Die For You

The Birth

It was early in the morning, around 4am. Jon woke up and groaned. He could barely move because of the size of his stomach. He was also noticing sharp pinches of pain every now and then while he was lying there. He looked over at Joe, who was snoring softly as he slept deeply. 'Fuck...I have to fucking piss so fucking badly.' He thought to himself. He groaned quietly as he got up off the bed, waddling his way to the bathroom. He sighed as he relieved himself. In the middle of pissing he felt the sharp pain again. “Ow...fuck..” He groaned loudly as he doubled over in pain. Joe heard him and slowly woke up. He saw that Jon wasn't in bed and noticed the bathroom light was on. He could hear Jon groaning. “Jon...baby are you okay?” He asked as he got up off the bed and walked to the bathroom, where he saw Jon doubled over in pain. “Oh my god Jon...what's wrong?”

Jon grunted in pain and said, “Nothing...I'll be fine...I hope...” He slowly stood up as the pain began to disappear. “Carry me to the bed though. I can barely walk. I'm gonna go back to sleep and see if the pain goes away.” Joe picked Jon up and laid him in the bed. “Jon...are you...in labor...?” Joe asked, concerned.

“I'm not sure...I've never felt these kind of pains before. They keep going away and coming back.” He cringed as another wave of pain washed over his body. “Fuck this hurts...”

“Jon...I think you may be in labor. We need to get you to the hospital.” He said as he panicked, getting everything ready. He helped Jon down the stairs and into the car. “Fuck I forgot the car seat!” He said, running back into the house.

Jon winced in pain again. “Goddammit Joe they're getting worse...hurry your fucking ass up!”

Joe threw the car seat into the back seat and rushed into the car, not even bothering to buckle his seat belt. He raced to the hospital, running red lights. They arrive at the hospital and Joe helps Jon get out of the car. Jon grips Joe's hand hard as he doubles over in another contraction. “Fuuuuck Joe I am gonna murder you if you don't make this go faster.”

“I'm going as fast as I can, Jon.” He said as they quickly walked into the emergency room. They tell the nurse what is going on. The nurse tells them, “The doctor will see you shortly.”

Jon growls in pain. “COME ON HURRY THE FUCK UP, OLD WOMAN. MY FUCKING JUNK FEELS LIKE IT'S ABOUT TO RIP IN HALF! DO YOU WANT THAT TO HAPPEN? FUCKING MOVE YOUR FAT ASS!!!”

The nurse rushed to get the doctor, bringing him back to Joe and Jon. “This wasn't supposed to happen. We're gonna have to rush you into an emergency c-section.”

Joe squeezed Jon's hand tightly. “A-an emergency c-section? Will I be able to come back with him?”

“Yes we'll have you get cleaned up and suited up while we get him prepared. Then after we administer the epidural you can come into the OR.”

Joe kissed and hugged Jon tightly. “I'll be back with you soon, love.”

Jon frowned and whimpered, holding onto Joe tightly. “What? No. I don't want you to leave. Don't leave me.”

Joe held onto Jon tightly. “I won't, baby.” He said, kissing Jon's forehead.

The doctor wheeled Jon back to the OR and Joe followed him. He administered the epidural and got everything prepared, putting the curtain up. He makes the incision. “Alright you may feel a bit of pressure and tugging.”

Joe held him tightly, occasionally kissing Jon's forehead. He smiled when he heard Aya crying. “She's here...” He said, peering around the curtain. “And she's beautiful.” He hugged Jon tightly, crying tears of joy. Jon winced in pain a bit but then calmed down as the pain subsided. “Thank God it's over...” He said, sighing in relief as he continued to hold Joe's hand tightly, closing his eyes in exhaustion. They stitched him back up while Joe watched them weigh Aya. “9 pounds 2 ounces, 21 inches long.” The pediatrician noted. She handed Aya to Joe and they finished stitching up Jon, wheeling him to the recovery room, Joe and Aya following closely behind him.