Gɪᴅᴇᴏɴ Kɪɴɢ
***six months later***
I found myself dragging another one of the doctors down the stairs, pissed off more than ever. Hearing him plead with me as if I'd waste my time killing him, I get to the doors and open them. Tossing him outside on his ass, I point at him.
"If you can't solve the problem - then you're fucking useless!" I shout at him, and he fumbles to his feet.
"I only stated what I must! Damian is experiencing IUGR! Why must I be thrown out when I am stating the necessary facts? This is serious and he may have to give birth to the baby early-."
"I don't believe you for a second."
"Gideon, you saw the baby. He hasn't grown from the size he was at at six months in the womb. He is seven months along now...and nothing has changed. You want to risk the chances and just throw me out when I'm trying to tell you the truth? Just trying to do my job?" The doctor asked me in frustration, and I look away.
That's when I find myself plopping onto the ground, shading my face from him.
Why was history replaying itself? Sorrel and I went through this nine years ago...why is this happening to us once again? Am I not meant to be happy? Is this the cold-hearted truth?
Nothing has happened that is important ever since I made it known to handle things without me until the baby is born. So as of right now...Kenji is taking care of my mafia organization. We've just been in California...waiting for this baby.
Ever since Damian and I visited his parents, he informed me that he wanted to have our son in the United States. I said...sure. Deep down I would prefer Germany - but I don't want to argue with him.
He's been stressed because of his idiot parents and all the things that come with being pregnant. Finding out I was having a son with him was...amazing. I cried on the spot, like I should have.
Damian on the other hand was just smiling his ass off because he wanted a boy too. Neither of us decided on a name, but I secretly think Damian has a name for him already.
Yet we can't seem to have a good time now because of the stress that our son may be born early. Two months early to be exact - which I never knew was possible. So he'll be six or five weeks early...
"I'm sorry for throwing you out on your ass." I apologize to the doctor as he walks up to me. Sitting beside me on the stairs, he grins awkwardly.
"It's to be expected. You are upset by the circumstances...I wouldn't want to believe it either. I'm being truthful with you Gideon, I recommend a Caesarean section for Damian." Doctor Defoe recommends to me, and I nod behind me.
"Don't tell me this. Tell the one holding the baby. I just have to watch painfully - again." I whimper, standing up as we both head back inside.
When we get to the bedroom I saw Damian still laying there. His eyes staring up at the ceiling blankly. His hands over his stomach and I stand beside him.
To see his eyes meet mind showed me that he was crying for a while. Seeing his red eyes, he began to wipe them.
"Damian we need to talk." I say to him slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He began to sit up, laying against the pillows I propped up for him. Except he still looked out of it.
"Talk about what? If you are in here to say he's going to die-."
"No! Of course not! Where are you getting this assumption from?!" I snap at him, and he glares at me.
"Nothing seems to be going right for me. It's like...I'm cursed. My family, the baby...you." He groans, and I already know he's just upset. So I act like I didn't just hear him say I'm a curse.
I nod at Doctor Defoe, and he comes up nervously. Damian still was looking at me crazily, but that expression moved onto the doctor who looked afraid as it was.
"Damian...for the baby's safety...I recommend you have a caesarean section. We have already seen for far too long that the baby isn't growing anymore. He has IUGR - intrauterine growth restriction. It has been a month and your baby hasn't grown-."
"Well wait a little longer." Damian mumbled, and I shook my head.
"Damian be smart about this! Our son is not growing - at all. There may be further complications if we don't have him taken out now. I'm scared too, but I'm not being selfish-."
"Call me selfish again! I dare you!" Be bursted angrily, reaching for my arm and tried pulling me down. "It's impossible to be selfish when I'm sharing my body with someone else. I'm just scared of what could happen."
"Worse will come if he's not born now, I promise you." I tell him, and I had to stop myself from crying. I had to be the strong one for him. Let him believe it's okay to cry before me and be vulnerable. That's the only way...he'll stay strong.
Damian began to cry again, and I wrapped my arms around him. Pulling him into my arms, I just listened to him cry. Breaking my heart at the sounds he was making.
"Why me? Why us? Was it because I was cruel to you? Is this a way to punish me because I see my faults! Did I see them too late or what?" He whimpers to me, and all I do is caress his back. I didn't answer any of his questions because I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say.
I glanced at the Doctor Defoe, and he waited patiently with a sad expression.
"Damian are you willing to have the surgery to take him out? We need your word - not mine." I murmur to him, and I try to pull back so that he can speak clearly. Except he clung to me a lot more than he ever would.
"If I do, promise me again that our son will be fine." He asks me once again, shakily. All I could do was nod because I was uncertain.
"It's like what I said before. With me around, he will come out alive. He will survive...I can't say fine just yet." I say to him, and he sighs as he nods.
"Fine. I just...don't want him to disappear." Damian mumbles, and I already knew what he meant when he said that.
I shook my head, having to stop myself getting reminded of such a thing. That traumatized me and that's the last thing I want to think about right now.
"You...you don't have to worry about that. I'm not letting that happen again..." I tremble, and take a deep breath. "Ever again."
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