Oppenheimer

Part 39

Your breath hitched as you felt the warm rush of water down your leg. Panic surged through your body, overpowering the pain of the contractions. This couldn't be happening now, not during Cillian's movie premiere. You looked at your mother, your eyes wide with fear.

"Oh god, what's happening?" you asked, your voice shaking. "Is this...is this my water breaking?" you blurted out, the question being a rhetorical one.

Your mother's face mirrored your concern as she quickly grabbed her phone and dialled the emergency line. She explained the situation to the operator, her voice filled with urgency. Meanwhile, you leaned against the bathroom wall, trying to steady your breathing as another contraction coursed through your body.

The pain intensified with each passing moment, taking your breath away. The contractions were getting stronger and more frequent, leaving you no doubt that these were indeed labour pains. Fear mixed with excitement as the realisation hit you—you were about to bring your babies into the world.

Your mother ended the call and slipped her phone back into her purse. She rushed to your side, her hands gently resting on your shoulders. "Sweetheart, the medics are on their way," she said, her voice soothing. "We need to find Cillian. He needs to know," she told you, and you nodded, your mind racing.

The thought of Cillian finding out about your situation during his big moment troubled you, but you knew it was necessary. As you made your way out of the bathroom, supported by your mother, you could hear the buzz of excitement in the theatre growing louder.

Ignoring the stares of curious onlookers, you approached a nearby security guard. "Excuse me," you said, your voice shaky yet determined. "We need to find Cillian Murphy, it's an emergency," your mother blurted out, and the guard looked startled for a moment but quickly composed himself. "I'll do my best to locate him for you, miss," he replied, reaching for his walkie-talkie. You couldn't help but notice the sympathetic look in his eyes as he radioed the message.

Minutes passed like hours as you waited, every second feeling like an eternity. Finally, Cillian appeared, his face lined with concern and confusion. He hurried towards you, oblivious to the flashing cameras and the crowd's attempts to capture his attention.

Cillian's eyes locked with yours, searching for answers. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

As you looked into Cillian's eyes, you took a deep breath to steady yourself. The pain of the contractions was quickly becoming unbearable, but you remained determined to share the news with him.

"Cillian," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I...I think it's time. My water broke, and the contractions are getting worse," you told him, and Cillian's face went from confusion to shock, his eyes widening in realisation. "Oh my God, are you serious?" he muttered, his voice barely audible.

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes as a wave of pain engulfed you. The crowd around you grew silent, the buzz of excitement replaced by a sombre hush. Cillian's hands instinctively reached out to support you, his focus solely on your well-being.

"Stay with me," he said, his voice filled with determination, and you felt a mixture of relief and fear wash over you as Cillian's presence reassured you.

The medics arrived just in time, guiding you gently onto a stretcher. Cillian stayed by your side, holding your hand tightly as the onlookers watched in awe.

The camera flashed and questions from reporters filled the air, but it all faded into the background as you concentrated on the task at hand. Cillian's touch provided an anchor, a sense of calm amidst the chaos.

As you were wheeled away, you stole one last look at Cillian, his face a mixture of concern and excitement. There were unspoken words in his eyes, a promise to be there for you and your babies no matter what.