"Options... I've ran out of Options..." (Book 3)

Chapter 152 - "Having a Baby..."

Chapter 152 - "Having a Baby..."

Clara's PoV

'Please don't make me do it' he begged fully dressed and not prepared for my question.

'Why?' I whined as I was starting to feel another contraction and clutched my stomach finally coming to the conclusion that it was time to remove my underwear.

It was time to face the fact that I was in this too deep now.

As I had this contraction however I had this huge kick of the baby like it was in movement.

'It's moving still? Is -- is that normal?' I asked as she stuck her hand where it needed to go again making me shift uncomfortably but actually it was much more bearable now that I was amidst the warm water.

'7cm. Won't be too long now. I'll go and set some things up for baby' she hummed as I looked at John with pleading eyes.

'Please. I'll do anything' I whined resting my forehead on the side of the pool and yelled out in pain.

I knew he wouldn't do it.

But I was surprised.

John watched as Clara rested her head on the side of the pool and screamed in agony.

She was going through hell.

He could do this one little thing of sacrifice.

Not that he had bought any spare clothes of anything at all.

'I swear the things I do for you Oswald' he hummed as I felt the water rise and his hand back in mine except this time his hand was under the water as well.

I lifted my head still trying to breathe deep through the contraction to witness John arms folded sitting in the pool with me in his jeans and polo top.

'These were some of my best jeans' he laughed with a smirk kissing my forehead as I almost starting crying but only because he had agreed to come in after saying he wouldn't.

'I love you' I begged through yet another contraction.

- - -

Two hours later and we were still in the same situation.

I had been in and out of the pool a few times not fully deciding where I wanted to actually do the pushing part.

John decided since he didn't have any clothes to change into for now that he would just stay in the pool because it was was warm.

After half an hour realising it was still going to be a while he took the soggy jeans off and just stayed in his underwear because he knew I wanted him in there.

He had given a mate from the office a shout and told him where the spare key to the house was and begged him to pop in and grab some dry clothes for him.

It seemed to be the longest few hours of my life when all I wanted to do was sleep.

I leant against John in the pool when there was a change in this contraction.

This one was different because I had the urge to push.

'Oh god. It's happening. John shit it's happening' I said out loud as I squeezed from eyes shut and pushed a little actually peeing a little as well.

'Hold on Clara. Stop for a moment. I know you feel you need to push but just wait until then next contraction' the midwife said as I moved so I was resting my head on John's chest again which was the most comfortable I had been since this whole thing had began.

I had been in the water so long I was starting to wrinkle an awful lot.

'Right now you go. Give us a big push'

'Is she okay to push? Are we 10cm?'

'Very nearly. One big push will get us started' she instructed looking at John to obviously give me the instructions from him.

The best part about that was like she thought I would listen to him.

'Come on then. Give it a big push. You heard her' John said looking me eye to eye.

I hadn't been prepared in the slightest for this kind of intensity.

It had been a long time since I had been in actual labour. And John didn't even go through this with Lucie.

One minute she was pregnant and the next he was handed a baby.

'Bloody hell this hurts' I cried looking at him and slumping way more into him than he would want.

I felt him touching my stomach and running his other hand up my back to make me feel better.

'Shush. Come on. You can do this. You've had plenty of kids. The quicker you get this all over the sooner we can meet him' he said kissing my forehead but my eyebrows crinkled in confusion.

'Him?' I said as the next contraction his and suddenly the encouragement of the fact it was a boy had hit my system and I found the urge to push even more to meet him. 'How?' I groaned as he wiped the sweat from my forehead.

'I peeked earlier when your file was open. Hey? We all thought it was a boy. Now come on. One more push' he said in encouragement and shockingly it did work.

'I didn't. I thought it was a girl' I scoffed.

'You disappointed?' He smirked.

'No. I have my own son' I panted then groaned loudly.

Unfortunately it wasn't just one more push. We all know that isn't how it works.

But John was amazing with me. He was patient and let me squeeze his hand so much it led to some serious bruising but he was there and that's all that mattered.

- - -

A long time later I finally felt that relief I had been waiting for but it was a weird relief as he floated out and was pulled to the surface for air.

I worried for a millisecond as there was silence but as soon as he surfaced there was sound and he started crying as I flopped in exhaustion onto John's chest closing my eyes and listening to the sweet sounds of my little boy crying and gurgling.

'Was it?' I begged in a hum not looking up but felt the need to push again from the need to deliver whatever was left.

'It was' he laughed kissing my forehead and smiling with a tear to his eye as I leaned against his comforting body and had my baby placed in my arms, and felt everything else leave my body.

Who cares about anything else? I was holding my very own baby boy but he was absolutely tiny.

He was the most amazing thing I had seen in a long time but he was so small?

- - -

It took an hour or so to get things together and in motion.

I just watched John holding him snuggled like a burrito until a nurse went to weigh him.

'He is a little munchkin isn't he?' She chuckled handing him back leaving John a raised eyebrow.

'Poppy weighed just under him' John scoffed. 'How can he be so tiny at two weeks overdue almost?'

'How much?' I mumbled exhaustedly.

'6 pounds 5. He's a tiny little thing'

'But he's okay?' I asked having laid right down and closed my eyes. I was extremely uninterested and wanted sleep.