Unexpected (A Chris Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Chapter 29: Oh God I Can't Even!

STATUS UPDATE: 2:15, contractions eight minutes apart and lasting 45 seconds

After experiencing yet another contraction in the car, my final destination was the couch. I allowed myself to sink into the cushions. The walk had gotten to me in terms of exertion. I closed my eyes, and my mind went blank so that I could focus on each one of my inhales and exhales. The breath is central to all we do. It was my superpower in overcoming my fears and anxieties as labor proceeded. Although the past hour had been intense due to pain and place, I was able to find some piece of mind laying there flat with limbs splayed outward like a starfish.

My trance was broken by motion from the cushions and a gentle hand brushing against my arm. Chris said, "I could get a bath going for you in the guest bedroom if you like."

I reached out to hold his hand and replied, "I'd love a bath, but our bathroom will be fine."

Chris pressed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Just give me a moment," I moved my head over to look at him as I replied. I took another minute to inhale and exhale to achieve some state of Zen before having to endure the staircase and another forty-five second contraction. I opened my eyes again and asked, "Can you give me a hand?"

My boyfriend was up on his feet before I even finished my question. He lifted me up like it was nothing. I walked ahead of him towards the stairs and up them. We were in sync as he stopped when I did. He watched every move and emotion attentively to see if he needed to change our course. Once we got to our bedroom, he had me lay down on the bed and find further comfort before the next exertive task of getting into the bathtub. From the sound of the faucet running, the floral aroma, and the steam emanating into the bedroom and condensing on the bathroom mirrors, I was far calmer.

Chris exited to say, "The bathtub is nearly full if you want to step in."

With his arm once again, I walked a few paces to the bathroom, had him assist in getting my clothes off, and finally, provide a balanced hand into the jacuzzi bath. I took a seat comfortably with lavender-scented bubbles covering my chest and my bump poking through the foam. Another contraction had begun, but with the combined power of heat and aromatherapy, it was far less terrible to endure. I laid back with a sigh, kissed Chris's wrist, and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Chris kneeled down to speak to me further. "Do you need anything else before I start making calls and packing up last minute things in our bags?"

I gestured with my head and neck, smirking, "Get in with me. I need your touch and massage."

Without hesitation, Chris began disrobing and put one foot in after the other. He also pressed the jet buttons while lowering himself into the large basin. The jets burst and gurgled into action with bubbles and all. I scooched forward, so Chris could be behind me. When he was seated, I laid back into him with the edges of my pelvis cradled in between his thighs. Chris's arms first fell on my bump, cupping his hands around it protectively. Little Chris was kicking up a storm again as he knew what his dad' hands felt like. We wistfully chuckled and I searched for his lips to touch with mine. He whispered, "Where would you like me to massage you?"

I replied with another hushed tone, "Start with my shoulders and move down back please."

Despite the water and its temperature, his hands and fingers against my neck produced a shivering sensation coupled with the tingle of goosebumps. He pressed hard as he kneaded the skin that laid over my cervical vertebra and scapulas with his fingers. He adjusted his technique, switching between contrasting combinations of knuckles, fingers, palms, and bony edges of his wrists for maximum quality. I let out another orgasmic gasp from the release of knots that had been building up since earlier this morning. Chris checked in with me, "Is that good?"