Broken Laws of Attraction

Prologue

'Lucky is the woman whose first child is a daughter.'

-Prophet Muhammad

London lights blur in front of her eyes as her body jerks forward from the harsh turn the bus she stood on takes, her prime instinct is to instantly protect her stomach. People around gawk at her, she knew it isn't because she is so visibly pregnant, it is the fact that no man is next to her. No man to protect her child when she jerks forward because of a reckless driver. No man to request someone to give up their seat so she could be comfortable. 

But her head is turned away as she stares into the abyss of the cold dark city of London. Suddenly a surge of pain ripples through her body, she doubles forward moaning uncontrollably as she feels a liquid trickeling down her legs. Her hands twisted tighter around the pole she is holding on to. A cold wet feeling ran down her legs visible to everyone around her. Things around no longer mattered she has already blocked the voices and now she is squinting in pain

Her hands gradually loosen around the pole,  slowly she let go about to hit the floor when a man picks her up and places on one of the seats. He starts to shout something to the driver but she couldn't tell exactly what. 

All she could think of is her child. The only thing that kept her alive. The only person who she could call family.

Another surge of pain ripples through her body like waves. Now she is screaming. The man's voice is getting more urgent and adamant. A petite brunette appears in front of her, taking her hand and saying she would be okay she just has to breathe. Her breathing somewhat came back to normal, she opens her eyes to people calling the ambulance and to some whispering "Where is her husband?"

"Where's the father of her child?"

She almost wants to roll her eyes at those comments. But the pain came back and even worse than before. 

"Can you tell me your name?" The brunette spoke, the woman's American accent got her attention. 

"K-" Before she could finish that sentence she lurches forward as the bus came to a screeching halt. Two medics rush in and grab her body and place her on the stretcher rushing her to the Hospital. 

The brunette stops one of the medics, "She will be okay right?" The medics give her a weak smile and nods before pushing the stretcher away. The brunette could not bear the thought of going through labour alone, she pulled her husband aside, who helped her get the young woman onto the seat. 

"I want to wait." she begs, "I don't want to leave the woman alone." 

Her husband cups her face, "Of course, we're not leaving that woman until she is better." He pulled her into a hug. The brunette's heart is warmed by her husband's actions and that he understood her so well. She nuzzles her head in his neck smiling.

*~*~*~*~*

The nurse next to her pushing the stretcher spoke, "Early 20's woman. In labour clearly. A lot of blood loss. Get her details quickly!" She screams at one of the surgical residents at the hospital. She is rushed into the maternity unit. The midwife is called immediately and she starts to check her pulse, temperature and blood pressure. The midwife quickly opens her shirt to check the woman's abdomen and listens to the baby's heartbeat. 

Healthy.

They change the women into the surgical robes and once again rush her to the delivery rooms. They check her cervix, to see how much it has opened and how far she has progressed into her labour.