Remember Me [captainswan]

XXVII (part I)

Writer's POV
Present...

Months have gone by, nine months preferably. Killian and Emma have had there share of ultra sounds but they both decided to keep the gender of the baby secret. Though Emma really wanted to know.
By now, the both of them were more close and intimate with each other, they told each other everything.
She still had no process with the memory thing, her previous life with him was still a missing page.

Emma was supposed to be due on October 6th, it was over week past that and she was irritated with her overgrown belly. Actually, she was irritated with everything, including Killian.

She was sitting on the couch she'd been resting on 24/7 for the last four months. It was like her second home now honestly.

Killian walked through the door with a bouquet of pink roses. He'd had gotten in the habit of that, buying her things.

"Hey fatass." He grinned teasingly and looked at her as he walked towards the couch holding out the beautiful flowers.

She gave him a death glare, shooting daggers at him with her eyes, "If I take the fucking roses, can I hit you with them?"

He smiled and leaned down kissing her forehead, which earned a tiny little smile to form on her lips, "I see you're still hating me then." He said and walked to the kitchen putting the flowers in a vase.

"Oh no! How could I ever hate you!?" She raised her voice in a sarcastic tone as she attempted standing from the couch, and failing.

He saw her and walked over, helping her to stand since the massive bump was preventing her from doing so, "You've been hating me for weeks."

"I don't hate you, I just- I want him to get out of me." She groaned and looked down at her ample belly.

"You still think it's a Him, then?" He grinned.

"Yup." She sighed and shoved Killian aside gently to walk past him to the kitchen.

He followed her, ready to catch her if she fell or something.

"Do we still have those macaroons?" She asked opening the fridge and scanning her eyes over the things inside.

"You ate them all." He said and leaned against the counter.

"Can you go buy some more?" She turned her head back to look at him and gave him an innocent smile.

"No. Because I got those macaroons at a french pastry shop 156 miles away because the ones the store had weren't good enough for you." He sighed.

She closed the fridge and stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his shoulders and squeezing lightly, "Come onnnn." She whined and pecked his lips, "Please?"

He rolled his eyes but smiled slightly, "Noooo." He mocked her, "You could go into labor, and I'm not missing that."

"Then fuck me and get this baby out of me." She said angrily.

"No, I'm not doing that to get our child out of you." He shook his head.

"Killian pleaseee." She begged.

About two days ago they went to their obstetrician, and she told them that there were ways to induce labor. One of them was sex. He instantly refused the idea, thinking it was sort of messed up. Since he was against it, they tried a bunch of different things. Like eating spicy food, going on long walks, doing yoga (which he did with her), drinking herbal tea. They tried absolutely everything but still nothing.

"Come, wuss, make loove to me." She said and ran her hands through his hair sensually as she rubbed her nose against his. [the quote is curtesy of rachel green]

"Emma-" He sighed putting his hands on her waist.

"Shut up." She hissed and kissed him hard and passionately.

He rolled his eyes before closing them and returning the hungry kiss.

"Oh.." She pulled away and looked down at her pregnant stomach, putting a protective hand over the bump, "My water just broke."

"Wha- Really?"

"No. I'm kidding." She said sarcastically and gave him a look.

"Alright, wait here." He rushed off to their bedroom and grabbed the bag he had prepared with some of her clothes and other things.

He came back with the duffel bag swung over his shoulder and helped her get to the car. Once she was situated in the passengers seat he got in beside her and drove off the hospital.

When they were there they had a slight argument with the nurse because Emma didn't want to go to a semi-private room. She got her wish and they finally ended up in a fully private room. Emma had been getting contractions for two and a half hours now, yet she was still a centimeter away from ten.

"God, I can't take this anymore." She said with a strained voice feeling another one of her contractions coming along. They were like menstrual cramps, but a million times worse. And she tried as best she could to not cry out in pain as she felt her uterus tightening with each one.

Killian held on to her hand reassuringly to give her some kind of strength.

After it passed, she sighed in relief and panted slightly, "Don't leave me." She said in a soft voice and squeezed his hand.

He chuckled softly at her absurd comment, "Don't plan on it, love." He said and kissed her hair line, "Hang in there."

Their delivery doctor came in shortly, Dr. Whale. Killian didn't like that he as a man, but Emma didn't bother to ask for a different one.

"Whale," Emma breathed looking at him, "Please tell me I'm ready. Please."

He smiled slightly, "You are. We're gonna wheel you into delivery right now."

"Wait what?" She looked at Killian, "I can't do this now."

"Yes you can. It'll be fine." He tightened the grip on her hand for a second.

They put her in a wheelchair and rushed her to the Delivery Room. When she was inside, they made her as comfortable as possible.
She was resting her feet against the foot rest and gripping the living hell out of Killian's hand as she waited for her contraction so she could begin pushing.

When she felt it come on, Whale spoke up from his current position at the foot of the bed, "Alright Emma, you can start to push now."

She inhaled deeply as she began, waves of unimaginable pain passing through her lower half as she cried out in pain.

"Emma wait, wait. Stop." Whale said loud enough for her to hear.

She relaxed herself and looked at him then Killian, "What? What's going on?"

The doctor sighed and looked between the two of them sharing a gaze of concern and worry, "The baby. It's breech."

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this part is inspired by the birth of Rachel Green bc she's awesome.