Cholo

(23)Veintitres, Part 2

I stumbled forward, heaving. As a nurse people would've expected me to act professional and even rational, but I couldn't act as nurse; I'm a hysterical pregnant woman, alone and about to give birth. Now, who would be sane?

Frankly, no one.

A strangled growl left my lips as I hunched forward, doubling over from the pain. I glared at my phone that was thrown carelessly on the coffee table. It was close but far away at the same time. Just like Ocar; my dumbass boyfriend off on a mission that could end him and his brother.

I grunted, my knees buckling beneath my weight. I found myself hunched on all fours; slowly lifting an arm then the other. I was walking on all fours to get to the phone. I grasped my belly as a cramp so intense shot through my body. Hissing and heaving, I was a snake wavering in pain.

I didn't know how long it took to get to the phone, but I eventually did. I fumbled with it, my fingers clumsily found her number and dialed. With each ring, I felt exhaustion wash over me.

"Hola chola!" Her voice was a relief.

"Jada," it left my lips as a low sigh, "por favor, I need you."

"Mia, you ok?"  She sounded argent and alerted.

I gulped, my breathes coming out harsher and hectic. "Hospital." I felt suffocated and hot, so I spat words, trying to make a coherent sentence. "Giving birth."

I could hear the jingling of her keys, and the slamming of feet and doors. "Where are you?"

"Diaz's." I growled through the waves of pain.

From there on, Jada spoke soothing words and threw in a couple curses towards the father to be. I wanted to laugh but all I could do was growl, moan and cry. It was to overwhelming - beautiful at the end but murderous throughout.

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On the 2nd of April(not sure about the date, please suggest what month it should be to keep track with the season and episode 'chapter twenty'), I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. With the bluest eyes and thickest lashes. A mop of black hair and rosy cheeks. I smiled down at him, cooing and smiling. Jada had been by my side through it all. She held my hand as I pushed, brushed away the loose strands of hair, and matted my forehead. And was now sleeping on the sofa near me. I smiled at her, whispering facts about her to my son. He had my mother's eyes, and my lips. But he looked more like Oscar than me.

My son.
Mi hijo.

The word rolled out of my tongue, foreign but fitting. The doctors and nurses of my department passed by cooing and dotting on him. I traced my finger over his chubby checks and button nose; fascinated by my child. It all felt surreal and foreign. As I cradled him, I found myself humming softly. His eyes fluttered shut just as the door cranked open and Oscar's face popped into the room.

Gently, I placed a finger to my mouth. He bobbed his head. Walked into the room as silent as a cat. The bed creaked under his weight. The baby stirred a little. I leaned forward placing him into his fathers arms.

No words were exchanged.

For once everything was peaceful.

The look etched onto Oscar's face.

Beautiful.

Priceless.

I wanted time to stop and for me to gaze upon this scene, forever.

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A/N: I know really short but I'm trying to drag the story as much as possible!!

*Spanish is not one of the languages I speak, I know some phrases and such; but I was mainly using the internet and google translate- please notify me of any errors.*
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