Hollywood and Sam were already in the door way of the hotel when they arrived there, both darting out to help.
"We were in the lobby when that Charles guy came in," explained Hollywood, going to take Anna from Hans, but he wouldn't budge. "We don't need you no more," he spat at Hans.
"Not now, Hollywood," managed Anna. "Just come up to the room with us."
"Yes boss," sighed Hollywood, falling in behind them alongside Sam.
"Have they phoned a Doctor?" asked Abe as they crashed through the doors, Charles standing by the reception desk.
"Yes," promised Sam. "He says he'll swing by and do an initial check-up, but he won't stay until Anna is ready for the final push. Charles said he will wait here for him."
Abe looked up to Charles who nodded. "Thank you!" called Abe, as they rushed for the lift. It would be a tight fit.
"Boys, can you meet us upstairs?" Anna asked. Reluctantly, they agreed, and left for the stairwell. Hans still refused to leave Anna's side, and she didn't push.
The three of them climbed in, Abe huffing loudly. "You don't have to stay now we are here," mumbled Abe, his voice biting.
"I'm not going anywhere," replied Hans curtly. "You need to get used to that idea."
"You're such an asshole," grumbled Abe.
"I swear to God I will have this baby on my own if you two do not be quiet," snapped Anna. Neither apologised, but they both fell silent.
They were soon on the right floor, both helping Anna out of the lift just as another contraction washed over her. She gripped their hands tightly, both stopping as she let it take her for a moment. Hollywood and Sam arrived up the stairs, panting heavily where they had run.
"Let's get you inside to wait for the Doctor," said Abe as Anna's contraction finished, as he fumbled with the keys in his pocket and handed them to Sam to open the door. "Can y'all wait outside whilst Anna gets comfortable?"
"Sure thing," said Sam.
Hollywood glared at Hans. "That goes for you too."
"I'm fully aware, thank you," replied Hans. Then he looked to Anna, squeezing her hand before he let it go, ever so reluctantly. "I'll be right outside."
Anna gave him a grateful smile, then followed Abe into the room before he shut the door.
He left her to lean on the dresser as he got her nightdress, now looking around for the birthing bag.
"It's on my side of the bed," she said, knowing what he was looking for.
He smiled, then grabbed it, chucking it on the bed. "Come on," he said softly, "let's get you comfortable."
She began undressing, Abe waiting patiently with her nightgown in his hands. Anna smiled at him.
"Whatcha grinning at?"
"We're having a baby," she whispered, Abe returning the grin. "Are you excited?"
"Of course I am!" he said, pulling her in mid-way through her undressing and kissing her on the mouth. "Are you?"
"Yes," she said, though her voice was thick.
"You nervous?" he asked softly, Anna nodding a little. "I promise you, baby, I'm here every step of the way!"
"I know," she whispered, holding his hands in hers and kissing his fingertips. She paused. "Can you please stop fighting with Hans."
He let out a very long, frustrated sigh. "Baby, he's an ass..."
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The Cuckoo's Song
Historical Fiction'How could a God that inspired something as beautiful as this song also inspire people to rob her of the only person she had left? It made no sense to her. No higher power did. The comfort of an ultimate divine being had been ripped from her long ag...
