Who really killed Wanda Day! - Wedding Bells (DAY! Series Book 2)

Chapter 22 - Nervousness, Normalcy, And A "No"

"I'm gonna kill you, Colin Day," Wanda hissed. "I'm gonna kill you, so slowly and painfully that you're going to beg me to put an end to your fucking little life." She closed her eyes for a moment. "I'm going to chop you to pieces. And I'll start with your fucking dick."

Colin had to bite the inside of his cheek to not burst into laughter. Here they were, in the hospital delivery room, and Wanda was in the throes of labor - a fact that made her doom Colin's soul for all eternity.

Six hours ago, Wanda's contractions had started, and the poor woman had been cursing his very existence ever since whenever she was met with another agonizing wave of pain. According to the ever-patient midwife, Clara, Wanda was now dilated to a solid seven centimeters. And for the past ten minutes, the contractions had been coming every four minutes, like clockwork.

"You're damn dick, Colin Day!" Wanda's face contorted in pain as another contraction ripped through her. "I hate you so fucking much," she growled through gritted teeth, her left hand clawing at the footrest of the hospital bed. Her other hand, meanwhile, was crushing Colin's fingers with the strength of a boa constrictor. She paused to blow out a shaky breath, but her tirade was far from over. "Your fucking dick is the reason I'm here, going through the pain of my life. I hate you, Colin Day, you and your fucking dick and your fucking hunger for sex."

The midwife couldn't stifle a laugh. Gently squeezing Colin's shoulder, she leaned in and whispered, "Don't worry, dear. Most of the men in the delivery room are amazed at the sheer creativity of the swearwords their wives manage to come up with." She paused, glancing over at Wanda, who was currently moaning through another agonizing contraction. "And trust me, it's only going to get worse from here."

Colin nodded, his expression a mix of amusement and concern. While Wanda's verbal tirades were undoubtedly entertaining, he couldn't help but feel the immense pain she was experiencing. The midwife's warning proved to be all too accurate, as the active phase of labor soon began. Colin watched in astonishment and dread as Wanda's contractions intensified, her face contorting in agony with each passing wave of pain.

Wanda lay on her back as she squeezed Colin's hand with a vice-like grip. "I HATE YOU, COLIN DAY!" she screamed, her voice raw with the effort of pushing.

"Alright, Mrs. Day," Clara said as she stood between Wanda's legs. Suzanna, a second midwife, had joined for moral support. "With the next contraction, I want you to push like you've never pushed before!"

"The fuck I will," Wanda hissed.

Colin planted a lingering kiss on her sweaty forehead. "I love you, baby," he murmured. "And I'm proud of you."

Suddenly, Wanda's fingers curled into the fabric of Colin's shirt, yanking him forward until their noses nearly touched. "I swear, if you so much as breathe wrong, I'll end you!" Her eyes blazed with a ferocity that would have cowed even the bravest of warriors. Just then, Colin caught a glimpse of the telltale signs - the next contraction was on its way, and he braced himself for the impending storm.

Wanda bore down with all her might, as the midwives cheered her on like a rowdy crowd at a sporting event. Colin, meanwhile, grew increasingly anxious. Though he was no stranger to the sounds of human suffering - having been the source of much of it himself over the years - the agonized cries of his beloved seemed to reverberate through his very soul, as if her pain was clawing at his insides.

"Just a couple more pushes, and that bundle of joy will be in your arms," Clara announced with a warm smile.

Colin suddenly felt the room start to spin. His stomach did an alarming somersault, and his mouth went as dry as the Sahara. But just as he was about to make a graceful exit, Wanda yanked him back into the fray, her eyes shooting daggers. "You listen to me, you fucking idiot," she growled. "If you're gonna faint now, I swear on all that is holy, your fucking dick will never enjoy the inside of me EVER AGAIN! YOU'RE THE FUCKING BLOOD BARON! YOU CAN MUSTER THE FUCKING FORTITUDE TO SUPPORT ME AS I BRING YOUR CHILD INTO THIS FUCKING WORLD!"