This chapter may be more...boring and shitty, because I didn't want to put in too much detail as she is in labour, and that's plain grouse, so I thought I would spare all the lovely details of cervix's peeling and shit. God I shivered at that word, haha omf! Okay, sorry for the shit chapter, but please understand it has hard to make labour sound classy and what not, so sorry! Also, this book is ending very soon! There will be a sequel, so that will be fun and there will be more drama so...yeah. xxxxx
***Harry's P.O.V***
"You're doing so well sweetie." I whispered into her hair, as the car pulled up into the hospital car park. Liam raced to our door, opening it for us. Liam grabbed her hand, helping her out of the car, as I supported her back. The minute she was out, I jumped out, and scooped her up in my arms.
"Put your arms around my neck, baby." I instructed. Melanie did as I said, and I raced her into the reception area.
"How can you still carry me?" Melanie mumbled, looking up at me with wide eyes. I smiled down at her, kissing her temple.
"I'll always be able to carry you." I whispered. She smiled, but it quickly faded as another contraction hit her, as she cried out in pain. "Hang on princess." I assured her, racing to the nearest nurse.
"Excuse me! My wife is going into labour!" I explained.
"Oh, follow me!" she smiled. The nurse retrieved a wheel chair, and I gently lowered Melanie down onto it. The nurse went to push the chair, but I stopped her.
"I got her, lead the way." I encouraged. The nurse nodded, leading is through the corridors, until we reached the maternity ward. The nurse helped me lift Melanie onto the bed, pulling the blankets up over her, and adjusted her pillow.
"You have a private room all to yourself." she smiled. "If you excuse me, I shall go fetch your doctor." I nodded curtly at her, as she headed out the door.
"How you feeling baby?" I whispered, pulling a chair up to the side of her bed, holding her hand tightly pressing my lips to her hand.
"Just Peachey." she smiled sarcastically. "How about you?"
"Babe, this isn't time to worry about me. Focus on yourself and little Darcy, okay?" I smiled, shaking my head at her kind heart, always worrying about others. She smiled and nodded her head. "Can I get you anything? Another pillow? A drink? Tell me and I'll get it for you baby." I gushed.
"I'm fine." she giggled sweetly. "Although if you could talk to your daughter, and ask her to be more gentle, that would be great." she teased. Although she was joking, I took it on seriously. Seeing the woman I loved in pain , killed me, and I would do anything to take it away for her.
"Darcella." I whispered to Melanie's stomach. "I know you are excited to come out and see your beautiful mommy, but please be more gentle sweetie? She is in a lot of pain right now." I soothed, rubbing my hand over her stomach.
"Harry, I don't think she can stop the pain." Melanie laughed softly, squeezing my hand. I sighed, and kissed her cheek.
"I know, I just wish I could take the pain away for you. I want to help you." I confessed.
"You are helping as long as you stand by my side." she replied.
"I'm not going anywhere." I assured her, squeezing her hand.
"Ah! Melanie and Harry! Been nine months already!" Damon chirped walking into the room. I recognized him from the first ultra sound, and Melanie smiled politely at him. I had nothing against Damon, but he was a very good looking doctor, and I couldn't help but feel slightly jealous when he talked to my girl. "How are you doing so far Mel?"
