Breathless || Taron Egerton [✔️]

Life Is Not Always Easy

You're sitting on the couch when the pain starts. You'd been having cramps all day, but this time you knew it was about to happen. 

A wet spot appears on your pants and the couch you're sitting on is instantly soaked. Taron walks out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. He's whistling, and then stops dead in his tracks as he sees you struggling to get off of the couch. 

He walks over, helps you up and into your shoes, and starts to grab the keys.

"It's time." you say, gripping on to the door frame for support. You grunt and he walks you down the front porch steps.

As you drive to the hospital (yelling at Taron to go faster while he says, "I can't! Do you want the babies or a speeding ticket?"), you grunt and move around in the backseat. He's bee-lining it through the traffic safely.

"It seems like just yesterday we were-" you cut him off.

"Shut up, Taron!"

"Okay. I'm sorry, baby." he apologizes. 

When he finally pulls up to the hospital, he tells you to wait in the car while he gets someone to help you out. As soon as he's in the doors, you're getting out of the car and crab-walking towards the building. Taron runs out with two other people, one of them pushing a wheelchair. Sunlight glints off of the metal, making you flinch and squint your eyes. You almost trip over a rock.

"Ms. Y/L/N, please sit here." one of them says, helping you into the chair.

"I told you to wait in the car." Taron says, running after the nurses while they wheel you around sharp corners like NASCAR drivers.

"Listen, Taron, I am an independent woman about to give birth. If you keep telling me what to do, I'm going to make you give birth." you threaten him.

"Okay, okay." he says.

As soon as they get you into a room and into the hospital dress that shows your bum out the end, more doctors come in.

"How long have you been in labor?" the OBGYN asks you.

"About less than an hour." you say, breathing hard. The pain has almost subdued your body.

"Doctor, we think it's ready to come out." one of the nurses says from beside you. Gizmos, gadgets, and wires are everywhere and you begin to think they're going to probe you.

"That's one of the shortest labor times this hospital has seen in about fifteen years. Okay, let's get this thing out."

"Push. McElroy, come hold this leg. Orville, get this one." he says. You push hard, and you can feel something moving inside, struggling to reach the outside world.

Taron stands in the corner, sweating up a storm and cracking his knuckles.

You scream and push more. Breathing, you close your eyes and tilt your head back. 

"You're doing good, Ms. Y/L/N." another nurse says. It's Orville this time.

"Yeah, thanks." you moan. The pain isn't as bad as you thought it would be. It's mostly just annoying. You grunt and groan some more, and then you feel something pop out. 

"The head! Get the head! Is it breathing?"

"I don't know. Hurry and get a defibrillator in case it isn't. This might not be good. We need the other one."

The rest of something comes out, and you finally hear crying. Taron grabs a trashcan and retches into it. The other baby starts coming out and you push some more, but the doctors have it in control.

"Give me my baby." you demand, looking at the little thing in their hands.

They hand the fragile porcelain babe to you, and you stare at it. It's beautiful. A full head of dark-brown hair and tiny, pink hands are what catch your eye first. As they pull the other baby out, you hug that one too. They instantly stop crying as soon as you hug them to your chest.

"I love them so much." you whisper. The corners of their mouths lift up and some doctors go to grab towels to clean them.

"We need to take your babies now." someone says. You don't look up at their face to see who it is.

"Wait. What's wrong with them? What's wrong with my babies?" you ask quickly, staring holes through their heads.

"We need to clean them, ma'am, and get them ready to take home."

The babies that were once rhythmically moving on your chest in unison are now still. Tears spill down your cheeks like little waterfalls. The little pink forms of life you held in your arms are beginning to turn... less pink. Taron rushes over to look at them. Before he can see them, though, two nurses rush away with them into the hallway and into another room. Taron is crying now, too.

"Taron... What's wrong with them? Why were they not moving?" you ask. A nurse stands by your bed, and both of them look down at the ground. You're too afraid to admit what happened, so your brain keeps feeding you lies.

"Why are my babies being rushed away into some other room where GOD knows what they are doing with them? Why!" you yell, and this time the tears are like a full Category 5 hurricane. They stain your gown and your hair is matted together by wetness. A tear slips down Taron's cheek onto the floor. The sheets on the bed are now a dark-blue, like the raindrops of the storm. When the nurse grabs your hand to comfort you, you can't feel any emotion. Every single drop of love, hate, comfort, simplicity, happiness, sadness, and embarrassment are gone, washed away by the tears. 

Your brain finally accepts the truth.