See You Around~ Grester (completed)

Chapter Seventy

Chester's POV

"Is it okay if we go my mom's tonight?" I asked to Grace who sat directly opposite as we ate breakfast.

"Yeah sure." She smiled, nodding a few times.

"Great- I'll let her know." I said quietly, the conversation dying a little.

We sat in since, the sound of food crunching between our teeth being the only noise filling the room. I looked at Grace briefly and she smiled back at me sheepishly.

I looked at her as she stared down at her food, a look of discomfort on her face. She winced a little and dropped her fork, the pierce of the cutlery landing on the china plate resonating sharply across the room.

My eyes stayed directly on her face as a world of panic condemned her orbs. Her face was concentrated on the plate which laid in front of her but her mind elsewhere. Her hands quivered a little and she immediately rested them on her bump. Her face holding a malaise expression and her eyes lost.

"You okay?" I asked, looking up from my food through a furrowed brow. My eyes darted to her face but she kept her eyes rested on where her hands lay.

"Mmhm, just kicking." She said through gritted teeth, an attempt of a smile approaching.

"Must be an energetic day." I smiled, trying to pull my mind away from the thought that Grace was hurting. I pictured my unborn child moving around in my wife's stomach and how happy it made me feel that soon I would be able to see my child in real life and I wouldn't have to imagine anymore.

"Ye-ow oh my god Chester something isn't right." Grace whined, going to stand up.

"Hey hey hey no, no sit down." I said, coming over to her and taking her hands in mine supportively.

"No Ches something is wrong it's never like this." She demanded, her hands gripping mine in pain.

"Okay, shall I ring the ambulance?" I asked, fretting around the kitchen, pulling out my phone from my pocket.

"Just hurry the fuck up whatever you do, I'm not having this baby in my kitchen." Grace screamed, her voice fading out as the sound of the automated message rang through my ears. I asked for an ambulance, told them all they needed to know and hung up- going back to Grace who had remained her position in clinging onto her stomach, tears building up in her eyes as her whole body tensed.

"Get the bag on the side! The one with the baby stuff in!" She howled, pointing to a black bag.

I picked it up and put it up the door. Making my way back to Grace, who's face was sweating and her palms clammy.

"You think you're going into labour?!" I asked naïvely- trying to comprehend what was happening right now.

"I don't know. It sure as hell kills though." She said solemnly- darting her head up as she heard the sirens emerging through the streets.

We clambered onto the ambulance, Grace clinging onto my hand, squeezing the life out of it. We arrived at the hospital and they wheeled Grace into a room, her cries resonating across the ward.

"It's gonna be okay." I whispered repetitively into her ear as her eyes grew wider with every pain which darted through her stomach.

The doctors came in and addressed us with files in hand, they warmly wandered up towards us and nodded as a greeting in my direction.

"Is she having the baby now?" I asked, my mouth speaking before my brain could. My palms were clammy and my head began to hurt- a throbbing pain in the sides of my temples. I felt faint and I focused the noises which were escaping Grace's mouth to keep me centred.

"They're just contractions but this is an indication that the labour won't be far off." The doctor said sophisticatedly, a small smile plastered on his face.

"When will we know if it's the real thing or not?" I questioned, holding Grace's hand firmly, stroking my thumb across her palm.

"When the contractions become closer together, more frequent than five minutes apart; then I'd be concerned." He said calmly before adding on some other information.

"So this time was just a false alarm?" I questioned again, Grace remaining silent.

"Yes, early contractions are normal in any pregnancy but you're not in labour- not yet."

He left us alone and I turned to Grace, her face almost solemn. She dropped her hand from mine and lifted it up to her hair, running it through it nervously.

"What's wrong?" I asked as her eyes dropped my gaze and her face fell slightly.

"I don't know, it's just, I built up this idea that I was going to have our baby and I was hopeful and something inside of me suddenly sparked and I was ready and now, well now we still have to wait it I just want it. It sounds stupid." Grace admitted quietly, her voice fading at the end.

I nodded a few times at what she was saving and lifted my hand under her chin so our eyes were locked.

"It's good we've had warning though, we weren't ready for today anyway." I said, laughing once. She stared at me for a few seconds and dropped our gaze and shifted further over to the other side.

"We weren't? Or you weren't?" She asked rhetorically, her eyes cold and face expressionless.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you ready? Do you even want this baby because I can't hold it off forever." She said harshly.

"I know that."

"Then why did you say that Chester?"

"Fear, I don't know, scared of the future and what I'm leaving behind." She turned to face me a little more openly.

"You haven't got long to get 'ready' and I doubt you ever will be ready." She said softly but still an authoritative tone in her voice.

"You seem to have it down." I said slowly, my voice drooping.

She chuckled slightly and shook her head multiple times.

"No, I'm just impatient." She smiled.

"I'm just frightened of failure, that I'll cock it all up." She took her hand in mine and shook her head in disagreement.

"You're going to be the best daddy." She whispered, the thought of finally being a father cooling my fear a little, diminishing the fire inside.