Fifty One Days

Chapter 56 'Perfection'

Chapter 56. Guys. I'm so sorry it's been so long. I've just been so busy and taking some time out to reflect on the awful events around our world at the moment. Anyway long chapter so hope this makes up for it. Hope you're all safe and well and as for everything going on in the world, I really am sending love to anyone and everyone in need right now. It's a scary world we live in and we need to all stick together. If anyone feels they need to talk or could use any help, my profile is always open ❤🖤

Ali's POV.

I wake in the middle of the night. A sharp shooting pain ripples through my body. The pain is almost too much to bare. My hips feel like there being ripped open, my back feels like it’s broken into two.

“Jay. Jay". I shake my husband awake. He stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. I shake him harder. “Jay, I think I’m in labour". Suddenly he bolts out of bed but his foot catches on the blanket and he falls onto the floor. I giggle to myself which sends pain through my stomach again.

“Shit". He scrambles off the floor and runs to the bathroom. What the hell is he doing? “Shit”. He keeps muttering to himself. It would be quite funny if I wasn’t in so much pain. He starts the water running in the sink.

I pull myself out of bed, my huge, overdue baby weighs my stomach down. I run my hands over my swollen belly. “Finally baby girl". I mutter to myself. She’s six days overdue, I was supposed to be going into the hospital to be induced in three days time, she must be like her father...impatient. I finally slide out of bed, and place my swollen feet on the floor.

Jay is still in the bathroom. “Jay are you okay?” I shout to him, no answer. What the fuck is he doing? “Babe?”. I push on the bathroom door, Jay is frantically pulling all the towels out of the cupboard and the hot water is steaming in the sink.

“What the hell are you doing?”.

“Getting hot water and towels. You said you was in labour?”. I can’t help but laugh at him.

“Oh my god babe, I don’t think we need all that, I’m fairly certain the hospital will deal with it and were not living in the 1940s so shake a leg and get my hospital bag and wake Milo up".

He stops what he’s doing and stares at me. “Shit okay, shit. I think I’m having a panic attack. I need to sit down. You’re having a baby. Shit. Okay”. He perches himself on the edge of the bath. I put my hands on his shoulder”. Okay, I’m okay. Okay bag and Milo. Will you be okay? Shall I help you down the stairs?”.

“Yes I’ll be okay. Just get my bag please, it’s in the baby’s room and wake Milo up. He’s not long gone to bed, we were watching tele till two".

The last three weeks of my pregnancy Milo has stayed with us here. Weirdly it was Jay’s idea. He thought it was best that Milo was as close as possible when I went into labour. It’s been hard all round. Loweri has been here most days when Milo comes home from work, then Steph’s been coming to collect her so we didn’t have to haul her out of bed in the middle of the night if I went into labour. Like tonight.

Every time Steph comes to pick up Loweri, I study Milo's face and realise how hard him living away from this baby is going to be.

“Okay. Milo okay". He rises from the bath and walks towards the door. I turn the hot water off and clean off the bathroom mirror. My skin is pink and blotchy. I feel so sweaty but that's probably because this fool has turned our bathroom into a sauna.

“Jay”. I call after him, another sharp pain courses through me again as he turns to face me again, I try to hide the pain on my face so he doesn’t notice.