All Alone

Untitled Part 7

Alex POV

Run, run, run faster faster was all you could think about, the plane had just landed at Heathrow Airport after an agonising 11 hour flight. You had to get to her, she couldn't, and she wouldn't do this all alone.

You and Nick made it into a private taxi in the airport grounds the other lads would collect your bags you still had another hours drive in good traffic, Nick placed his hand on your knee

"Take it easy Al, calm down mate we'll make it, she needs you calm when you arrive. Try her phone"

You dialled her number it rang, and rang and rang...finally her sister picked up

"We are at the hospital Al, she's still 5cm no pain relieve yet, she's been in labour for almost 12 hours, and they are talking about a c section. Have you landed?"

You was about to answer when you heard y/n groan, it made your heart sink

"Yes I'll be an hour tops, tell her I'm coming, tell her I love her"

She passed on the message, you heard her giggle a sound that you had missed for the last month she shouted "just get here Al"

You hung up and rested your head back thinking back to the previous day............

The past month had been torture, the gigs had been awesome, the four of us got into it, but y/n was constantly on my mind, the travelling, gigs and interviews I welcomed as a distraction. It was an hour before our last gig, despite the 11 hour flight the time difference from the UK Rio was only 3 hours in front. It was 6pm in Rio when y/n rang, this was one of our regular calls in the day, it would have been 9pm back home and I knew she'd be tired and ready for bed, from our daily face time sessions I could see she was struggling, her last midwife appointment confirmed our little girls head was engaged and that it was just a waiting game now.

I answered instantly and I knew something was up her voice was too calm

"Hey baby are you ok, you seem quiet"

"Al, I've had a show, my mucus plug has come away" I could hear a slight panic in her voice, I knew she was trying to keep calm for me

" I've rang the midwife, she says it still could take a few days before labour starts but usually it starts within 24 hours, I'm so sorry Al to tell you this before your last show "

"Hey baby stop that now, stop apologising, you need to stay calm and ring your sister in case I can't make it. This is the last show I will get on the last flight out night"

This calmed her down a little, she hung up and promised to get in touch if her labour started. I on the hand was shitting me self, she needed me and I was on the other side of the world.

All through the show my mind was on y/n, I hoped she was in bed and resting, I prayed she hadn't gone into labour. I was desperate to get to my phone. At the encore I was first to leave the stage, the look in Steve's eye and his slight nod of his head told me to rush to my phone?

Text Message Y/N : "I have pains, my sister is here, try not to worry it could be days, love you xx"

I had 5 mins before back on stage the boys urged me to ring her

"Hey baby are you ok"

"I'm in the bath, contractions are every 30 mins, and I have a while yet Al, but please get on that flight tonight"

I promised I would, I could tell her usual calm exterior was slipping, I knew she needed me, I needed her, my heart was physically hurting knowing I was so far away.

The traffic was slowing down as we got closer to the city and to the hospital, my phone rang it was her sister

"8cm Al, they are breaking her waters, the baby is getting tired they are trying to speed things up, but I think Y/N is holding on for you "

"20 mins tops, we're going as fast as we can"

Finally you arrived, you ran into the hospital not caring who saw you, at this moment you was an expectant father not a rock star. You reached the maternity unit and a nurse buzzed you in, instantly you heard a woman's loud groan, you prayed that weren't your y/n, and thankfully it wasn't.

You took a composing breath and opened the door to your labour suite to find y/n bent over the bed, a gas and air pipe in her mouth with her sister rubbing her back, easing her through a contraction.

"hey baby" you made your way over to her and caught her as she flung her arms around your neck and pressed her face into your neck, whispering thank you.

The midwife came rushing in

"Right Mrs Turner are we going to try pushing"

Mrs Turner, I felt bad, she should be my wife, I messed her around for two years when we could have settled down. You pushed guilt aside.

The next hour passed in a blur, my gorgeous y/n was placed on the bed her legs in stirrups, I held onto one of her legs the midwife on the other, while y/n clung onto my neck, her nails digging in my skin, loud groans came from deep within her. I could see the baby's head I could see a mass of dark hair.

10 minutes later Y/N was still in the same position our baby was tired, Y/N was tired her beautiful face was pale and sweaty she looked exhausted, I kissed her forehead and was rewarded with tiny smile.

The midwives decided to cut Y/N to allow the baby more room, I stared down in shock as they cut my girl further open, she didn't make a sound.

"You're doing amazing baby, not long now" I whispered, her nails dug in my neck as a contraction came and she pushed like her life depended on it. Two pushes later a head appeared, I urged her on while her nails drew blood on my neck.

Finally our baby was delivered on to Y/N tummy. I stood with tears in my eyes as Y/N rubbed our girl to get her to cry but she didn't, I saw the midwives glance at each other, they wrapped our baby in a blanket and left the room in a hurry, leaving me and Y/N in complete shock..........