Princess Die ( A Lady Gaga Fan Fiction)

13. Silks Made For Egyptian Queens

Mini Chapter! With major cliff hanger! Yes, I'm cruel;) lol Enjoy! xoxo  

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13.

Lady Gaga's *POV*: 

I'm 8 months along now. I will admit it hasn't been very glamorous, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I can feel the baby growing inside of me and bursting with life. I don't know what the gender is yet....I don't want to know. I made it very clear at all of my ultrasounds that I wished it to remain a secret. I'll just buy all the things for it when it's born; I just really want it to be a surprise. Tara has been my saving grace though it all; god, I love her so much. After this baby is born, I think I will be ready to take our relationship to the next level. 

Even though this pregnancy has been a blessing, it comes with its curses as well. My feet swelling and preventing me from wear my high heels has been the biggest one so far. What's a girl without her stilettos, after all? And then all of the orders not to do hardly anything. I've been told countless times to "Stay off my feet", but I just cant help it sometimes; I go a bit stir crazy if I just sit around all day. However, today I was feeling a bit dizzy and actually agreed with the doctors nagging and was resting in bed. I didn't mind very much though. Tara was at my side doing her very best to entertain me; it was so cute. We were scrolling through Twitter and LM.com looking at all the Little Monsters posts about "Baby Gaga"; in this moment I was so happy.

Tara's *POV*: 

I found myself just staring at Gaga as she scrolled through her Twitter feed, smiling. She was so beautiful I could not help myself from getting lost in her presence. 

"Have you thought about names yet?" I ask as I notice the crazy suggestion that the fans had been posting.

"Yes," she replied, grinning,  "Joanne Taylor if it's a girl or Taylor Joe if it's a boy." I understood the namesakes immediately and smiled. But my smile quickly faded when I saw expressions of pain crease Gaga's brow.

"Honey, what's wrong?" I ask hurriedly when she starts panting and puts a hand over her abdomen, lips curling up in an agonizing grimace.

She tries to say something but her words suddenly give way to a painful cry as she sits up and leans her head back against the headboard.

"Baby--coming!" she finally managed to exhale through gritted teeth.

For a moment I froze in shock and terror, it was too early, this couldn't be happening! I was snapped back too reality when Gaga cried out again, this times tears beginning to stream from the corners of her eyes. I panic and fumble around for my phone, to call the hospital. Frustrated tears begin to spill from my own eyes as Gaga seizes my arm in her agony and cries out again while I try to locate my phone.

"Tara!" she cries.

I use one hand to hold her hand and the other to dump out my purse spreading its contents all across the floor to find my phone. I finally find it and quickly dial the number of the hospital and scoot closer to Gaga's bedside resting her head on my shoulder, whispering calming things to her to reassure her everything was alright. She let out another terrifying wail, arching her back against the bed for a moment before falling against the pillows sweating and quivering and crying, teeth still gritted in agony.  It seems like ages before someone finally picks up the phone at the hospital, and a few rings later someone finally answers.

I was nearly incoherent with fear and confusion but did my best to convey the situation to the receptionist, "Hello? This is Tara Savelo I -we," I begin sobbing a little again as Gaga squeezes my hand in an iron grip and cries out my name again. "I have a woman in labor and we need an ambulance, she has gone into labor early and-" Gaga broke off my sentence with another scream, "Please hurry!" I exclaim. I loll my hadback and stare at the ceiling take a deep breath in and out before I turn my eyes back too Gaga and when I did my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach...a sickeningly, deep red had begun gushing across her Egyptian Silk sheets.

To Be Continued! xoxo