Summer Nights (RE-WRITTEN)

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A:N This story includes themes of mental health and eating disorders, please only read if you feel ready too, you are beautiful always x

It was officially one week until Rocky would make his trip quick home. And I couldn't contain my excitement, it just proves that no matter how long we get, I'll still always have the craziest school girl crush on him. Despite knowing that he'll never feel the same way.

It also marked me being twenty six weeks pregnant.

I purse my lips as I finish off the final touches of the mural, it took me nearly five weeks to finish because I constantly kept changing my mind. My dad came over to help measure things, so I could finally get ordering furniture.

I sing to myself as I continue to make tiny brush strokes on the final details. I freeze dramatically when I hear the front door open.

My eyebrows knit together as I call out a worried, "Hello?"

"Sunshine?"

My heart stops dramatically, as I race into the living room.

"Rocky?"

I feel a flush of warm liquid run down my legs.

Rocky takes an alarmed step back, "Did you just piss yourself?"

My body freezes dramatically, "No."

He lets out an unhumorous laugh, "Please tell me that wasn't your waters."

I gulp as a new feeling of panic erupts inside of me, "It was."

His face pales, "But it isn't time, you're not supposed too..."

"I-I need to go to the hospital."

He nods frantically as he clumsily reaches for my car keys that are sitting on the kitchen island. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and guides me outside. Hot tears roll down my face as my fear becomes even more prominent.

"Shit." He whispers, "I-Is it because of me? Is it because of the surprise?"

I shake my head as I reach out to cradle his face, "No, don't be silly."

"You're both going to be okay, I'm going to drive you to the hospital right now."

I nod slowly as I clutch onto him as if he was my lifeline because right now he is.

...

I sob loudly as Rocky rubs soothing circles onto my back, I bring my knees up to my chest. We've just been informed that I've gone into premature labour and while there was a strong chance that the baby would survive that there's still the small chance that it's too soon and they might be complications.

"You're both going to be fine, I promise." Rocky whispers as he continues to rub my back.

"I'm really scared." I whimper, "I don't think I can do it."

He shakes his head before he crouches down inches away from my face, "Of course you can do it."

"I don't know if I can."

"You can sunshine, I promise that you can." He murmurs before pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I clutch his hand tightly, "You're staying right? You're not going to leave me?"

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

"Please can you call Brooke and everyone?"

"I already have, they're on their way."

"Thank you." I whisper before I let out a loud hiss of pain as my stomach contracts tightly.

Rocky quickly springs into action and uses his thumbpad to rub the back of my hand, "You're doing so great."

"It really hurts."

"You've got this."

...

It had been nine hours since I went into premature labour and I still didn't have a child in my hands. The doctor was constantly monitoring me and assured me that so far, I haven't had any complications. But that didn't shake away any of the fear that I feeling.

I throw my head back tiredly as I look desperately at Rocky, "I'm so tired. I can't do it anymore."

He rubs the top of my head, "You can, you're doing such a good job."

"Can you do it for me?" I whimper.

"I would if I could, I promise."

Brooke squeezes my hand, "You're doing amazing sweetheart, you're so close."

"It's been hours!" I snap, "It's been hours and I still don't have my baby!"

"These things take time darling, I was in labour for twenty hours with Luke."

My eyes widen massively, "Twenty hours?! I can't do this for twenty hours!"

"You might be closer than that."

My heart stops when the doctor enters the room, she shuffles everyone out the way, so she can examine how dilated I am.

"Okay mom, you're ready to push."

My head snaps up, "W-What?"

"It's time for you to push, you're fully dilated."

Panic claws at my chest, "I know I said I wanted this to be over with but I'm not ready!"

"Your body seems to think otherwise."

Rocky intwines our fingers together, "Just think soon, we're going to have a little baby. You're going to be a mom."

I sob as I nod, "O-Okay."

I don't know how long I'm pushing for, all I know is I've one hundred percent shit myself and I've never felt pain like this. I don't know how women have more then one baby, they're fucking superheroes.

"I think I've pooed!" I cry out, "Rocky don't look."

He laughs as he squeezes my hand, "You're literally a superwoman right now, I don't care."

"I do!"

"Okay mom, one last big push!" The doctor announces.

I find the last bit of energy, I have left in my body and use it to push until I can't anymore. Pain ripples every part of me, I'm surprised my body hasn't been pulled apart from all the pushing.

And then all the pain stops because I hear a tiny cry echoing the room. Tears cascade down my face, I turn to Rocky who has misted over eyes, he wipes them furious.

I gasp slightly as the baby is placed onto my chest, they're covered and matted with blood but still their the most perfect thing I've ever seen in my entire life.

I sob quietly as I feel a level of love that I didn't know was possible.

"We did it." I croak out.

Rocky lowers himself so we are inches away, "You did it."

"We have a baby."

"We have a baby."

"Congratulations on your daughter, we will leave you for a few minutes but then due to her being premature, we will need to run some tests."

Even more love pours out of my chest, I couldn't even fathom how much love I feel for this tiny person on my chest.

"We're got a daughter." I whisper as I stare into Rocky's chocolate coloured eyes.

"She's so beautiful." He murmurs as he reaches out to touch her face, "Just like her mom."

More tears roll down my cheeks, as I lazily lean my head on his shoulder. He presses his lips to the top of my head once again.

"I'm so proud of you." He whispers, "So stupidly proud of you."

I give him a weak smile, "Now you know how I feel about you every day."

He pauses before placing a brief kiss to my lips, "So proud."