Make Me Forget✔

F I F T Y T H R E E

Song of the Chapter: All Of Me- John Legend

Anastasia's POV_

"Ma'am, you need to work with us. Just one more push." Screaming was the only thing filling the room, the pain striking like thunder in my lower abdomen was beggining to spread all through me.

And when I say pain, I mean the kind of pain that makes you want to give up, shatter down in place, and zone out into another world... a world where the pain you're feeling isn't desirable.

The only person making a sound was me. Everyone else was pretty much quiet.

Or maybe it's just the fact that my groans and shouts were so loud, that I really couldn't hear anyone else's words.

But I'm not the one to blame for any of this, I'm simply experiencing a pain I've never felt before. A pain so much greater than my body can take; almost as hard as a girl's first menstrual period... multiplied by a million.

But the difference here is, it was coming in waves. High, wrecking waves that allowed me to drown beneath each and every one of them, my inside tingling slowly, then scrambling hardly, I swear I could see my own death right in front of my eyes.

It wasn't constant pain, but I assure you, the every quick second I had to go through felt like years.

"I can't!" I cried out, my lungs letting the rest of my body down, not being able to catch the breaths I needed to carry on going.

The pain was so much more intense than I've been told, I'm honestly starting to doubt my own life decisions just when my lower back started to seize up, the organs inside of me twisting to turn my body into a war zone with rivers of tears rolling down my face.

"Yes you can, baby. You got this, come on." Conor was the one to step into the hospital room with me after true labour was confirmed, just to make sure he stays with me through this painful scenario, leaving Jack somewhere out in the hallway.

His hand squeezed mine a little bit harder when he realised that I'm definitely depending on him as my strength through what could definitely be the worst time of my life so far.

I've been in this hospital room for around half an hour, sorrowfully trying to abide by the doctor's orders, and attempting to get through this somehow.

But they don't know how I feel, they're literally all around me; but non of them is in my position.

I pushed once more, just when I was able to regain my breath for a short while, a pure feeling of being stabbed straight in the stomach is the only thing I could feel through this whole process.

I can already feel my body failing to comprehend all this unbearable misery, and I'm sure everyone around me is feeling so too.

Conor's hand passed across my face, wiping my tears, and my forming sweat, as he tried his best to support me and keep me strong.

Honestly, I'm safe to say his words and presence are the only thing getting me through this.

"Come on love, just imagine how beautiful our baby would be. I can not wait for our family to grow, Anastasia. You are my family, my everything. Come on baby, just one more." Both of his hands were holding mine tighter as he spoke.

Every second passing by was like my hips are being torn apart, and if I could tell you exactly how I feel, I would say that every single organ inside of me was being tugged out, squeezed and pulled... the lower part of me was out of strength by now, and the baby still hasn't came out yet.

"You need to push harder! You're already almost there!" The doctor spoke, my sobs were fairly audible by now because believe me, I know I've ran out of energy to even think about following his orders.

"You know I would never want anybody else in the world to be the mother of my children, Annie. I'm just so happy you chose me, and you know I will always choose you. For the sake of our beautiful baby, you need to listen to the doctor." The skin of my hand was getting softer with all the kisses Conor has been leaving over it ever since we entered this room, his little encouragement speech was enough to keep me going.

I took my final breath in... a huge inhale of air, gathering the entire power left in me to exert one more push, one that made my jaw hurt after all the grinding and pressure my sets of teeth were applying on one another.

And that's when I heard it.

Crying fulfilled the silence around, after my head fell back on the pillow, my body completely collapsed with exhaustion.

But this time, it wasn't my loud sobs, or my internal crying.

"A girl! It's a girl!" One of the nurses announced before the doctor could, Conor's lips showering both of my cheeks with kisses.

A smile formed on my lips when I opened my eyes to look at my child in the nurse's hands, Conor rushing  after her to go see our baby, while another nurse walked towards me, injecting a couple of needles in my arm.

"God, she's so precious!" Conor watched the baby girl from a distance, looking back at me with a pleased, soft-hearted smile, his eyes wide with happiness and pride, which made me even more eager to see her than I already am.

"Would you like to see her before we get her cleaned up?" The nurse smiled sweetly back at me, and even though I could feel my eyes uncontrollably shutting from exhaustion, and my body fading out because of the sudden relaxation I feel after all the pain, I still wanted to see my baby girl, of course.

I gave her a worn out, yet advocated nod, watching her as she placed the baby's little body over my chest, while Conor came to stand next to both of us, kneeling down with his eyes stuck on the pure little girl.

She actually really is precious; she's the most precious baby I have ever seen.

"I love you." Conor spoke, finally locking his eyes with mine, my eyes tearing up again when I saw tears sparkling in his eyes too. "Both of you." He added, my hand resting on his cheek when I saw real tears escaping his eyes eventually.

"We love you too." I failed at holding back my tears when I saw his happy ones.

"So, what are you going to name the little angel?" The nurse took my baby from between my arms, turning our attention to her instead.

Is it just me, or are those nurses just really lovely?

"Well, not Quasi, that's for sure." Conor joked as an attempt to hide his tears, his palms passing over his puffy eyes as he stood up, getting me to laugh even though I'm pretty sure my body isn't alive enough to exert any more power.

I feel soaked out of energy, and I might lose my consciousness soon, but he still managed to earn a laugh out of me.

"Haven." I answered. "Her name's Haven." I added, my eyes shutting slowly and unintentionally as I felt relief and calmness take over my veins.

"Our little Haven." Conor added to my words, his lips tugging down on mine, making me smile warmly when he pecked my lips.

The medications must be drugging me out for some rest, or maybe it's just the tiring experience I went through. Either way, it's working, and I'm slowly falling into sleep.

"Sir, I'm sure the mother needs some rest now." Conor was asked to exit the room by now, leaving me in place to get the rest I surely need.

It was worth it, believe me. All this pain was so damn worth it.