The Billionaire's Baby

52| Delilah

My stomach...

My back...

It hurts so...much.

But...why? Maybe it's my period again.

The last thing I remember is Vante saying... he loves... something? Me?

Where is Vante..?

My vision is blurred, the noises around me sound so far away. But the more I blink, the closer they come.

Orders being given and blue and white blobs of people. It makes me want to laugh, but a sharp pain is directed to my stomach.

No, it's not my stomach...but fuck it hurts like a bitch.

"Mh-" I try to speak but something is in my mouth.

I open my eyes more, the white light hurting them slightly. But I look carefully around and soon the beeping of machines is even louder than before. It's as if with each beep is gets louder, it comes closer until finally, it's right next to my ear.

My body feels so weak, but this pain in my back is sharp. I try to prop myself up, but there's too many tubes on me.

"H-hey..." I try once again after managing to get the mask off my face. But no one seems to be paying attention to me. One nurse is injecting something green into one of the tubes. "W-what's that..?"

He looks up at me and I realise it's Andrew. In his eyes is some form of glimmer that makes me question this situation. "You're, uhh... you're going into labour, Delilah,"

"L-labour? But I'm-" I try my best to sit up, but my back hurts too much. Andrew rushes to help me. "I'm not due until...ah- til Thursday- fuck-"

"It is Thursday morning. Five in the morning-"

"Why are you still here?" I manage out once I'm sat up, though the pain continues to shoot through my body like the devil's trident.

"I made sure I was assigned to help you," Andrew admits with a sheepish look in his eyes.

I squint at the pain that continues to get stronger by the second. I grab whatever I can, gripping at the sheets as I grit my teeth. "That's not- allowed- FUCK!"

"Ah!" Someone squeals from the doorway, her heels clicking against the floor as she adjusts her bag and coat. "Dee, there weren't many stores open, but the online package I ordered came in last night. I went to buy diapers, clothes, blankets, a stroller and- well, whatever I could. Vante gave me the card while he went to, um, work?"

Sofia's panicked yet excited state is projected through her voice.

"Thanks- ahh! It HURTS!" I yell, leaning back slowly to lay down more.

I turn to Sofia with tears forming in my eyes.

She sends me a proud smile with tears forming in her eyes as well. Her hands move to her chest but when a group of even more doctors and nurses walk rush into the room, she sniffs her tears away.

Different instructions are given to the nurses as they rush around, meanwhile Sofia kicks off her heels, throwing them on a chair before she makes her way to the bedside to grasp my hand and caress my cheek. "I'm so proud of you, Dee. You're gonna be amazing, my love."

I smile, leaning into her hand but the moment is snatched away by another sharp pain that starts between my legs this time.

"Fuck! Where's the thing?!" I blurt out.

"What thing?" Sofia asks, looking to Andrew for assistance.

"The thing, the—FUCK— the Epidural. It's too much fucking pain!" I complain, sobbing and wailing as tears stream down my face.