The Smell Of Rain....

Chapter 1

MIA'S P.O.V.

"And that is exactly how your daddy had proposed to me, Diana". I finish the story with a rub on my newly procured baby bump.

It is a different thing to walk through the memory lane alone and completely different to walk through it with a person who is a great gift in your life. It makes the reminiscence more lovely than it already is.

Bryan and I had met each other fifteen years ago, back in our middle school days. We have known each other since then.

Been each other's strengths, weaknesses, shoulder to cry on, reasons to laugh, reasons to not, everything.

We both have been through fifteen years together.

Bryan had proposed to me two years ago, today. I still can't believe that today, it has been two years since we've been lawfully together and thirteen years since we've been dating. He had proposed to me thirteen years ago, on this day, to be his girlfriend and two years ago, on the same day to be his wife. All in all, fifteen years of togetherness.

We both are on the next step of our marriage life and are on our way to expecting a baby that I've been planning to have since I was in high school. My while away time, back then, would be picturing how Bryan and my baby would look like. Cliché right?

I had always wanted our baby to have Bryan's sparky blue eyes, my brunette hair and all of Bryan's qualities because he's the better person between the two of us.

Calm, patient, kind, loving, understanding, forgiving and basically every rank a person would need to put up with me.

If you're concluding that I'm a mentally challenged person, then don't. Because I'm much worse.

Just kidding. Not.

I'm impatient, emotional and extremely sensitive. Actually, ten times to what a normal person would be.

But I've got Bryan and I know he's my one and only so I ain't got anything to worry about. Even if he wants to, he knows his Mia would not let him.

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It is around six in the evening and I'm expecting my love to be home some time soon.

Generally, his boss doesn't leave him early. Not before eight. His boss could be an asshole and make Bryan work his arse off but all thanks to my post pregnancy mood swings that made his boss want to give Bryan an early leave allowance. He had also appreciated Bryan's patience for handling a madwoman for a wife.

I walked into the kitchen to make some coffee for me and Bryan . We are both caffeine addicts. And if the world ended in ten minutes, the last thing we both would want to do is go on a coffee date. Yep ! That's us !

I walked over to the basin to get water for coffee and then is when a sudden pain jolted through my lower abdomen. Another contraction coming my way! I've been having too many recently.

The pain was intense so I lowered myself on the floor. It will go away, I assured my conscience.

These contractions make me feel crap. I wonder what affect labour would have on me.

Twenty minutes and it's still going on. I'm not surprised because a contraction can last for 35 minutes or so.

It gets a bit easy when you have someone comforting you which makes me wonder where my husband is.

This feels terrible. A contraction never lasts for more than 30-45 seconds. Twenty minutes of intense abdomen pain with spaced contractions.

The one I'm having right now is more pronounced and a single contraction feels longer. The pain is numbing my senses but I need to time my contraction because today, they're unusually longer.

23....33......49.....definitely divergent. I'm plummeting into my labour ! That is the only sign of having long contractions.

I tried to calm my nerves but I can see myself failing.

How does it feel to be punched in the gut by a boxer like you're his punching bag? Not great. Not at all great.

I take a deep breath when I feel another shot of pain coming my way.

Surprisingly, it is not as bad as I had expected. Is this about to end?

Five minutes of peace and a gut-wrenching contraction hits me.

I let out a shrill scream but the burning feeling in my tummy still doesn't get better.

"Baby? Are you..." Bryan rushed beside me and put my head on his lap. He brushed his hand on my forehead in an attempt to make me feel better.

I could see his lips moving but the ache was so pathetic that I literally couldn't make an effort to understand what he was saying.

"Bryan, it hurts!" I manage to scream and with the pain, I close my eyes to darkness.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE -
This is my first book and the first chapter of it ! And it's a cliffhanger. Sorry x
This one is going to be a short story.
I'll be updating real soon and I'll finish this book quick !
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