Mixed Direction

Chapter Forty- Eight: How Did it Happen?

{Perrie's POV}

Jesy was ambitious and always knew what she wanted. People have deemed her to be demanding, but I admire her for her attitude. She knew where she was headed and would't settle for less. She wouldn't let anyone push her around. Don't we all want to be like that? The determination that her fierce eyes held was an incredible example set for all women to never give up. I shouldn't talk in past tense, but what if this is how it is? What if this is how it all ends?

Four hours earlier....

"I would be a giraffe. They have really long tongues, they have an awesome pattern, they're beautiful- especially their eyelashes- and they actually have some height," Jade explains what animal she would be and why, making us laugh.

"Jade, you're a perfect height!" Leigh replies, earning a eye roll in return from Jade. "Okay! An adorable height, is that better?"

"Fine," Jade grumbles whilst I grin, looking at Jesy intending to share the same amused look. Except, when I glance across, Jesy isn't looking at me. Her head is turned down and her long lashes coat over her closed eyes, her hand placed on the lower end of her bump, her face slightly scrunched up in pain mixed with worry.

"Jes," I stand up, the tone of my voice causing the other two to look at Jesy too. "Jes, what's wrong?" I walk over and bend down in front of her.

Jesy looks up, her brown eyes meeting mine, "I think I'm having a-a-a contra-aaaction!"

"Oh God," Leigh's eyes grow wide as Jesy lets out a groan of pain. "Oh God. OH GOD!" Leigh repeats, her voice becoming louder and more panicked with each word.

"Oh God! What do we do?!" Jade sounds like Leigh-Anne. "Perrie! What do we do?!"

They're weren't like this when I went into labour, both times. And what the fuck makes them think I know what to do? I've been in labour, but I was too busy being in pain to actually take in everything that was happening around me.

"I'm not an obstetrician! Or a midwife!" I remind them.

"You delivered your niece and nephew! You've gotta know something dipshit!" Leigh snaps back, her rudeness coming from panic and fear, not in the least bit insulting me.

"Okay, okay. Just calm down. You two are going to go in labour and you're not even pregnant!" I hold my hands out to Leigh-Anne and Jade. "We don't need to panic or start moving until Jesy's contractions are at least eight minutes apart, it's a long process generally," I explain.

"Okay," Leigh nods, taking deep breaths, like the labouring mother beside us is doing.

I help Jesy to her feet and hold her steady. I give her a questioning look and Jesy lets out a deep breath, nodding her head as a signal that she is okay. I continue to allow Jesy to hold my forearms as I turn back to Leigh and Jade.

"Can you two go to Jesy's and collect her hospital bag. Call Jake, call anyone you think is necessary. I will take Jesy to the hospital soon and meet you there, got it?" I instruct the other two calmly and they both nod their heads, collecting their bags.

"Good luck Jes, we'll see you soon," Jade kisses Jesy's cheek and Leigh-Anne proceeds to do the same. "Take care of her Perrie, we'll see you both soon," Jade looks at me whilst they leave. After I nod to tell them I will, they both rush off and I look at Jesy.

"See, everything is going to be fine," I smile and Jesy manages to display a weak smile in return, sweat droplets starting to appear on her forehead. Having been through all this myself, twice, one time with twins, I understand the feeling.

"Right, one moment. I'm just going to call Erica and let her know what's happening, okay?" I clarify, earning a nod in return. I offer Jesy a seat but she prefers to be standing, so I move away to the table and pick up my phone, scrolling through contacts to Erica.