With all my heart: A Tronnor mpreg

Chapter 15: What can't be lost

                           December 10
Troye couldn't stand seeing his beautiful boyfriend like this. He was leaning back, eyes closed shut as tightly as they possibly could, trying so hard not to scream. His face was red, and his breathing had once again got worse. Only 5 more minutes. That's all.

Connor could barely tell a contraction from another. At this point, a doctor might tell a female to push. Hadleigh's head was down very far, he could feel it. Connor couldn't push though, because he had no vagina. He needed a C-Section.

"Troye, I don't think I'm gonna make it." Connor whined, fighting a contraction, trying his hardest to remember how to breathe. "Nonsense, the hospital is right up there." Connor shook his head from side to side. "No, I mean make it make it."

Troye didn't like it how much Connor thought about death. It wasn't even that he normally did, it was that he'd been saying stuff in the car like "Let Hadleigh live before me," and "I'm gonna die."

"Connor. Stop saying that. You're going to live. Promise me that you won't die Connie." Troye's voice was breaking and he was crying now. What would happen if Connor didn't make it?

"There's a 15% chance that both me and Hadleigh will survive. That's not good odds. When a male gives birth, there's a 15% chance him and the baby both survive. When a baby is born prematurely, it also adds risk. It's not looking good  for us Troye."

"DON'T SAY THAT CONNOR!" Troye yelled. He didn't mean to be harsh, but Troye didn't want to think about death. Having a baby was supposed to be a joyful time, but he was more scared than he'd ever been before, and Connor was,too.

"I-I-I'm sorry that I yelled Connie. Please, Connie promise me that you will try your hardest to stay alive. I can't imagine life without you. Both of you." He rubbed Connor's bump. This was the last time he'd be able to do that. Hadleigh was going to be born. It was so surreal.

Connor yowled in pain again. "Ah, fuck this. It's hurts so much Troye. I'm trying so hard to fight right now. It's so hard. I want my baby. I want my Hadleigh and my Troye."

The hospital was just ahead. It was hard to see in all the blizzard, but it looked as though Connor's parents had beaten them there. They lived close to the hospital anyways.

Troye pulled up, and Connor's mom helped her son out of the car. Troye was going to find a lot to park in when Mr. Franta said, give me the keys, I'll park it." Troye said, "Are you sure?" Mr. Franta nodded. "You should be there when your daughter's born. I'll be right back to see y'all in a moment. Go quickly."

Troye didn't hesitate. He jumped out of the car and hugged the grandfather of his child tightly, mouthing thank you to him as he ran off to catch up with a barely-able-to-stand Connor.

The doctors had to put a drain through Connor's lungs because their was water filling up the bottom of them. When Connor's water broke, the water went up into his lungs, since his "womb" was attached to his vital organs like his heart and lungs.

Troye was allowed to scrub in and be by Connor's side during the surgery. He squeezed Connor's hand so tightly that he wasn't sure if he'd cut off circulation. He was kneeling down, gazing to Connor's eyes, repeatedly whispering that everything was going to be fine. He didn't even notice that they had cut open Connor's abdomen and retrieved their little girl. "Congratulations!" Said the surgeon, nudging Troye's arm. "You've got a little girl."

A/N
She's here! Won't be updating the story until tomorrow. How's about you follow me so you can know when I update this. I can't believe how popular this is. Yeah, in the long-run it's not all that popular, but it's by my standards internet famous. Thanks so so so very much for the love- Emma Franc