh as I realize just how loud I screamed it.

"I wouldn't feel bad love." My husband assures me, he knows.... i am stewarded up to a private room, hooked up to all sorts of monitors, for me and to watch Violet's heartbeat and right off I beg for something for pain....

"P-Please...hurts..." as I grit my teeth thru another contraction, it's been maybe 10 minutes since the last, I am given something which takes the edge off, am checked and told it could be hours yet. "J-Joe..." I murmur.

"I'm here Tommy." I feel a kiss pressed to my lips and my husband comes into focus. "Do you want me to call everyone?"

"Um.... yeah...better let them know...Wait." I pause and notice there's a phone in the room near my bed. "There's a p-phone." Joe kisses me once more and then my stomach...Violet is moving but not very much...and so calls are made....

The hours pass by in a haze, me crying, swearing, being checked on my progress.... Joe by my side thru it all taking care of me as he always does and always has.... The contractions get closer and closer, and I realize...I must or will have to give in to the pain, anything to make sure my daughter is born safely...anything. All of this is beyond worth it.

Finally, after a total of about 14 hours of labor, I am checked one last time....and told I'm ready to start pushing as Violet is in position...

"AAAHHH SHIT THIS BURNS! AND OOOH HER HEAD IS HUGE!!" I scream as I bear down, and God this BURNS!

"You've got this love! She's almost here!" Joe encourages me and God do I need that right now as I take a breath and resume pushing...and at last her head is out. "Oh she's...beautiful Tommy. I can see her little face.... c'mon love!" MY husband cries, as I push, push past the intense burning and pressure and soon her shoulders are out and before I know, I start as she slides out completely, her loud cries echoing in the air as she wails, as the doctor holds her up where we can see.

"Oh Joe! S-She's here! She's got your lungs!" I laugh and cry at the same time, as my daughter is then cleaned, the cord is cut, and the afterbirth is passed. My husband helps pull down my hospital gown exposing my chest so Violet can have skin to skin...at long last, she is placed in my arms, curled up against my chest and I am lost...in the best of ways. "Hi their Violet! Oh, you're here...daddy and I have waited to meet you! You're truly a dream come true, I'm your mommy." Violet quits fussing and opens her eyes for the first time, and they are my husband's beloved blues. "Joe...Look, she has your eyes...wispy dirty blond hair and in her little face I see us both just like my dream...just like my dream."

"She is as beautiful as her mother....and look she knows your voice, your heart...blimey looks like she's smiling. She's got on a pink cap, and oh those little mittens!" Joe is beaming tearfully at our daughter as she coos at me, gently he runs a hand on her little cheek and she reaches out and holds on to one of Joe's fingers...the scene making my heart melt. "Hello poppet, I-I am your father, daddy.... welcome to this world my little angel, our little flower." Violet turns her little gaze to Joe, a baby smile on her tiny lips.

"She's what 9 pounds? Yet look how small she is." I muse gently rocking my daughter.

"I know love...you did so well bring our daughter into this world. I love you...I love you both Tommy." Gently Joe leans over and kisses me and then kisses our daughter on her little forehead. After a few minutes I suggest my husband hold our daughter, which he takes Violet carefully from me rocking her gently, her safe and sound and loved in his strong arms.

"Violet Rose Elliot is your name, little flower. You were named for your mother's favorite flowers.... oh, wait until you meet our family! But my little one, thanks to your dear mother I am a father...have been one since the moment we found out you were growing inside mommy. I love you my girl, I love you and your mother dearly." I am in tears at my husband's beautiful words, I am beyond exhausted but never have I been happier. For now, it's just the three of us in this moment until our family meets our little flower.

A/N: Violet Rose Elliot is born!! Next chapter, some sweet bonding moments and the family meets little Violet!