Y/N . . .
"Deep breaths, remember. Deep breaths and you will be fine"
You groaned in pain, beads of sweat lining your forehead as you gripped the bed sheets next to you. Dizziness swept over you as you buried your head into one of the pillows feeling another contraction hit. You tried to pant through it as the few seconds seemed to last a lifetime.
Period cramps were bad enough but this pain was on a whole different level. You made a mental note to swiftly kick the boys right between the legs if they ever claimed labour 'can't be that bad' again.
You clenched your eyes shut to prevent the tears from spilling, not just from the foreign pain that was becoming more and more unbearable and frequent by the minute, but because Chres was absent by your side, not able to offer a hand to grip, to rub circles on the bottom of your back or to speak words of encouragement to get you through what felt like torture.
"(Y/N) hunny, Chres is on his way" Chyna, Rayan's girlfriend as well as your best friend assured, "Keisha's pulled him off stage and is getting him on the first flight over here"
Concern consumed her features as she stood beside the hospital bed, offering a hand for you to squeeze in attempt to make the upcoming contraction more bearable. She brushed a strand of hair from your face as it contorted in agony, a low curse leaving her lips as she felt certain you would break her hand before your boyfriend could get there and replace it with his.
Another hour dragged on, your lips wrapped around the gas and air which was making you slightly light headed. Not the most effective pain relief, but you were against the idea of an epidural in fear it would slow down the process and lead to several more hours of labour you couldn't handle. Exhausted and nauseas, you let a few tears slip, your voice hoarse as you called to Chyna who hadn't left your side,
"I can't do it without him."
"Yes Y/N you can. You're strong and he knows that. Now come on, deep breaths like the midwife said."
"Your friend is right, try and bre-"
"Stop telling me to breathe goddammit! If I wasn't breathing I'd be dead, now please get this baby out of me"
The room fell momentarily silent with the exception of the bleeping machine which sped up as your heart rate did. The midwife smiled, accustomed to emotions running high and the odd few patients shouting at her.
"She's sorry she's just in pain right now" Chyna apologised, grimacing again as the death grip you had on her hand tightened once again.
Another hour passed and Chres was still no where in sight, the fear you had expressed throughout your pregnancy of him missing the birth of his first child seemingly becoming a reality. You weren't sure whether you were more upset, infuriated or worried as your hormones went flying through the roof.
The midwife that was perched on the end of the bed removed her hand from in between your legs giving you a knowing look,
"10cm dilated. It's time to push."
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EDITED: July 2017
