Chapter Fifty-2; Baby Styles ---->

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Regina:

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Regina:

I deeply inhale the gas and air given to me by one of the nurses. Dr. Charles is off phoning my Dad and Quinn, telling them that I've gone into labor.

Harry, after a lot of persuasion, agreed to go and see if the guys are okay. Hopefully, they are. The girls are running the Kingdom until Harry, myself or one of the boys can take over.

I'm yet to have an epidural. I'm waiting for Dr. Charles to confirm the injection. Apparently, I am four centimetres dilated and I need to get to ten centimetres. My contractions are currently every ten minutes apart and I dread every single one.

Just as I'm going through yet another contraction, the door opens. Harry has returned...

"Hey, sweetheart. How're you doing?" He asks me, immediately rushing to my side. I forcefully turn and glare deathly at him.

"F*cking peachy! You!?!" I snap at him and he frowns. The door opens again and Dr. Charles enters.

"I telephoned your Father, and he and your Sister are on their way back." He tells me, moving to check my vitals. Once done, he looks back up at me. "I just need to check how many centimetres dilated you are, my Queen. Is that perfectly acceptable?" He carefully asks and I glare at him, squeezing the sidebars of my bed in pain.

"Just get on with it! You've done it once already! Stop asking and get this baby out of me!" I yell and the two nurses in the room jump slightly at my tone.

To be fair, I'm in a lot of pain, I'm worried about my friends and my baby and my Husband to be even thinking about being nice.

"You're seven centimetres dilated, my Queen. Shouldn't be long now." Dr. Charles says while removing his white latex gloves. I scoff.

"Easy for you to say." I grumble and Harry sighs from beside me, my angry probably being felt by him.

This is going to be a long day...

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Harry:

It breaks my heart to see my Wife in pain. Why is it women that have to suffer through all of these painful things? Periods, childbirth, losing of their virginity... I always remember a quote from a book that I once red;

God created Man first,
because you always
create a draft before a
masterpiece.

I firmly believe that, considering what women go through and still be standing afterwards is astonishing. The Female is the only creature that I know that can bleed for up to two weeks and survive.

"Thank you for doing this amazing thing for me, sweetheart." I tell Regina, gently stroking through her hair. She looks tiredly up at me and smiles.

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