Always, Our Secret Dream 3

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℱ𝒾𝒻𝓉𝓎－𝒮𝒾𝓍

We arrive at the hospital in just under ten minutes, thanks to some safe but speedy driving by my wannabe race car driver. Who would have known that all I needed to do was go into labour to see this sexy racer version of my man?

Ava and another nurse are already waiting for us as well pull into the underground entrance with a wheelchair. Wide smiles on both their faces as they grab my things from out of the car as Bryan lifts me out of the car and into my chair.

'You can leave the car here, Bryan. Terry will park it for you?'

Struggling to think clearly as I battle the never-ending contractions I glance behind me to see a tall, burly man holding out his hand for the car keys. With the keys secured and my bags unloaded Bryan pushes me into the hospital following Ava as she leads us up to the maternity unit followed by the Labour ward. Where we are left to get comfortable in our private room.

Who knew stripping out and changing into a hospital gown would be so freeing? Not having anything touching my stomach or boobs gave me some much-needed relief. Hell just being here has made the contractions feel less painful. Or maybe that's just inside my head.

'Come' Bryan whispers, holding onto me as he helps me walk across the room towards the waiting hospital bed. One that is big enough for two people to sleep comfortably. I wonder if this is just a coincidence or if Bryan had this picked out knowing he wouldn't be leaving my side. 'Sit down and I will lift your legs and get you settled' he commands, gently pushing me back until I'm sat on the bed as requested.

With my legs now on the bed and my back pressed against two-too many pillows, Nurse Ava and my doctor get me hooked up to all the required machines. The gas and air tanks have been moved closer to the bed with the mouthpiece placed in my relaxed hand. 'Use if you need it, baby.'

I glance down at the mouthpiece and then back over to my husband, my body wrapped tighter than a thousand knots. I need it, fuck do I need it, just something to take the edge off the pain. But, when I try to lift my hand nothing happens. something keeps holding me back. Leaving only my fingers twitching around the mouthpiece. Toying and teaing with the idea that I should just raise my hand and draw in some deep pain-relieving breaths.

Another contraction hits and I groan in pain as I try to knuckle down and ride the pain. I can do this. Thousands of mothers do this every day.

'We need to check how far your dilated, Sky.' Ava smiles at me as she positions herself between my spread legs. I know this is not fun for anyone in the room but it comforts me that she remembered how possessive my husband is. Asking the doctor to stand behind her in his line of sight. Giving him the control he desperately needs in this situation. 'Bryan' I gasp as my hand flies out to grab a hold of him. I don't care what I grab I just need to anchor myself to him. 'It's okay, sweetness. I've got you. You're doing incredible.' he presses a kiss to my sweaty temple as he climbs onto the bedside me. My head shakes as I refuse to believe his words. I am not doing incredible. Its not even been an hour and I'm failing. All I have done is ride out some stupid contractions the same as every othed pregnant woman in labour. That hardly calls for 'doing incredible' does it? I haven't even gotten to the pushing stage yet and I already want to cry and plead for mercy. Maybe I wasnt cut from the cloth for strength and childbirth.