Unexpected (A Chris Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Chapter 28: It Begins

 Several weeks after the baby shower and a couple of days after the official due date...

"Are you sure you're okay, Erin?" Chris had been a worry wart since the weeks had gone by.

"Seriously! I'm fine, Chris," I stated. "I'm starting to think you're the one going into labor."

"Not funny."

"Touchy."

"Stop it."

"Chris! Stop worrying!"

"No."

I continued, "Dude! If you don't stop, I'll...Oh God!"

"What's up?" Chris questioned.

"I think it's happening," I winced.

"Let's get going then," He rushed out of bed.

As I crumpled over slightly holding my bump, I erected my posture upward. Then I looked at Chris with a smirk and just started laughing maniacally.

"What?" Chris was about to throw off his covers and I'm sure, carry me bridal style out the house.

I shook my head and exclaimed,"I got you."

"I hate you," he rolled his eyes, realizing I was pretending to be in pain.

"You hate me?" I began to fake cry.

Chris put his arms around and I began chuckling all over again.

"Why the hell did I fall for that?" he sulked.

"Oh sorry, Love," I rubbed his shoulders. "I'm trying to have some fun before everything changes."

He kissed my forehead, "I know."

We sat down like that for an hour or so before continuing it laying down-- talking about the baby and sweet nothings. It was one of those moments that was like melting sugar on your tongue-- sweet and a desired lingering aftertaste.

4:30 AM, Chris and Erin are about to go through the gauntlet.

Waking up early in the morning isn't new for me when I'm pregnant. I'm uncomfortable and I usually have to pee.

However, I awoke that fateful morning, feeling a numb kind of pain in my womb. It wasn't incredibly painful, for most it would knock the wind out of them like wham. Although, in my case, it was just enough to make my stomach turn inside out and produce vomit. I bolted to the bathroom and my insides were wretched out into the toilet bowl. I gasped as I leaned onto the wall for support with a hand rubbing my back soothingly. That's where I felt the pain the most. It was as if a dagger was coming through the wall behind me. I inhaled deeply with my other hand holding my belly. The pain slowly went from one up to ten and I choked on my breath. If Chris ever stayed over and heard me throwing up, he'd come to my service. If I needed water or simply held my hair back, he was the man. When we began living together, he started listening when he heard the loud belching that echoed through the toilet to the bedroom-- my anticipated call for help. I knew there would be no need for a verbal call because my hacking became an alarm. His footsteps were brisk walking across the carpet to check on me.

My coughing halted just in time for him to ask, "Are you alright, Erin?"

Chris kneeled beside me and placed a hand gingerly on my shoulder. The pain stopped and I answered with my trademark not-quite-awake-post-throw up gravely voice that made me sound like a chain smoker, "I'm not sure. I just had some pain all through here. Especially my back. It went on a scale of 1 to 10 at the lowest to the highest in a short time."

He nodded and continued asking questions, "Do you think it was Braxton Hicks? Or is this the start of the real thing?"

"I don't know," I said as I touched my throat that burned like I ate a spicy pepper-- flesh and seeds in all. "Braxton Hicks were more painful and obvious like period cramps. It didn't start out slow. Plus, it's hard to talk, but everything burns too!"