A Falice Story

38. The Name Game

"WE ARE NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN!"

FP's eyes grow wide and he looks to Dr. Carter, "That's normal right? She's supposed to say that, right?"

Dr. Carter stifles a chuckle, "Yeah, I can't tell you how many times I've heard that one before..."

I'm so close to 10 centimeters and all I want to do is push, it hurts like absolute hell. 

"I need to push!" I pant.

"I know you feel the need to, but we gotta give it another couple minutes, okay?"

I let my head fall back against the pillows and FP kisses my forehead, "You're so close, Al!"

"I can't believe you did this to me..." I seethe with anger.

"Honey, I know--and once again, I am sorry. But, think about how happy we're going to be when she gets here?" he answers, trying his best to keep my hormonal state of mind at a dull roar.

Attempting to think rationally has gone out the window at this point in time. I don't care what he has to say--my brain is telling me he's the reason I'm experiencing this excruciating pain (which is technically half true). 

"I want to push--I need to push," I say again, hoping Dr. Carter will allow me to. 

He looks up at me and smiles, "Alright. Let's do it." 

I freeze up when he says that, "Wait--really? Oh, God--I'm not ready. I can't do this--I can't do it..." I rattle off, completely changing my mind. 

"Come on, babe. You can do it. I know I'm the last person you probably want to see right now, but honey--I love you, and I'm so proud of you," FP says, getting a better grip on my hand.

I blink back tears and smile up at him, "Oh, FP--I'm sorry for everything I said. I need you. I can't do this without you," I cry.

FP pecks a gentle kiss to my lips and Dr. Carter shows him how he should hold my leg. He follows suit, and I take his free hand in mine, "Alright, I'm ready," I say nervously.

"Okay, so you're going to push for 10 counts, take a little rest and then get right back at it," Dr. Carter instructs.

I nod, taking a deep breath. 

"Alright, let's have a baby. One, two, three, four--"

"Ouuuuch--shit, shit!" I yell. 

"You're doing it, babe!" FP encourages, giving me a better grip on his hand.

"Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."

I let out a huge sigh, and FP wipes away the sweat that had collected on my forehead. 

"Good job, Alice! That was perfect. Let's get right back at it."

After several minutes go by, Dr. Carter looks to FP with a smile, "She's crowning. If you want to see you can."

He agrees, tilting his head away from me, "Whoa!"  he exclaims, not entirely prepared to see everything that was happening down there.

FP turns his attention back to me, "Babe, her head is out! You're so close! She's got the cutest little top of the head ever!" he declares, unable to wipe the smile off of his face. 

I'm able to laugh at that--which was a nice change of energy. I get back to pushing, but the shoulders are coming next, and that is the absolute worst part. 

"FP--ow, ow--shit--owwww," I cry, squeezing his hand even tighter. "I can't do this--I can't keep pushing," I whine.

"Al, look at me. Yes you can. You're so close, baby. Just a few more pushes!" he says, tears of joy already starting to form in his eyes.