The Teachers Secret (not edited)

Chapter thirty

Third pov:
Namjoon screamed in fear, seeing fire growing on the other side of the room, eating everything in sight. The smoke filled the room, making the omega cough, he banged on the door, screaming for help. "Help!! Somebody help me!! Please!! Help!!" Coughing from all smoke getting into his lungs, he gasped in pain, leaning against the door, taking deep breaths. A single hand under his bump, coughing when he tried to take deep breaths, crying in fear and pain. He tried banging on the door again, he screeched when the glass windows shattered from the intense heat. "Please!!! Help me!!! Agh!!" His legs felt like they were on the edge of giving out, coughing and choking from the smokey fumes in the air. He couldn't breath, his lungs burned and begged for fresh air, but he wheezed, while hoping his pup to be ok. He screamed when an intense wave of pain came tearing through his body, "Somebody please help!!! Save my baby at least!! Please!!"
He gasped, feeling something in him pop and then a gush of fluid came pouring out of him, "Oh no.... nononono.... Someone please help me!!"

Jiyun came out of her bedroom, drying her damp hair with a towel, "Namjoon dear, did you need something?! I heard you calling for me!" She stepped into the living room, glancing around, "Namjoon!!?" She called, not seeing the young male anywhere. She glanced outside, a scream erupted out of her, "Oh my god!!" She bolted to the phone on the wall in the kitchen, dialing nine-one-one, impatiently waiting for someone to answer.
"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?" "My house shed is on fire!! I need help!! Please!! I don't know if some is there or not either!?!" "Ok ma'am, what's your address?"  "Uh, one-fourteen Gyeonggi-do dr.!!" "Alright, they're on their way ma'am, hold tight."

Right after she hung up, she bolted out of the house, running across the lawn, she could hear Namjoon screaming and crying for help above the flames. She rushed up the stairs, screaming from a window breaking next to her, moving the plank of wood, that bar locks across the door, hissing when she unlocked the bolt lock. Opening the door, catching Namjoon, that was coughing his lungs off, helping him away from the fire. Helping him lay down on the damp grass.

Fire men, along with Sehun and a few paramedics came rushing into the back yard, the fire men using the giant hose, spraying water and putting out the fire.
Paramedics quickly put breathing masks on both the male and female, Namjoon coughed, flinching, then crying pain, holding his belly. Sehun checked between his legs, "He's transformed, we haft to take him to the hospital quickly." 

Namjoon and Jiyun were immediately sent to the hospital, Sehun was holding his friends hand while they wheeled him into the delivery room. "We haft to prepare him for cesarean section!! Stat!! He's too weak for natural birth!" He ordered, Namjoon shook his head, "There's no way in hell you are cutting me open Sehun!! I'm doing it naturally!!" Namjoon shouted, now able breath a lot better, his lungs still hurt, but it was dimming down. "Namjoon you are too weak! You'll go into shock, you could die!!" Namjoon shook his head frantically, "I am giving natural birth to my daughter!! That is final!! Agh!! Fuck!!" His hands gripped the side railings of the bed, breathing heavily, he gave his friend a pleading look, "Please, I can do it, trust me...." he gasped out in a calmer manner. Sehun sighed in defeat, "Get him ready for natural birth," he instructed. Nurses helped clean him up, putting him in a gown, placing the mask back on his mouth and nose to help him continue to breath fresh air. An IV was inserted into the vain on the back of his hand, along with the finger clip, a band around his mid-section, monitoring the pup. Along with a lot of other things that were being prepared and set up.

