Through thick and thin; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Thirty-eight

Jess's P.O.V

Rubbing my hands across my bump do I sigh, the muscles in my stomach rock hard as yet another pain hit me.

I'd woken up with light cramps, nothing abnormal in the later stages of pregnancy yet it had quickly felt as if it was getting worse, not that I was worried about it, no I hadn't even told Conor about it and he'd happily left the house earlier this morning to meet up with some of the boys for lunch.

I grit my teeth through the next contraction, my hands gripping hard at the rim of the sink as I try to bounce it off. The pain only getting more intense as I think about it.

Maybe I should call Conor, just to give him a heads-up that things might've started earlier than we privously thought it would yet not wanting to ruin his lunch do I push that thought to the back of my mind, straighting my back to leave the bathroom.

Although I don't come far until I have to stop, sinking down to the floor outside our bedroom. This was way more intense than I'd imagined it to be.

Pushing through the pain do I pull myself up to grab my phone from the bedside table, dialling Conor's phone.

"You've reached the voicemail service for Conor Maynard, please record your message after the beep and I'll call back as soon as possible, thank you"

Closing my eyes do I take a deep breath, the panic slowly taking over my body. Why couldn't he answer in the times where I needed him the most?

Next I try Joe, knowing he usually was good at answering his phone.

"Jack can you shut up please, I can't hear what she's trying to say"

I breathe out a breath of relief as Joe's voice reach my ear.

"Sorry J, your dear brother in law isn't the most respectful chap in the group. What can I do for you my love?"

Clenching my fist hard do I go against the agonising pain.

"You.... You got Conor there?"

"Eh, yeah. Conor!" I can hear Joe's scream echoing in the background."What's up by the way, You alright?"

Biting my bottom lip do I let yet another wave of pain pass by me before Conor's comforting voice fill my ears.

"Hey babe, You alright?"

"I.... I think I might be in labour Conor"

He goes quiet on the other side, shuffling being heard as he presumably walk out from the crowded room.

"You think you're what, in labour, baby I'm in London for fucksake"

Facepalming do I feel the tears building up in my eyes, I was all alone and about to deliver a baby.

"It hurts Conor, please come back home"

"Calm down baby, I'm on my way, okay but it'll take some time I'm afraid"

I feel the panic building up again, my heart beating fast in my chest as I hear Conor closing his car door.

"I'm gonna stay on the phone with you and you're going to tell me exactly what's going on, okay?"

He sound so calm even though I know he's absolutely shitting it on the other side.

Feeling the pain ease a bit do I attempt to stand back up, supporting myself with the wall as I walk back and forth in the corridor knowing it usually help to move around.

"I'm scared Conor"

I grab the banister, clenching the dark wood as hard as I can, my hand white from the action.