Miss You Already - SwanQueen

Part 22

~Regina PoV~

After a very good week, Emma and I against the whole world, I finally feel on cloud nine. I feel as though I am where I'm supposed to be. Being in Emma's arms is my everything and finally things are falling into place.

It's nights like tonight where I hate being alone, I wish Emma was here on this rocking boat with me. Sharing the bed and not having to worry about waking the children with her loud moans, but Emma is in a hospice now, and the only bed we can ever share is the care built hospital beds.

Don't get me wrong, they are the comfiest beds ever, but the room or setting doesn't exactly set a mood. It's not a sexy place. Emma and I have fooled around once or twice in the time she's been there, but I wish just once she could leave that room and come out into the world with me. I hate leaving her there to return home without her. She is my home.

A sharp digging pain erupts my entire body, but I cannot pinpoint the specific location. It's as though my whole body is erupting like a volcano and I suspect it has something to do with this damn baby.

"Oh!" I groan, gripping my stomach tight as I feel the pain return after a short 8 minutes gap. I thought it was nothing but now I know for sure my contractions are occurring.

Maybe it's nothing? Maybe it's a false alarm. The baby cannot be coming a whole month early. Although I prey that he or she does. That way I know for sure that Emma can meet my baby, she can love this baby as though it's her own, but I fear if the baby was a false alarm, that maybe Emma won't ever have the chance to meet it. I fear that Emma maybe losing her time on this cruel world.

It pains me to ever think that I am bringing a whole new life to this awful world. God is supposed to protect us all, cradle us, wrap us in bubble wrap. Not send my lover to the end of the worlds. I need her. No matter how much I prey to god, he doesn't seem to listen, and that's when my faith in this world had died.

It kills me that nobody is here to do this with me. I need to get to the hospital but nobody will be by my side. Robin is still away with work, he should be here. His stupid sperm put this baby inside me, the least he could do is offer a hand for my to pop while I scream and he watching this baby come out from me. Despite our breakup, he is still the father and this should never be something he misses.

"Hello...." the phone lets out and instantly I am screaming down the phone, not even recognising this isn't actually robin at the end of the phone, only his answer machine.

"Robin."

"This is Robin. I can't come to the phone right now. I'm either sleeping or drilling" with that a short beep follows allowing me to record my message. And boy do I have a message for him due the pain he is putting me through, but I keep it sharp yet blunt.

(BLEEP)

"I think the baby's coming early. Come home. Please come home! Oh, God." I pant in short breaths, how on earth do I control my breath in a moment like this.

I know this is a risky shot but someone needs to be with me. Someone willing to break the rules and watch this baby come to this world. And that should be Emma. She should be by my side but she's not allowed to leave the hospice. Especially not under her conditions.

"Pick up, pick up. Pick up." I chant in a plea for her to answer her phone. It's 2am how can I expect her to answer. "Pick up."

It's as though god has finally heard my voice, or screams from above. "Hello"

"Ah!" I moan, unsure whether or not it's another wave of pain crashing through my every limb or whether or not I am relieved that finally someone has answered my call. "The baby's coming."

"Oh! Gina" She sympathetically mumbles down the phone and I hear the cracking in her throat. She's in pain herself, in her weakest state yet. I know I'm losing her to a battle we will never win but that doesn't change the fact that I need her now. She could help me with one last thing before god takes her from my grips, she can watch this rare moment and hold my hand tight. She can hold my baby and whisper a-lullaby tune to soothe us all.

"Emmy, help." I cry in pain.

"Oh, no. I'll be there, I'll be there. Don't panic, I'm coming." She slurs down the phone and hangs up. So I call the ambulance and decide to meet her at the hospital. I don't know how much longer this baby will stick inside me.

~ Emma pov~

"Get my shoes. The baby's coming." She yells to her fullest ability waking Killian from the couch and her mother from the spare bed beside her. "I have to go... now." She commands.

"You can't go. She'll manage. She's got a midwife." Killian moans, but he doesn't get it. I need to be there. This could be the one last great thing I could ever experience and I need to be there as Regina was for me. I take the morphine box in my hands and crank up the intake in attempt to give me little strength that'll get me to the hospital.

"Don't touch the morphine. Ssh." Killian sternly warns, not that I have to listen to him anymore.

"Don't shush me, Killian." I snap back in fury. God even at a time like this he doesn't understand. He has no say in my life anymore.

"Fine, I'll get a nurse who can shush you." He sasses, rushing out the room, which gives me approximately 5 minutes for plan B.

"Oh, Mum. I have to be there." I persuade, fluttering my weak eyes and my mother winces as she contemplates her choices. I need this though. I can't miss something as good as this and my mother knows how much I'm in love with Regina.

"Sod it." She throws her hands up in surrender and rushes to get the wheelchair located in my room. "I'll get you in the wheelchair."

"OK."

"Let me get you up." She tucks her arms under mine and uses her strength to lift me slightly, but I find the strength to work with her. "OK, up you go. Up." She guides me to the wheelchair and sits me down, placing my feet on the little pads. "Take the shoes" she informs. "Don't worry about the boots, we'll put them on in the taxi." She frantically rushes around knowing we don't have much time. "Good. Now got your glasses? OK."

"Yes."

"OK. Your phone?" She nods when she sees the phone in my hand. "OK. We'll take those." She grabs the sympathetic bunch of flowers someone must have given me, but it's the gesture that counts. Gina will be more than happy seeing that I made it to the hospital without anyone on the hospice ward knowing. "OK, we're off, baby."

She wheels me down to reception and sneakily grabs a doctors down to cover her casual wear. She walks past desk and plays her cover well. "This patient has acute cephalgia and requires oxygenation." She alerts the receptionist who just nods in acceptance. My mother ducks down to whisper. "Ten long years on a hospital soap, I knew it would come in handy." Thank goodness to my mother being an actress. Nobody ever questions her.

"You still got it mum" I slur with joy that we have finally got out this hospice and in the taxi on the way to support my whole world bringing another little world into this enormous world.