Just in Time (A Tom Hiddleston Fan Fic)

Chapter 34: The Pain

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"You better not fucking call Tom!" I say again for at least the third time to Ben as I'm squeezing his hand for dear life. "Okay! Okay! Just don't break my bloody hand!" he grinds out.

We're all in my SUV, with Hector driving and Ben in the back seat with me. I have to admit, I'd be impressed with Hector's driving skills if I thought he wasn't going to get us killed.

"Damn it, Hector! Don't run any more red lights!" I say, then another contraction hits me. "Fuuuck! Get me to the hospital, NOW!" I thought labor was supposed to take hours - if this is what I have to look forward to while waiting for Champ to arrive, they better give me some serious drugs.

My cell phone starts to ring. Because it's connected through the Bluetooth in my car, it comes up on the car display.

"Helloooo?" Hector answers before I can tell him not to.

"Hector? Is that you? It's Tom. Why are you answering Kenni's phone?"

"Ummm, well..." he says, and I grab his shoulder in warning. "Kenni was craving a foot long chili cheese hotdog, so I took her out to get drive thru. She can't talk right now because she has a mouthful of said hotdog."

There's silence, and I think we may have lost the connection. Unfortunately, I am mistaken.

"What the fuck is going on, Hector?" Tom growls. Hector looks at me in the rear view mirror with pleading eyes before he continues quickly.

"Kenni's water broke. Ben and I are taking her to the hospital."

I hear another growl and curse of exasperation from Tom's end of the call. "Bollocks! Bloody fucking hell! I'm getting on a plane right now!"

"Tom, you don't have to.,." I try to say calmly, though I know the last words come out more as a whine as another contraction starts.

"No! No fucking way, Kendall. I am getting on a plane NOW!"

"Take it easy, Mate. We'll keep her safe until you arrive," Ben chimes in.

"Thank you. To both of you," Tom says. What am I, chopped liver? I'm about to give birth to our child, for fuck's sake! I think.

Finally, Tom ends the call. Almost...

"Kendall?" Tom says.

"Yes, Tom?"

"I'll deal with you later," he says, then the call ends. I don't have time to think about what that means. Hector's driving, remember?