The Surrogate [ H.S.]

chapter 15

*Elena's POV*

"Go to sleep Elena. While you can," Harry says to me.

"Oh, I suppose," I say back.

I lay back on the bed and turn on my left side. Facing towards Harry.

"Hold my hand!?" I ask him.

"Sure," Harry happily replies.

"Harry, I'm so scared," I tell him.

"Go to sleep, and we'll talk about this when you wake,".

Tears roll down my cheeks. Harry strokes my hair and holds my hand.

"I love you so much, but you need to sleep sweetheart," Harry whispers.

I gently close my eyes and begin to drift of.

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I immediately wake up in shock. I look at Harry.

"How long was I out!?" I ask him.

"About half an hour," Harry shrugs.

"Oh god. It felt like hours,".

I'm so drowsy. The Midwife walks into the room.

"How are you feeling!?" She asks me.

"I'm drowsy," I say.

"Feeling any pain!? On the scale of 1-10, 10 being the worst, wheres the pain at!?" she says.

I take a minute to think.

"7," I say back.

"7!? That's not too bad. Let me just check you real quick," she says.

She sticks her hand under the blanket. I hold Harry's hand.

I clench my jaw.

Ouch!

I'm so sick of hands up my privates.

"You're only about 2 ½" the Midwife says.

"Oh. Thank you," I say back. That's fairly disappointing. I thought I'd be further along. Well, I have only been here for 3 hours.

Nope, thats no excuse. Come on cervix! Open up so I can push this kid out!

"Who do you want in the room with you!?" The Midwife asks.

"Um, I want Harry, Louis and Jane," I say.

I don't want it to be crowded. I don't want my parents to be here. They didn't exactly support the decision of me carrying this baby. But, it was my decision. I'm old enough to make my own decisions. They're going to have to get over it. I want Jay in the room too. Considering she's a nurse,

I'd rather her record the birth, than Jane or Louis. Watching my vagina tear open.

Eh! Uneasy feeling that is.

I refuse to have a C-Section.

Nope. Not happening.

Jay walks into the Labour and Delivery room, where I am obviously.

"My babies!" she says.

She went over to hug my first.

"How are you feeling precious!?" she asks.

Jay has always been like a second mum to me.

"I'm a little drowsy, and nauseous," I admit.

"That's completely natural hun. I brought you some flowers too, Elena," Jay says.