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forty-one

a/n- I know nothing about labour bc I'm stupid so excuse any mistakes.

"Ow, fuck. I genuinely can't... I can't move." I howl loudly in pain, clutching my belly.

"Alright, look, I'll help you get up, and walk babe. We just have to get to the elevator and then we can get you a wheelchair. Just try for me?" Blake speaks to me softly, rubbing my back.

"I'll try but I can't promise that I can do shit." I groan, wanting to rip my hair out from all the pain I'm in.

"Alright, take it easy, and take your time." Blake says and slips his right arm under my arms, carefully pulling me up.

I try my best to actually push myself up and out of the car because I'm too heavy now for Blake to be handling on his own.

"I got this, I got this." I whisper, grabbing the door to support myself.

I let out a deep breath as Blake shuts the door.

"Wait here, with your mum, I'm gonna get a wheelchair." Blake tells me and runs off to the the elevator where there's a bunch of wheelchairs.

He brings one to me and I sit down on it, feeling little relief.

"Alright, just take deep breaths, take diaphragmatic breaths." Blake mutters while wheeling me to the lift.

"How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate on taking stupid fucking diaphragmatic breaths when a child is about to come out of my vagina?!" I snap.

Blake's eyes widen.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm so stupid. Just relax- I mean don't relax, I mean.. I mean I don't know, we're here!" He announces when we reach the floor we were meant to be going on.

A nurse sees my condition and immediately tells Blake to follow her.

He wheels me along behind her, until we reach the room that I'll be giving birth, aka pushing a baby out of my vag in.

"Alright, we need you to get onto the bed and then we can hook you up to a drip. After that, we wait until you're fully dilated and ready to give birth. We do know that this is going to be a premature child, so we require the child to stay at the hospital for a further two months, the period of time it would have been in the womb-"

"Shut up, God! I just want this kid out of me." I sob, pain running through what feels like every bit of me.

Blake and my mum help me onto the bed, which takes a while.

Then we wait until I'm ready, me screaming every now and then from my contractions.

After they're only a few minutes apart, the midwife says that I'm ready and I say that I'm not.

"Alright, I'm gonna count down from three and you're gonna push, sound okay?" The midwife asks me.

"No!" I snap, my grip on the edges of the bed tightening, my knuckles turning white.

"Baby, look at me." Blake intervenes.

I inhale and look at him tearfully.

"I'm right here, just pay attention to me." Blake says softly, caressing my cheek.

"Yeah." I nod weakly.