To say that my pregnancy has been an epic one would be the understatement of the century for many reasons. It's been a whirlwind, marked by trauma.... abuse, those MONSTERS taking me from my love, being haunted by the child that was forced on me, that I lost yet wanted......being separated from my Alien, our reunion....and justice fucking finally being served. There have been the bitter-sweet moments, the most beautiful moments.... Mick and I got married, he's been right there thru out my mental recover and making sure that Erica and I are very well cared for.... he's been and IS everything to me.
NOW though, I am miserable as fuck...sore, can hardly move.... have to have help and I am 9 months pregnant. Erica doesn't have much room and my doctor says she'll come any time she wants. The birth...the pain terrifies me, it's a huge first for me...and on some level I know it scares Mick especially to see me in pain and STILL he's at my side....except for now, I miss him....he went to the store, promising to hurry back because I told him I really wanted melon but now that sounds gross...fucking great....
I keep touching my swollen belly.... I can't stop, it's been more than I usually do. I've been cramping but didn't want to tell my husband because he's worried enough. It's been going on for hours and it is getting late, or it is late.... He told me to page him immediately, he said he just wanted to cheer me up with the melon i asked for...wait...did he leave? I bite back a hiss of pain, as my stomach tightens.... i ride it out, feeling scared, I fumble for the pager, I need Mick.... frantically I try and page him, but the pain in my back.... I dropped it on the floor instead.
"Fuck!" I yell and then burst into tears, and I remember that there's a phone in our bedroom, but it's on Mick's side of the bed. Ok, Ok.... i can do this, I think.... Carefully, slowly...after 20 tries, I get up.... feeling a lot of pressure and I waddle my way over to my husband's side of the bed and freeze as without warning, something warm and wet gushes out of me....me feeling a hard pop....my eyes widen, "No..." I whisper painfully, whimpering.
Will Mick come to my rescue NOW? Mick...my alien, I need you...I need you....
Sobbing I realize my water's broken, its after midnight according to the clock....and my daughter is on her way.... i frantically try and clean my mess, panting...moaning.... i am not sure how much time has passed since Mick left....
I crumple, on my knees.... Erica is ok.... but me? Yeah, not so much, as I try and breathe.
"Ow.... ow...."
Running footsteps......things are getting hazy, and I hear..."
"Eric...ERIC...sapphire, I was gone...a few minutes, I shouldn't have left you! I just wanted to...you're going into labor.... Eric..."
"Micky...I am s-sorry I didn't tell you; I'd been cramping.... all...all evening, I was...I am scared...and...it hurts....and..." I pant.
"Eric, honey.... I'm not angry, and I know you're scared but you need to tell me everything. You don't have to be afraid." I swear his voice is coming through in waves.
"MICK...." Suddenly I give into darkness....and pain......
Beeping noises.... Erica? Mick.... are they ok?"
A scream is ripped from my throat as I open my eyes....and I realize vaguely that I am covered in sweat and I am desperate to ride out a motherfucker of a contraction, I feel Mick.... encouraging me, him worried....and voice husky from tears, and after an eternity it passes.
"Mick?" I croak. I feel ice water coat my throat and cool compresses, wiping the sweat from me...and I am just now realizing my hair is pulled back.
"I'm here Sapphire.... i came back early, because I felt you needed me.... you...the pain was a lot for you, and I called an EMS. You've been out for a few hours.... you're about 5 cm dilated as they'd checked you not long before you woke up. And Erica is as ok as can be."
"Its hurts." I whimper. Mick wraps his arms around me as best he can.
"I know Eric, and I am so proud of you.... you can do this; I believe in you baby."
Mick kisses me, grounding me and I go to say something.... but the haze comes back, contractions...things coming thru in waves and the only thing I CAN concentrate on is my husband's much-loved scent....
Hours pass by...hours...painful hours until daylight.... sometime the same day, afternoon I am told and then.... its TIME. Time to bring a Martian princess into this world, and I am scared....
"Mick...it hurts....it HURTS...."
"I know Eric, but she's ready to meet us.... I know how hard this is for you, I hate you being in any pain sapphire. But you need to push, I am right here with you." Mick's voice trembles and is gentle and firm.
"I-I feel her head...." I murmur, tearfully...my eyes never leaving my husband's. "I-I love you Micky."
"Love you too, now let's bring our Martian princess into this world..." His voice cracks, I hold his hands....and bear down hard as I give into the urge to push, covered in sweat...hair plastered to me, screaming.... crying, pain....so much pain and burning....and the cycle repeats...for an eternity, and I am exhausted as fuck. But my alien is at my side being my strength, "Come on, come on Eric...I see her head.... wow...she's got our hair....and her little face...you got this...you got this!"
I scream.... The worst pain I have ever felt in my life! And I realize with a start.... Erica's body slides out and Mick and I are sobbing in awe as we are greeted with a loud cry.
"Mick! Mick...she's here! God, she's here!" I exclaim, my voice very much wrecked.
"She is...wow, this.... this is what this is like." The wonder I hear in his voice gets me emotional.
The world disappears as they take my daughter to be cleaned and measured......and I come back to myself, when I realize a nurse hands me Erica after explaining that Erica needs skin to skin on my chest, and she is not happy until she is laying on my chest, safe in my arms and she calms and I am in love...so in love as she makes to me the cutest little noises, fussing a bit....i admire her, committing everything to memory, as if I could ever forget though...but still.
"Erica Michelle Mars.... the daughter of the cat and the alien. Our little fighter, our Martian princess. "I feel the tears come as I speak to my daughter, gently kissing her little face...'holding' her tiny little hands and feet. "I never thought.... i would meet you, have you.... I never imagined this would be meant for me. I'd go thru EVERYTHING repeatedly for it brought me YOU and its...its because of daddy that I am here, that you are here. He's given me so much, he's always been my rock, whether I knew it or not. He's saved my life."
"I could argue you've saved my life.... Eric, I love you, I love you so much....and now, our daughter...our little sapphire. Thank you, my love...thank you." Carefully we kiss as we admire our daughter who has auburn hair, my lips.... but is otherwise my husband's little mini-me.
Erica has quit fussing and at last she opens her little eyes.... which is a deep sapphire blue, edged ever so slightly with grey...like crystal.
"Hey my little Martian.... its.... its mommy. I've waited so long to meet you...." Erica's eyes are wide open, focused on me.......
A/N: Erica Michelle Mars is HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Next will be the part 2 to this, so stay tuned!
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