Promises

Chapter 9

AN: Forgive me for the long wait but this took me forever to find the words because I don't want this to end...please leave me some comments letting me know what you think!

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Internally, Ada was yelling a steady stream of "what the fuck". Of course sex would be the thing to induce her labor, not any of the other things she'd tried. She reached for her and Erik's towels and laid them on the floor to catch the amniotic fluid. Watching the towels get darker with the liquid, she felt a calmness wash over her. There was no need to rush or panic; Erik would do enough of that for the both of them.

With that, she turned the shower on to clean herself up. As she started to take her clothes off, Ada felt a sharp pain go through her. She gripped the counter tightly, hunched over the sink, breathing through the pain. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth; Sade wanted out. But there was no way she was going to the hospital like this. She stepped carefully into the shower and grabbed her washcloth. She was just starting to soap up her body when she heard the door open.

Ada peeled the shower curtain back slowly and watched as Erik made his way to the toilet, his eyes half closed.

"What the fuck?" He stepped on the towels on the floor, his foot getting a little wet. Ada closed the curtain and began to hurry with cleaning up. The faster Erik figured out that she was in labor, the faster he would snatch her ass out the shower.

"Babe?"

"Uh huh?" she answered, rinsing off the soap.

"Why is my towel on the floor?"

"I was cleaning up a mess. My bad." She heard him start peeing and chuckle.

"What, you pee on yourself again?"

Ada turned the water off and got out, grabbing a towel from the rack behind the door. "Nope," she said drying off. "My water broke."

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Erik could feel himself snap out of his sleepiness, out of the haze of post-sex relaxation that had enveloped his body like a weighted blanket. He stared at Ada. What the fuck? "What the fuck?"

"What?" She asked rubbing her body dry.

"You're in labor?" He needed confirmation because she was a little too nonchalant for his liking.

"Yeah."

"So what the hell are you doing taking a shower??"

" I didn't want to go to the hospital like that! Plus we have time. I haven't had a contraction since my water broke." She must have jinxed herself because all of a sudden, she dropped the towel and reached for him. Erik steadied her with a hand on her lower back, his other hand clutched in her vice like grip. Her fingernails from her other hand dug into his forearm.

"Ada," he gritted out. "We have to go. You should've woke me up as soon as your water broke."

"No. We have time." She was gasping for air but she was talking through the pain and slowly, her grip lessened. "See? All good." She tried to bend to get the towel again but Erik snatched it of the ground and handed it to her. "As long as I can talk through them, I'm still in good shape. That's what all your books say, right?"

Erik kissed his teeth. He couldn't believe her. He grabbed sweatpants and a shirt that were sitting on the hamper and pulled them on in a rush. Ada, finished with drying off, was taking her time rubbing lotion on her body.

"Really, Ada?!" He hated how damn stubborn she could be. He ran back in the bedroom to grab clothes for her.

"Do you want me to be ashy in the hospital??" Erik rolled his eyes. At this rate, she'd be giving birth in the damn apartment.