Gang Leader's Kid (#1) ✔

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Kihanna's P.O.V

Labour is awful, yes there might be a beautiful outcome but this is not beautiful. There's opening of the vagina every time a nurse or doctor comes in, back breaking pain, nausea, tears and sweat...don't forget the sweat and the screams followed. Ever since Tristan came back in the room, it was as if he actually had his mind switched on because he started helping me and making sure I felt comfortable and he knew when to not bother me, he just wanted to be more help than Kieron.

I might not be in a gang or anything, but I could tell he wanted more attention from me than the attention I gave Kieron which I didn't mind. The pain is what I minded though!

I groaned and leaned back on the bed, wondering how long I had left of this pain. I could have gotten the drugs but I didn't and I was slowly starting to want the drugs but the voice in the back of my mind kept saying that I shouldn't so I didn't and now I was still suffering the pain.

Each time the nurse came in, she saw me in weird positions or squeezing the railing on the bed or even gripping onto Tristan's hand and even some of the girls' but she didn't smile or find it funny, she looked really tired and I felt for her. She was really nice though, she told me to keep babbling to her so it could take my mind off the pain and every time I said something weird and cried she calmed me down and gave me tissue.

Nothing was special about that, but the gesture was so nice that I thought I might try again. The nurse also said that I had a rollercoaster of feelings and hormones right now so I would be acting like this for a couple hours and then after I have the baby, Tristan and everyone else who came to support me can have a break. I wasn't amused. Miles still hadn't come here and no one has told me if he was coming or not making me feel even worse than I already had been feeling, like this was not some guy that was my friend, this dude is my brother and I'm his little sister who is in labour and feeling the worst of pains!

'Someone call Miles and tell him he is an awful brother!' I shouted or screeched and maybe even groaned while I was bent over my bed as I squeezed the railings, hoping that this contraction would hopefully go soon. Tristan was behind me already but he didn't know what to do so he just stayed behind me for some kind of support while I go through this pain as if everything was being ripped open and ripped to shreds.

'He said he'll be here soon.' Layla said just as I breathed out a sigh of relief, well some kind of relief for both the contraction going and for Miles being here soon. I was too tired to stand up and was also too tired to go back to bed which felt really uncomfortable but I did it anyway and the nice nurse came back in, I think I want to hire her. 'Lay back for me, sweetie.' She instructed. I did as I was asked and spread my legs open again no longer caring who looked down there but with Tristan's eyes, I don't think any guy would be looking down there. I saw the nurse's eyes glow and somehow, that made me feel a little more scared than I originally was.

'Ready to become a mommy and daddy?' That one question made me loosen my grip on the railing and just stare at the nurse, open mouthed. Looking at Tristan, I saw that he was already looking at me with a huge smile on his face and for once tonight, he looked innocent and not hard and rough but he still did look a little scary. Layla and the rest of the people had tears or big smiles in their faces just as I did, I was going to have a little boy in my arms in a couple hours and he was going to be a tiny little thing that I had been carrying for months.

Just as I was getting transferred into another room, I remembered Miles wasn't here and gripped onto Tristan. 'Miles isn't here!' Panic was set in me again when I realised he wasn't going to be here. He didn't get to answer me back because thunderous footsteps banged against the floor making me turn to see Miles running towards me with a huge smile on his face and flowers to join with that huge smile.

'I'm sorry I'm late, little sis.' He kissed my forehead and then looked into my eyes. 'You'll do amazing in there and if anything bad happens, you scream your lungs out and I will be there for you okay? Now go have my little nephew, I love you baby sis.' Another kiss to my head made the tears in my eyes slide down my cheek and I had to bite my lip so I didn't let out a sob. Nodding my head to him, I hugged him before letting him go and just at that moment, my baby boy kicked my stomach so hard that I had to grip onto my stomach as I groaned in pain.

Everyone was set up in the room where I was going to push out my baby boy. Everyone was ready and by the looks of things, it was only just me and Tristan who wasn't ready for him to come out because he was a couple weeks early. They put me on the bed and I felt Tristan's fingers under my eyes, it was then I realised that I was crying and he was wiping my tears away. I looked at Tristan through my tears and saw him smiling at me as he took a seat next to me then took my hand in his, squeezing it lightly as everyone prepped me once again.

A couple minutes, my contractions were coming hard and fast as wrong as that sounds, it was the only way I could describe things right now as my mind was corrupted with pain. The nurses and doctors were asking me to push as hard as I can, it wasn't that freaking simple and that's what I wanted to shout at them but I couldn't because I was screaming already for this big baby to come out while Tristan had also been urging me to carry on and not give up, his hand was still on mine even after I was squeezing the hell out of it.

'Almost there, Kihanna. Just one more big push and your baby should be here sweetie.' She said it so calmly that I wanted to get the freaking machine next to me and throw it to her then maybe she would say it better! Okay that was a little too harsh, but I didn't know who this doctor was and I wanted my doctor but it was a little too late to be complaining right now. This time round, I pushed really hard channelling my anger into this push and screaming at the same time, because of Tristan, the doctor, the nice nurse, Miles coming in late and the fact that my parents'...

Little cries filled the room making my anger vanish as I breathed in and out slowly just to hear my son's crying; the pain coming from down below was at the back of my mind and my eyes were just on my son and his cries were the only thing I heard in the room as doctors cleaned him and weighed him as well as cleaned me up. My whole body was filled with sweat but all I wanted to do was hold my son in my arms that was done when he was placed on my chest with some icky stuff on him but he was still crying and I didn't care. He was here.

'Hello baby boy.' I whispered, touching his cheek softly because he was so tiny. Tristan wasn't doing anything, he just looked at his son with an unexplained expression on his face before he started walking to the door and walked out the room, leaving me there with a confused expression on my face.

That night, I had been in my hospital room with my baby boy in an incubator. Tristan hadn't come back to see me or his son so I just assumed he ran away and I didn't care right now because I had my little bundle of joy right here and I just wanted to have to not worry for now even though news could be out to all the gangs about my baby being born and me being in the hospital room by myself with him because I had refused to have anyone in here with me for now.

Looking down at my son in his incubator, he was sleeping and breathing just fine even though he had to be in NICU right now, the nurse said that I could have him for a little bit and I could decide his name. He would have been born in November, on around the 20th but he was born on October the 25th weighing at seven pounds and I couldn't be happier. Just me and my son, Kaden Romeo Jones.

The gang leader's kid.