The Bad Boy's Decision

Bonus chapter: The birth (Aidan's P.O.V)

Looking down at my girl all covered in sweat, snot and goodness knows what other bodily fluids and feeling a sense of pride is the strangest, most liberating feeling in the world. We've been married eight months now and I couldn't possibly love her any more as I watch her bravely breathe through contraction after contraction. Our little kicker is prolonging labour and as much as I don't want to admit it, I couldn't dream of possessing the amount of strength she's currently displaying by sailing through it like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"Almost there, Amelia, just a few more pushes and we'll have a head." encourages Mary, our midwife, a lovely woman with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm at times.

She's great at her job but when experiencing severe stomach ache due to an 8lbs human trying to push its way out of you, there's only so much sunshine and rainbows you can take. Even I'm getting frustrated and I'm not the one currently pushing a baby out of my vagina.

"You're doing amazing, darling. Just take a moment if you need to then we can start again. Together, okay?" I suggest, knowing she's terrified more than ever. "I can't wait to meet him." I then tell her, going for a distraction tactic, instead.

She forces her beautiful lips into a half smile and presents me with her hand, signalling for me to hold onto it.

"Together?" she breathes, before straining her entire body to push, giving it all she has.

My god, she's fucking amazing.

Never once does she scream or curse, certainly taking on Hannah's advise of, "don't waste all your energy on shouting to the high heavens" and although clearly exhausted, she never gives up.

"Oh gosh, I know you want a big family, Aidan but I'm not sure I can do this again." she warns, sighing as her entire body sags into a tired heap.

"That's okay, beautiful. You just focus on getting this one out for now." I encourage, lightly caressing her hair as she undergoes yet another push.

"Okay sweetie, the head is out but the shoulders need to come and that's the hardest part. Once that's over with the rest is easy peasy." states Mary, receiving a rather stern glare from Amelia who looks just about ready to punch her.

"Easy peasy, my ass." she mumbles, making me laugh as we silently engage in a 'shut the fuck up, Mary' moment, together.

Following this, she dramatically throws her head back onto the huge pillow and quietly sobs, taking a well deserved break as glistening tears slide down her cheeks. It kills me to see her like this and although it's highly frowned upon, I climb on to the bed with her, positioning her limp body between my arms.

"Look at me, darling." I demand, waiting for her moist eyes to meet mine. "I know you're exhausted and I can only imagine the pain you're in but try to stay with me, ok? We're so close to meeting our baby." I add, wiping away the tears as they continue to flow down her face.

She stares at me for a brief moment before putting her game face on, determined as ever.

"Ok, let's do this." she smiles, slowly sitting herself further up the hospital bed with a look of pure desperation spreading across her glowing features. "Little man, please don't hurt Mommy too much." she begs, before once again, giving it all she's got with an almighty push.