Secret Rendezvous

Make You Feel My Love

December 20, 1976

Brian
Freddie was five days overdue and I was thankful that he suggested sex to induce labour. We went on and on for five straight days, fucking until we were basically passing out on top of each other, but he woke up that morning telling with a groan and a hit to the arm, telling me that it was time to start timing. He had been having on and off contractions around two in the morning, but at half past five he said that it was coming in consistent half-hour increments.

"Do you want me to call Jane?" I asked, quietly, rubbing Freddie's back while he squatted against the edge of the bed.

"Yes, please call Jane." He groaned, softly, while he rocked from side to side. "Just tell her that they're half an hour apart and getting stronger, but my water hasn't broken." He spoke into the duvet and I nodded, taking the phone from the bedside table and sitting behind him, gently rubbing the small of his back with one hand while I dialled with the other.

"Hello?" Jane answered, kind of groggily- I didn't blame her for sounding like that, it was barely six in the morning and I didn't want to be awake either.

"Hi, Jane, it's Brian. Freddie... Freddie said it's time, the contractions are..." I trailed off and he mouthed 'half an hour', "half an hour apart, but his water hasn't broken yet and he said he's uncomfortable." I explained and I listened to the rustling in the background- I assumed it was because she was sitting up in bed.

"I can be there right away, okay? Both of you need to take slow, deep breaths, because it sounds like you're panicking and that'll be bad for Faria while she makes her way into the world. She'll be able to sense your stress, and it'll make it difficult for her to come." She explained and I nodded, slowly. "Just keep him comfortable, and unlock the door for me." She hummed, then I got up and I went to unlock the front door.

"We'll see you soon." I smiled a bit, then we both said our goodbyes and I hung up. "Freddie, love, where would you be most comfortable right now? Jane said we need to make you as comfortable as possible until she can come and help." I went back to the room and I knelt next to him.

"I kind of want to shower. I read that it helps with muscle relaxation." He looked over and I nodded, helping him out of the squat and holding him close while we slowly made our way to my bathroom. "It's funny, we've been waiting so- ngh, fuck!" He closed his eyes tightly and he squeezed my arm, his entire body shaking with the contraction.

I rubbed his back and squeezed his hand in attempt to make him feel a little better. I felt utterly useless, but I didn't know how else to help him- I wanted to take all of the pain away, but there was no way and all I had to do was just sit there and hold his hand through his contractions.

"Anyways, now that that's out of the way." He shook his head and sighed, softly. "I think it's funny how we've been waiting so long to meet her, but now I'm almost hoping she stays in for a little while longer." He murmured while we finished our walk to the bathroom.

"Why do you want her inside?" I asked, stripping him out of his pyjamas and starting the warm water for him.

"Because I'm afraid." He admitted, softly, while tugging at the hem of my shirt, like he was telling me to get undressed.

I followed his instructions and I got undressed, then we both got into the shower. I positioned him under the steady stream of hot water, then I wrapped my arms around him and I pulled him close, then he buried his head in the crook of my neck and he groaned, softly, while we rocked from side to side.

"Why are you afraid?" I asked, quietly, while I rubbed his back.

"I hated my papa when I was younger, and I don't want Faria to hate me. I don't want her to feel like-" he stopped to breathe for a moment, "I don't want her to feel like I don't believe in her dreams. I just didn't think that my papa believed in me, I want her to know that I am completely invested in all of her passions." He spoke into my neck and I nodded before kissing the top of his head.