It was too late give the carrier epidural, so he had to go all the way natural birth. Namjoon's contractions got closer and closer, each one longer and more painful. The nurses were now done preparing everything, so Namjoon laid on his side, facing away from the door, his hand on his hand on his bump and the other holding the bar to bed. He heard a soft knock on the door, he turned around, to see who it was. "Oh, Hi Mrs. Kim," he softly said, slowly turning onto his other side. She gave him soft smile, as she slowly made he way to his bed side. Namjoon noticed a bandage wrapped around her arm and fingers, a worried gaze spread onto his face, "What happened? Are you ok?!" Jiyun chuckled, flexing her injured, right arm, "It's not as bad as it looks, so don't worry about it. It's mainly only a few scratches from the window breaking, and I burnt my fingers from unlocking the bolt. I see you have the same battle scars as well." She pointed out, making the young male weakly giggle, his left arm wrapped in gauze, his left leg looked the same, but their not that extreme. Jiyun sat down in a chair next to the bed, "They released me early so I could keep you company. I heard you've been in labor sense what, eight this morning?" Namjoon chuckled at himself, sighing and shaking his head, "no, longer than that, sense five in the morning really, so about thirteen hours far." He hissed and whimpered in pain, trying to take slow breaths, his teary, red eyes clenched shut, his hand gripping the bar of the bed, crying when the pain got worse. Jihyun took his hand from bump, holding and letting him grip it tightly, she didn't care about the pain in her hand, when the young male is feeling much worse pain.
That contraction lasted for over ten minutes, nearly twenty, it would fluctuate, dull down then come back stronger than the last. Namjoon panted, feeling the pain finally subsiding, he gave the female a small smile. Giving her hand a more gentle squeeze, "Thank you saving me by the way...." Jiyun awed, returning the small squeeze on the younger's hand, "You're family Namjoon, I couldn't just stand and watch, plus the neighbors called the police when they saw an unfamiliar car in our driveway, just sitting there, apparently they were there all morning. Our neighbors freaked out when they saw the strangers start up a fire. Turns out, they the parents of those three teenage boys." Namjoon scuffed, "Figures, where are they now?" "Jail, received the same sentence are their kids. Were you able to tell Jin?" Namjoon shook his head softly, his eyes were closed, as he took deep breaths feeling another contraction coming. Letting out a cry of pain, "G-Get Sehun!! Please!!" Jiyun nod and bolted out of the room, looking for the doctor.

Sehun, along with a few nurses, came rushing into the carriers room, while Jiyun was told to stay in the waiting room. Sehun placed a blue mask on, then washed his hands, slipping on a pare of latex gloves, instructing his friend to shift onto his back. Namjoon did as told, spreading his legs and bending his knees, his finger tips and knuckles were white from gripping the bed railings tightly. A nurse inclined the bed to prop the omega up, then folded the blanket up to his waist, so the doctor could see between the carriers legs.
Sehun glanced, the carriers hole stretched to the size of a golf ball, seeing the head of the pup beginning to show. "Alright Namjoon, Deep breath, then give me a big push," he calmly ordered his friend. Namjoon's eyes clenched shut, taking deep gasps of air, then pushed with the little energy he had. "Gaaaaaaaahhhh!!!"
An ear piercing scream erupted out of him, "Keep a close eye on his blood pressure! Along with his heart rate!" Sehun instructed a nurse. The pups head was now crowning, the carrier panted and took deep breaths of air, his breathing mask was full of steam and vapor from his hot breaths.
Namjoon sucked in a breath, pushing on a contraction that tore threw, letting out a blood curdling scream. His body trembled with his cries of pain, feeling his pups head completely slid out. Sehun held the pups head in his palm, "You're doing amazing Namjoon!! She looks beautiful!!" He praised his friend, telling him to take a quick breather. Namjoon gave a weak and tired smile, taking steady breaths, his face looking slightly relaxed.
Namjoon whimpered from another wave of pain, his hands gripped the bars again, his eyes clenched again, tears slowly rolling down. Taking in deep breaths before pushing again, screeching when his pups shoulders stretched through. "Come on Nams! Almost there!!" Namjoon smiled from the familiar nickname, sucking in a deep breath, then pushed, his head rolled back into the pillow. "AaaaaahhahahAHAHA!! Oh my fuuuck!! I'm going to fucking murder Jin when I see him!!!" He cried and growled out, loud enough for other patients and workers to hear, but he could careless because he was in so much pain. Sehun has heard these types of words before and he still finds it amusing, never seeming to get tired of it. He saw the shoulders were out enough, for him help slip and free both arms out, the pup curdled a small cry. Using the small aspirator, sucking the fluid from the newborns nose and mouth.
Namjoon choked on sob when he heard the little cry, sucking in a breath and giving a long, hard push. "That's it! Almost there and you will see her!!" Namjoon let out a final cry of pain, until the pain vanished, he panted softly. While a loud baby's cry filled the room, Sehun placed the newborn on a blanket that was draped over the carriers chest. Namjoon cried, his hands slipped from the bars, to touch his newborn. 
"Hi sweet baby girl...."