Patrick's Pov
I will always repeat this, the biggest struggle of pregnancy, finding clothes that fit me. I hate not being able to wear the shirts or pants I want. I told Brendon I didn't want to go out, but he insisted.
On top of that everything has been hurting. I've been in pain since this morning, but the pain had lasted for a couple of minutes so far and then it goes away. Normal I guess since I'm eight months along. I just don't want Brendon to worry if the pain comes back.
I finally just went with a plain blue shirt and a pair of black pants with black and white converse.
"Trick I'm here, you ready yet?" I heard Brendon say through my bedroom door.
"Yeah, I'm finishing up. Don't come in!"
"I won't... Hey where is Elisa?"
"She left a while ago, didn't really bother where though." I said as I opened the door.
"Well better for me... You look so cute with that belly!"
"Thanks..."
We drove off to the restaurant and as promised there was no one parked outside of it. This dinner party was just for the both of us, it was fine by me because I'm not in the mood to be surrounded by people. Although Brendon is a social guy, I would think he would want to be surrounded by people and loud music.
"Place is empty just like I promised... Well I did get the chef to cook of something before he left. Just sit down at a table and I'll be back with the food."
I nodded and sat down at the nearest table. The restaurant was huge, and very elegant. I kinda felt bad for the way I dressed.
I waited for a couple of minutes for Brendon, but he still didn't show up. I slowly began to feel the pain I was getting from this morning, it really hurt. This pain was the exact one Dr. Donnie described, as a sign of labor.
I calmly did the breathing exercises to try to relax the pain.
"Bren..."
I looked towards the area Brendon went off to but he wasn't there. Instead Pete was running this way.
"Patrick! What's wrong!?" he says kneeling beside me.
I held his hand tightly, not knowing what else to do. "I think it's time..."
I saw a small smile form on his face. "Okay, can you get up at all?"
I nodded, "just help me, I don't think we have much time. The contractions aren't that far apart..."
"Okay..." he helped me out of the chair and as fast as we could we got into the car.
Women don't exaggerate when it comes to this. It actually feels like your going to die, and you just want the pain to go away. They do say when everything is over with, it was all worth it. That's what I want everything to be over and hold my babay boy in my arms.
"Where almost there!" he says. My hand still held on to his, I felt more secure about doing all this. Even when I should push Pete away, I need him. He's the only one I want near me right now.
When I felt a a sharp pain I would squeeze his hand turing it red. I felt bad about it, but I didn't want him to go anywhere. Instead he would just lean over and give me kiss on the forhead.
He parked the car out front of the hospital door. He quickly went over and opened my door, "I don't think I can walk anymore."
"Okay Trick, just hang on I'm gonna go get help." He ran straight inside and came out with a wheelchair and Dr. Donnie.
Here it goes, I'm finally going to see you little Jack.
