Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

Swan Song

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The excruciating pain intensified, my stomach shifting and turning to compensate. Even though I knew full well they were contractions, that did little to alleviate my deepened fears.

"Either you're sleep walking or I'm not quite hearing that right! Did you just say she's in labor?", he questions with panic in his voice.

"I don't know what's going on. But I've got the Styles and his men surrounding this damn place. We're not going anywhere, anytime soon. Just hurry the hell up!".  Christian wasn't so much angry, rather it was an emotion I had never seen from him.

I could tell Christians wasn't prepared for this at all, the concern is written all over his face. It felt like I was being torn apart from the inside, a spine tingling pain I've never experienced before, needless to say it hurt like hell! The situation outside, he would've taken care of them with one hand to spare. The situation inside, however, was the one he struggled with.

"Listen to me, kid. I need you to take slow, deep breaths and relax until I get there. Tomko, you may want to close the windows, it's about to get a little loud outside...", was all he said before I hear a barrage of gunfire, and the sound of a chopper flying up ahead.

From my seat, I see the chopper firing at the dozens of Styles' men from above. The chopper soon disappears as it rides up ahead and land of the roof of the dojo. For now, the contractions seemed to be easing up, but they weren't far apart.

I was just glad I knew Austin was here, and on his way. But as soon as my pain returns, I'm on the verge of tears. The pain became too much to bare, and I find myself screaming from the top of my lungs at the shot of pain.

When I glance up at Christian again, he's in full panic mode, not because of the commotion outside, but because now we're expecting a baby we thought I miscarried. Add to that, he wasn't too stoked about the prospect of being a father.

We quite simply did not know what the hell to say to each other. We're both frozen in shock. I wanted to lean on him for support, but he was almost unresponsive. It wasn't the situation outside that frightened him, but me being in labor that he feared.

I feel some relief when I look up and find Austin bursting through the door, with Stephanie not far behind. And I can't say I haven't missed them one bit. Austin rushes over to me immediately, with worry and shock in eyes. Before anything is said, he envelops me in an assuring hug.

"You've got yourself in a pickle kid. I don't know how this happened, but it doesn't matter at this point. I need you to promise me something. I need you to keep focused on me, and your breathing. Forget about everything around you, and I promise I'll do my part, but I need you to do yours", he assured me, all the while pulling up his sleeves. I return an eager yet unsettling look his way, before searching for any sight of emotion in Christian's eyes.

"You're going to deliver his baby?", I asked surprisingly.

"I'm a geneticist. How hard can this be?", he replied, rolling his sleeves up

"There's a first aid room back there", I offered him.

"Can you walk?", he asked skeptically. I return a reassuring nod his way. As I find my way to feet, my legs struggled to stay beneath me. Luckily Austin expected that and and instantly lifts me into his arms, almost running with me into the secluded room.

I momentarily allow myself to be distracted by what may be going through Christian's mind, his reaction to everything that's happened, and more importantly, what's happening now.

Austin washes his hands and sets up what he could find. This finally made me accept reality. This is really happening. I was going to deliver a baby I thought I'd miscarried. "How long have you've been in pain?", he asked.