I'd Like to be Somebody Else

Chapter 63

Boxing day was much quieter, while the rest of the country rushed to the sales I sat watching movies with Noel and Peggy. We didn't move all day except for food or drink. We didn't talk much either, happy to enjoy the peace and quiet. It made me wonder what Liam was doing, he'd be getting fidgety if he was here, I knew that much.

That evening I felt the baby moving different to normal, sitting much lower and muscles started to contract. Everyone else had spent Christmas predicting he was coming very soon but I didn't want anyone to start fussing before it was necessary.

I got Noel to go for a walk with me, still ignoring the fact that I was technically in labour. I loved the winter we were having and I wasn't going to miss it because of the baby. He wasn't so enthusiastic, he wanted to stay wrapped up warm, indoors. The area was the same old Manchester I'd become so familiar with but it's wintery covering of snow gave it a magic, bright charm it usually lacked.

The contractions got much more painful as me and Noel walked in the late afternoon snow. The ground was still heavily covered, since it had kept snowing. I probably shouldn't have been walking in it in case I slipped or something.

"Agh." I grabbed my belly not being able to hide the pain of this one.

"What's wrong? Is it the baby?" Noel immediately questioned, grabbing me for support.

"Contractions, I've had them for a while now." I admitted.

He looked around, we were in a park in Manchester, the day after boxing day, there were only a few other people around, mostly people walking their dogs. "Have you brought your phone?"

I shook my head, I didn't fancy carrying around a brick that might not be safe to be near. "I'm fine, it just hurts a bit and then it's gone."

He insisted we walked back to the house or find somewhere indoors. We walked and walked, stopping about every five minutes for the next contraction. We couldn't find anywhere open because it was the Christmas holiday.

We ended up back at Liam's house since his place was closest. Just outside his door my waters broke, ruining my leggings. "Shit!" I groaned, I knew our son wasn't waiting any longer.

"Oi, phone an ambulance." he shouted as we let ourselves in the house.

I took my coat off and crashed on the sofa in his living room.

"What?" Liam ran down the stairs.

"I don't want an ambulance!" I protested and then shouted in pain.

"You are getting in that fucking ambulance and you're having my son in a hospital, with doctors and medicine and shit." Noel commanded, he was freaking out like I'd never seen before.

Noel ignored me and got to the phone while Liam just stood and stared at me with no idea what to do.

"Stop staring at me. Just get my leggings off and get me a towel and stop him." I ordered. "I don't want to go to fucking hospital."

He fetched some towels and helped me clean up. He put a towel over me to protect my privacy, a bit late for that.

"Yorkie, you can't have it here. You're not having it in my gaff, on my sofa." Liam shook his head. "We can't deliver a baby, we're not fucking qualified."

"I am not going to fucking hospital, I'm not doing it, I'm staying right friggin' here." I said firmly before shouting in pain with the next contraction.

"Look, you told me to be a bloody good uncle to the nibbling, if that means fecking dragging you to hospital then I will." he sat next to me and took my hand. "I know you don't friggin' like hospitals but this is for the baby... You were alright when you had the crash."