Wilmer Valderrma's Daughter

Ch. 22

Demi's pov

It's now 10 pm and I'm only at 6 cm dilated at this point. Obviously since it's taken this long to get to 6 cm, I won't be using the epidural now only to have it wear off soon. With my luck it'll wear off the second I hit 9 cm. So I'm just forced to endure the pain. The extreme pain.

"How long have you been in labor for Demi?" My mom asks.

I'm unable to answer the question as a huge wave of pain comes over me, "Her water broke today, but she's been in pain for a couple days on and off. We thought they were just Braxton Hicks but I think it was the first stage of labor." Wilmer responds for me.

"You didn't time them?" Marilyn asks.

"They weren't intense enough for Demi to worry about. She said they were more uncomfortable than anything else." Wilmer responds.

I open my eyes when the contraction ends and I take a deep breath and Wilmer kisses the top of my head, "You're doing amazing hermosa." He says.

I slowly sit up in the bed and put one arm on the railing and put my head on it. Wilmer stokes my hand with his thumb as he holds it gently. My back is just starting to ache from laying so still and tense for so many hours.

I feel a head against mine and I lift mine slightly to see Wilmer, "You're so strong." He whispers.

"It hurts so bad." I whisper as a few tears fall.

He places a kiss on the top of my head before his thumb wipes away my tears. I can see sorrow in his eyes, "I'm sorry Dems, I wish I could do it for you. If I could, I would in a heart beat. You're doing great and I'm so proud of you." He says softly.

"I want them out." I say as the tears really begin to flow.

"I know, I know you do. I want your pain to end just as much as you. I wish it'd progress faster so we could get to the end of it all because I know that's what you want." He says.

Small whimpers escape my mouth as I feel an all new level of pain hit me, "Do you want to try a bath?" He asks.

I give the smallest nod, "Alright when it ends then we'll do that." He says and I nod.

To me, the contraction feels as if it's going on for hours, but once it ends, I let go of Wilmers hand and take off the thing around my stomach monitoring the baby.

"Going to see if a bath helps?" My mom asks.

"Mhmm." I say as I get out of the bed.

Wilmer holds my hand and wraps an arm around me and helps walk me to the bathroom. Once I get in there I lean against the sink and hold onto it tight. Wilmer, bless him, tries to be right there for me but I snap, "Water. Just get the water running if you want to help."

He doesn't make a remark back, just does as I ask and wait out the contraction before I strip out of the hospital gown. I slowly walk to the bathtub and Wilmer helps me into it.

"I'm sorry." I apologize.

"Demi, your in pain. A lot of pain. It's fine." He says softly.

I put my head on the side of the bathtub and hold his hand yet again to squeeze when the pain hits me.

"Wilmer?" I ask.

"Hmm?" He asks putting my hair behind my ear.

"How are we going to handle our son?" I ask quietly.

"Well, how do you want to handle it hermosa? We're going to see him today as well as our little girl. We're obviously going to bury him, but I think we should maybe create a little spot in the backyard for him. Maybe put a bench in the back yard with a stone with his name on it. That way we'll always sort of have him in the family and always remember him." He suggests.