I Could Die For You (Editing In Progress)

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I was swimming in a murkiness of warm dreams. Dreams of Anthony and I laying in a meadow and a soft rain falling on the two of us, with the full belly that was now popping with nine months of life bundled safely inside. These lasted for quite some time, nothing I had a problem with. Then, I felt the slightest ping of pain. It woke me slightly, but with my eyes closed, I rolled over blowing off the slight discomfort. A few minutes passed and then it came again, slightly stronger. I moaned and rolled again. It'll go away.

When it came again, even stronger than the last time, I sat up in bed, eyes wide. I rubbed my stomach, thinking of the baby immediately. Was this..? I shook Anthony's shoulders, silencing his peaceful snores.

"Anthony.. Anthony something's wrong with the baby."

He rolled over suddenly, still half-asleep. "What?!"

"It hurts." I said, bringing my eyes down to my stomach.

He put a hand over the skin and rubbed it gently in a circular motion, thinking.

Another swing of pain came in, this time a full slam. I groaned in discomfort, a loud, "ahhhnrg." Anthony looked up, and without saying anything, reached for my vagina, slipping his fingers underneath the cotton underwear only slightly. His face cringed slightly, and he pulled his hand back out. Even in the darkness of our room I could see it was covered in a wetness.

"Is that..?" I asked, crouching slightly with pain.

"Your water broke, Lilly. We have to go to the hospital. I'll get the bag with your stuff, go wait by the door."

My mind was forced into action, working faster than before, knowing exactly what to do. With slow and relaxed movements, I slid from the bed into pajama pants and threw on a jacket that laid on the chair by our bed. Anthony got dressed quickly too, and then went into the baby's room where he grabbed the duffel bag we had prepared with our needs in case this happened.

I began to walk to the stairs when Tony came back. His hair was pulled up high into a ponytail, and his face looked tight with anticipation. "Come on baby, be careful." He whispered as he wrapped his arm around my waist, supporting me.

My contractions kept coming- stronger and stronger. When we reached our SUV parked in the driveway, I was screaming.

"Anthony... Anthony, it hurts!" I said hoarsely.

He gripped my hand and spun out of our long driveway, "I know baby, the hospital isn't far."

It seemed like it was days away, but when we made it, Anthony sprinted into the hospital for a nurse. I waited in the car, gripping the cushioned seats and door handle, taking deep breaths. The pain I was experiencing was beyond anything I had imagined. It wasn't anything like cramps, but in ways it was. I could've sworn I was being knifed all over.