So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury)

Chapter Sixty Two: March 8th, 1991

I put the chicken into the half full cart and Ben checked that off the list. I sighed and continued to follow Ben as he pushed the cart. Every day it was getting harder and harder for me to walk. I felt as if I had a watermelon in my stomach at this point. I at first enjoyed my second trimester since morning sickness was not always as frequent. But now that I have reached my third trimester, I am now so tired of being pregnant. I just want my son to be born already so that I don't have to experience this pain for at least a few more years.

Ben couldn't help but to laugh at me trying to walk. "Shut up, Ben." I said to him in an annoyed tone. He stopped as we made it to the checkout line. "I'm sorry. But it's just funny how you used to walk so fast, and now you struggle to keep up with me." Ben said and started to put our items on the conveyer belt. Well, we actually weren't shopping for ourselves. We were buying food for our dad. Since he could not make too many public appearances during this time. He was not doing too well and it was starting to worry me. It scares me thinking that he may not be able to meet his grandson or any of my future children. "Tiffany, Tiffany." I could hear Ben say my name in an anxious tone.

He had woken me up from my sad thoughts and I turned to him confused. "Tiff, there's water all over you. In fact there's a whole trail." Ben informed me. I thought that he was just messing with me just like how he did the last time. But he was right and my assumption was wrong. The pants of my uniform were almost soaked and there was a trail going from the produce section to where we were at now. I did not know how to feel. Either mortified or excited. Mortified since I might hurt someone if they slip. But excited since my baby was going to be coming. "Holy shit Ben. I think it's happening. The baby is coming." I said to him.

Ben nodded agreeing with me and just left the cart. We started to dart towards the front entrance. "Ben, shouldn't we at least get the cart out of the way?" I voiced concern. "That doesn't matter! You're going into labor right now!" He yelled as we made it to the parking lot. I tried to get into the passenger seat as quickly as I could. There was no way that I could drive my own car with the pain that I am enduring right now. And I know that it is only going to get worse.

It did not actually take that long to get to the hospital from the gorcery store. But it felt as if hours had passed until we arrived since there was quite a bit of traffic. Ben opened the door for me and it was very hard to get out. He helped me up the to the best of his ability and we eventually got inside of the hospital. "Ben, I need a wheelchair or something. I can't walk on my own." I said and squinted my eyes at the bright light of the waiting room. Ben looked around.

"Ok, well just sit down for a moment. I'm going to go check you in." Ben said. He quickly sat me down on one of the uncomfortable benches. I placed my hand on my stomach wanting to just get out of these soaking wet clothes. I did not care if it would be in a hospital gown. I started to breathe heavily and the pain started to get worse. "Yeah, Tiffany Malek. I know she wasn't due until next week but please squeeze her in somewhere." Ben said and seemed very frustrated with the receptionist. I could not take it anymore. I yelled in pain and happened to get the attention of everyone in the room. I guess this really gave everyone a wake up call. The receptionist was on the phone dialing many numbers at once. She was speaking with someone and I wasn't sure who she was talking to. I couldn't hear everything.

Ben walked over to me and put his hand on my stomach. "She said all the delivery rooms are unavailable. But they're going to squeeze you in somewhere." He told me. I groaned in annoyance. "I don't care if I have to have this baby in this room. I just want it to be over with." I said and still continued to breathe as slowly as I could. A few more minutes pass when I see a woman in scrubs come into the waiting room. "Malek." She called out. Ben and I stood up and walked over to the door. I was able to walk a little bit better than I was able to at first.