How could he get me into this position? He loves me with everything he’s got so I’m sure if he knew exactly how much this shit hurt that he’d never have wanted this for me.
Damn it. What am I saying?
Having a child is going to be the best thing to happen to us. I’m sure once the pain is gone and I have my child resting peacefully in my arms, I’m going to magically forget that this midwife is trying to perform some sort of demonic exorcism on my vagina.
Where the hell is he? It’s been hours.
“He’ll be here soon,” Tully promises, making me realize that I said that out loud.
Shit. I hope I haven’t been saying other things out loud, otherwise I’m going to come across as a real fucking bitch.
Fuck it. I’m in labor; I can say whatever the fuck I want to say and it’ll be perfectly acceptable. “How long can it take to put out a stupid fire?”
“Seriously?” Tully grumbles, shaking out her hand before rubbing over the marks left by my nails. “He’ll be here soon. Besides, would you rather deal with me a little longer or have him rush the job and put himself in danger.”
“Honestly,” I groan, glancing away with a pout. “You don’t want to know my answer right now.”
“Well, damn,” she says, grabbing the ice chips and offering some to me.
I take it greedily and put it in my mouth while Tully refreshes my wash cloth with nice cool water and places it over my forehead. “This bullshit seriously sucks,” I tell her.
“I know,” she laughs, propping herself on the side of my bed. “Do you forget that I did it only ten months ago?”
I shake my head while rolling my eyes. “You practically sneezed and Lily came flying out. I swear, you must have a wicked loose vagina.”
Tully narrows her eyes and shoots a filthy glare at me while lowering her voice. “If you weren’t so knocked up and about ready to push, I’d kick your ass for that comment.”
“Try all you’d like. Your loose flaps would just get tangled in your legs and you’ll end up tripping and eating dirt.”
Tully laughs. “You’re a real bitch while you’re in labor. Remind me to tell Noah never to knock your skank ass up again.”
“If you were capable of dragging your brother’s ass here on time then you would never have had to deal with my skank ass in the first place,” I point out.
Tully groans as she throws herself off my bed and starts heading for the door. “I think it’s time I tag teamed with Rivers.”
My eyes bulge out of my head as fear rushes through me. “No, no, no,” I beg in a panic as tears spring from my eyes all of a sudden feeling guilty about keeping her here. After all, both her and Rivers have been away from their baby just to be here helping me through this bullshit. “Don’t go. I need you to stay. Don’t give me Rivers. He’s going to be all nice and supportive and reminding me how to breathe and I,” sob, “I can’t handle that kind of shit right now,” sob. “Please.”
Tully spins on her heels while crossing her arms over her chest. She shoots me a sharp glare. “Fine, but one more comment about me having loose flaps…”
Another contraction rips through me and I fist my hands into the sheets of the hospital bed. “FUCK,” I yell, clenching my eyes as the earlier tears seem to double. I look back up at Tully. “I can’t do this,” I cry. “Make it stop.”
Sympathy replaces the scowl on Tully’s face and she starts rushing back towards me. “You’re going to get through this,” she promises. “Only a little while longer and it’ll all be worth it. You’ll see.”
The contraction seems to go on forever and all sense of human decency flies out the window. “WHERE THE HELL IS HE?”
“I…” Tully cringes, not wanting to tell me for the hundredth time that he’ll be here soon when the door is thrown open and my husband finally presents us with his handsome face. The very handsome face that I want to tear to shreds.
“Spitfire,” he gasps, taking me in. “Are you okay? What’s happening?”
Anger pulses through me at seeing his carefree expression and without even thinking, I grab the half-empty water bottle beside me and launch it at his head. “YOU! I HATE YOU.”
Noah comes to an abrupt standstill, gaping as he takes in the room around him. “Me?” he questions. “What did I do?”
Tully gawks at him as I try to ride out the rest of my contraction. “Where the fuck have you been?” Tully demands. “Do you have any idea what kind of shit she’s been putting me through?”
The tears stream down my face and as though he hasn’t heard a single word, he stares down his sister. “What the hell did you do to her?”