twenty three

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Demi (pov)

"Wilmer." I calmly spoke from the floor where I had just had my first contraction after my water breaking. "Honey, relax!"

He was pacing the room gathering all the things we would need for the hospital, but I wasn't too worried about those sorts of things surprisingly. I failed to mention I had pre-packed, which was completely my fault.
He ignored my request, and continued hustling around as if I wasn't in the middle of the room about to give birth.

"Baby everything we need is in a bag next to the front door, now please can we just get to the hospital!" I begged.

Wilmer ran to the closet and grabbed us each a change of clothes, since we were both naked.

"Wil I'm okay, they are just going to put me in a gown when we get there anyways. Let's just go!" Picking myself off the floor, with my hands holding my stomach I waddled out of the bedroom.

I stood at the front door impatiently for Wilmer. Finally, he came out of the bedroom with a whole other duffle bag, full to the brim.

"Really?" I chuckled. "I'm about to have a baby on our kitchen floor and all you can think about is how prepared we are?"

"Demi we forgot to pack our babies clothes, and I don't want to be that asshole dad that didn't bring an outfit for the first day home." He replied.

He seemed much more nervous than I was. I mean he was sweating three times as much as me, and he wasn't the one in labor. Wilmer is acting completely opposite as to what I thought he would. He needed reassurance.

I reached up on my tipi toes and pecked his lips; "Listen baby, you are going to be the worlds greatest dad, and I know that for a fact. This baby will love you as much as I do, and that is a guarantee. We are going to kick ass at this parenting thing, and you have nothing to worry about. Do you hear me?"

Wilmer smiled and nodded. Who knew I would be the brave one through all this.

"Now we really need to fucking go because I think I feel the babies head." I joked.

Wilmer (pov)

"Okay, I'm sorry baby. Let's go." We headed out of the apartment, and down the hall.

I looked back down the long corridor and saw Demi slowly making her way to the elevator, where I was waiting with all of our bags.

"Shit sorry." I mumbled and dropped all the luggage to go help her.

I'm just so nervous about the baby, I've been so oblivious to everything around me. Like this morning, I pulled a Demi and made coffee, forgetting to put the coffee cup in the machine.

Once this is over hopefully everything will be back to normal... but our new normal is going to be life changing.

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Demi (pov)

Wilmer parked the car outside the hospital and raced over to my side.

"Are you okay? Is the baby still in you?" he asked. I'm not sure if he actually processed his questions before asking them.

I just smiled up at him and turned my legs so I was facing outwards.

"I'll go get a doctor, stay right there!" he yelled as he ran off through the double sliding doors.

Two minutes later three nurses came out, one rolling a wheel chair. Wilmer grabbed my arm and pulled me upwards, and I did my best to cooperate. I was rolled into the women's health center wing of the hospital and assigned a room, followed by a panicked Wilmer who was carrying all our stuff. After they managed to lift me from the chair to a bed, they changed me from my robe into a gown and began all these tests. I'm sure they knew well enough not to ask any questions about my attire.

Everything was so fast paced, and even with Wilmer holding my hand the entire time, I felt so absentminded. I wasn't all there, and I definitely wasn't being myself. I'm about to push a human out of my vagina and I'm completely calm, and nothing that the doctors are doing is even phasing me. Wilmer is a wreck and I am shockingly pulled together. Who would have thought.

"Ms Lovato we are going to begin pushing in about 10 minutes, that is when you should be fully dialated. I'll leave you two be." the doctor said as he left our room.

Tears sprung from Wilmer's eyes as he gripped onto my hands as tight as he possibly could.

"Are you ready baby?" I asked. "I'm going to be honest.. the scariest part of all this is a stranger having to feel me up."

We both laughed, which was a good way to loosen the tension.

"Wilmer baby remember what we talked about at home.. okay? You are going to do great."

He wiped his tears and cupped his hand around my face; "Demi stop. This is about you, not me. WE are going to do great, but especially you. Right here, right now, you are going to deliver our child. Are you ready?" he asked.

I nodded and he went in for a kiss. Who knew that would be our last kiss as a couple with no children.

We heard a knock on the door and the doctor along with about 5 other nurses piled in.

"Here we go!" he said as he pulled rubber gloves over his hands.

Now I am beginning to feel nauseous. All that nervousness that has been subsided is all caving in at once.

I held onto Wilmer's hand and squeezed as if my life depended on it.

"Your ready Demi!" the doctor said.

My legs were propped up and ready to go. This was it.

"1..2..3....push!" the nurse encouraged from the side of the bed.

I pushed as hard as I could, with no luck.

I could hear Wilmer's sobs over my loud screams, so without thinking I yelled "WILMER SHUT THE FUCK UP." and I guess everyone thought that was funny, because the room filled with chuckles.

Multiple pushes later, I begged for water but they kept declining me, so I had to settle for a cold towel on my forehead. The nurse dabbed my sweat as it beaded down my face.

The doctor continued; "Okay here we go, one last time... 1.. 2.. 3.. push!"

I pushed with all my might and I felt a huge relief in my stomach followed by the soft wail of an infant.

Tears filled my eyes as I watched the nurses wash my baby off. That was my baby. My little boy.

I placed my hand onto Wilmer's check and he held onto my arm as we both gazed at our child.

"We made that." he whispered, just as in awe as I was.

"Yes baby, we did." I smiled and patiently waited for the nurses to let me feel my baby boy's embrace for the first time.

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Thank you for reading! So a lot has remained unfinished in this fanfic (it's my first one and it's just a mess) so I'm gonna find a way for it all to fit before the fic ends so there's that. Have a nice day :)

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