Hostage ~ L.H

Chapter 13 - Child

Luke’s P.O.V

It’s been about 7 hours since Emelia woke me up.  I can’t believe this is actually happening, little hemmo is coming right now. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited.

I feel so bad for Emelia though because Emelia has been in constant pain these past hours, I wish there was something I could do, I wish I could do this for her or numb the pain but I can’t.  Her body is covered in sweat and I can see in her eyes she’s at the brink of tears.  She is sitting in between my legs and I stroke her hair trying to calm her while another contraction comes.  Her contractions have come very close together and I can see she is exhausted, another tear rolling down her face from the agonizing pain.

She turns her face and her tired eyes look up at mine. “Luke?” she says in a weak voice.

“What is it Emelia?” I reply.

“I think I’m ready, I feel like I need to push, can you umm check?” she says through heavy breathing.

I turn red at the mention of checking. Going to look at her vagina in the middle of birth doesn’t sound appealing. Of course I will do it, I need to be the strong one here, I mean she’s the one pushing another human out of her. It’s just weird. This is the disturbing stuff they make you watch in sex ed.

I move out of my position from behind Emelia and walk to the other side of the mattress and awkwardly stand at her legs.  She notices my uncomfortableness and speaks.

“I’m sorry for putting you through this Luke but you’re the only one here. Can you see if the baby is crowning” she says, stopping multiple times to catch her breath.

I look into her eyes and then kneel down at the end of the mattress. I guess I should just get this over with.  I spread her legs a bit and look in between them.

 Oh god.

I feel sick.

There’s a fucking head in her vagina. yep definitely crowning.

 I am so never having sex again.

 Shit I don’t think I am ever going to get that image out of head.

I slowly back away from her as the colour starts to drain from my face.  For a few seconds I blank out before snapping back into reality.

“uhh your umm ready” I stumble out and walk over to Emelia’s side and squeeze her hand,  giving her a reassuring look.

She squeezes my hand hard and starts pushing. I look down and I can see the head is out. I kiss her on the forehead to help soothe her as she pushes again. She grips my hand tightly and screams, I notice the shoulders are out.

“one more push babe” I say and let go of her hand, quickly moving in between her legs to catch the baby.

She arches her back, sweat dripping from her forehead and screams at the top of her lungs when she does one final push. 

I hear faint cries and look down to see the baby in my hands.  It’s a girl. 

I feel a wash of emotions come over me.

I created her.

She’s my daughter.

I use the quilt on the mattress to dab at her skin and help clean her off. I then grab a spare t-shirt and use it to wrap her body in, instinctually holding her against my chest.  Her crying lulls as I hold her in an embrace.

I walk back over to Emelia who is lying on the mattress completely drained and sit down next to her while holding the baby in my arms.  Emelia sits up and I reluctantly hand over the baby for her to hold. I wrap my arm around Emelia and we both stare and admire the child in her arms.  

She is perfect.

I can’t believe she’s mine.

Honestly she is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in the world well besides Emelia.

I feel my eyes start to get teary.

“She’s beautiful” I hear Emelia say while staring at our child.

“That’s our Hazel” I say smiling. “Hazel Sydney Hemmings” I continue saying as my smile grows.

I wish this moment could last forever. My 2 most important people in the world right here with me.  

I am in my own little world until a loud noise disrupts my thoughts. A look up in the direction and see the 2 tough guys barging towards us, a smaller third figure following behind.

Fuck.