Soldier of Love

NCP

I jumped up--well more like leaned up, very quickly with sweat dropping down from my forehead. My sudden jester caused a slight headache along with some dizziness all while a cool liquid dripped in between my legs. However, Jacob seemed not to be effected by any of this. The only shifting he did was to his other side.

I moved my hand around on my dresser, trying to find the lamp. Once it was found, I switched it on and moved my blanket to the side, revealing a pool of water that I had been laying in.

I got out of the bed and wobbled to Jacob's side. He still was sound asleep. How could he not wake up with all of the moving I'd been doing?

I shook him multiple times and he squinted his eyes. He asked what was wrong and I told him,

"My water broke."

He said, "Okay, give me a couple minutes; I'll get you some water."

I laughed and slapped him gently on his forehead. "No baby, my water broke!"

After hearing that, Jacob literally jumped out the bed, and then scurried around our room, picking up duffle bags and trying to throw on some clothes & brush his teeth. While he did that, I made up our bed and wobbled into our bathroom to take a shower.

"Naomi, please tell me you're not about to take a shower when our daughter is about to pop out of you!" Jacob yelled from our room.

"I'm already in!" I yelled back loud enough so he could hear me. "Besides, I've been sweating. I'm not about to have someone in between my legs and it's all kind of fumes circulating."

He shrugged and grabbed out bags, taking them to the car while I dried of and put on lotion.

I felt like Kourtney Kardashian. She did that with Mason and at first it seemed weird. But now that I'm actually in this situation, it’s not bad.

Because I felt the need to be cute, I put on a pair of yoga pants and a cute graphic t shirt with vans.

Jacob came back in to help me down the stairs. By then, I was most definitely feeling the contractions. They're like major cramps and in my self-defense class, I learned how to handle pain and not let it bother me. However, these contractions are no joke.

Jay called the NYPD for a police escort so we'd be able to get to the hospital quickly. His wish was granted, and soon we were racing down the street with police surrounding us.

A wheelchair was placed at my car door and I was wheeled into a hospital room. I was given my epidural and my labor lasted about three hours.

If you'd like to know, our baby was conceived on Jacob's birthday. Long story short, that night was a very kinky night. With conceiving our baby in April, she'd be born in January. January 23rd, 2012 to be exact. We're right on time.

"Are you ready to push, Miss?" the doctor asked me.

Oh, how could it would have felt to hear Mrs. Perez. But we're not married. Not even engaged. I wish we were, though. I wonder what's holding him back. Maybe he's not ready, and I'm not stressing it. I'm ready. I'm just waiting on him. I'm not gonna rush him when he's not ready. Either way, he will be the man I marry.

"Yes," I said, nodding.

Jacob stood by holding on my head, and did I forget to mention my family was here? Yeah. They all flew in for this occasion. I gave them the due date and they're staying for the week. Of course, babies don't sometimes come on their due dates. Maybe a few days or a few weeks later. Our daughter just happens to be on time, which is perfect for my parents & Breezy.

Jacob and my father held my hands, will my mom assisted the doctor. Jamiya's weird self sat there recording the whole thing.

"Alright. 1,2,3--push!"

I pushed as hard as I could.

Unsuccessful.

"Again."

I nodded and pushed again.

"We've got a head. C'mon Naomi, you can do it."

I nodded and continued to push. Twenty minutes later, I was holding my baby. She was beautiful. She had her father’s thin lips, and my nose and eyes.

Jacob didn't even overreact. He didn't pass out or anything. Maybe because he didn't watch the baby come out of my vagina but that's still okay.

Jacob looked so happy. He's honesty been anticipating our baby girl. He's a good father. Not dad or daddy but father. Anybody can be a dad but it takes a real man to step up to the plate and be a father.

"She's so beautiful." my mom cooed looking over my shoulder.

"I'm proud. I just wish she was born out of wedlock." my father said, sighing. I definitely agreed.

"Well at least by the time you get married, she'll be old enough to be a flower girl." Jamiya chimed in, waving her camera in my babies face.

I held her closely to my heart. She small brown eyes looked directly into mine and if she could, she probably would have smiled.

The doctors were in and out of the room. Running tests and making sure everything was okay. In an hour, she'd have to go to her incubator and we'd be able to leave in a day.

"Can I hold her?" Jacob asked.

I nodded, smiling, while he scooped down and picked her up into his arms. I didn't even have to tell him to watch her head. He was already prepared and knew what to do.

What's her name? You ask.

Nala Cyan Perez.