"Ooo," Jessica moaned out as she was woken up from a cramp in her side. It died down as she turned to get more comfortable just for another one to hit a few minutes later.
She sat up in her bed realizing that she wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep as quick as she wanted to. She grabbed her phone as her other hand went to her side where another sharp pain set in.
"Shit," she let out lowly as she looked at the time seeing a text from the girl, Marcy she met up with earlier. She smiled as Marcy texted her and said she enjoyed lunch with her and thanked her for being willing to be a friend, just like Jess she was new to the area but due to her husband getting a better paying job in the area.
They had met at Friday's, Jessica wasn't going to do any private outing with someone she had yet to meet. They had to meet in public in case there was anything shady. She sent her a quick text back, knowing it was late as her cramps died down for a few minutes.
She locked her phone thinking she could lay down again, but just as she did another shot through. This one worse than the others. Contractions. She thought as she realized she now needed to time them. If they became less than five minutes apart she knew she needed to call her midwife.
Jessica became slightly nervous as she thought about possibly about to give birth she was scared. She picked her phone back up to call Mateo, but seeing that it was two in the morning she decided against it until a few minutes later another one shot through. Seven minutes. She repeated to herself. She quickly phoned Mateo.
He didn't answer as the phone rang and rang. She hung up and called her midwife seeing as how she was so close to her contractions being five minutes apart. The midwife answered asking if everything was okay as Jessica explained what was going on. The midwife quickly let her know she was on her way since Jess planned on a home birth.
Once Jess got off the phone with her she phoned Mateo again, this time he answered groggily. "I think he's coming." She let out as another contraction shot through that caused her to scream out in pain. "I don't know if I can do this." She cried out as Mateo quickly woke up and sat up in his bed. "Shit," he panicked as he got up out the bed. "I'm going to call my mom and try to get the next flight out. You got this Jess, I promise. You can do it. I'll call you back."
He quickly got off the phone as he called his mother who answered quickly. He told her what Jess told him as she quickly got up and threw on some clothes to head to Jessica's.
Meanwhile Jessica was now up trying to do some of the stretches they told her to help with the pain, but no one told her it was this bad when they hit. She heard a knock at her door, she slowly started making her way down she felt like she had to pee more and more with each step. She opened the door with the contractions settling down as the midwife stood at the door. Jessica smiled at her.
"Has your water broke yet?" She questioned. Jessica shook her head no as she headed to the bathroom as soon as she sat on the toilet it felt like a huge gush if water. "I think it just broke." She yelled out.
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Jessica had been laboring for hours and she wasn't sure how much more of the pain she could take. Mateo was able to get a 5am flight and had been calling to check every hour. He was just praying his son would hold off until he got there, and luckily he did.
Mateo walked into Jessica's as he saw her on a exercise ball. She had only a bra and some panties on as she looked like she was in pain. She opened her eyes as she caught eye contact with him. She smiled automatically making him return it as he rushed over to her. He stood between her as he pushed her hair back and placed a kiss on her forehead. "You got this," he whispered.
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Bonds Built (Completed)
General FictionJessica Brown is a twenty-five year old surgical technician, newly heartbroken and dragged out to get out of her feelings. In the mist she meets Major League Baseball player, Mateo Santos. The two find themselves in a situation they never imagined b...