Alex Is 30
Copyright© 2008 by Serena Jones
Chapter 2
Even with the bed rest and the other precautions, she goes into labor almost a month early. I came into her room with breakfast and found her grimacing in pain. I dropped the damn tray and she made me clean the rug before she let me touch her. So I knew whatever kind of pain she was in, she could bear it. I'm an evil shit, so I take my time cleaning. While I'm in the kitchen getting a rag, though, I stop and call her doctor and Amanda.
By the time I finish with 'breakfast', she's smiling. "They're not that bad." She says mildly, "I've done worse to you."
"You say that now." I can't help chuckling at her, "Let's see what you say in a few hours." I don't let her argue about going to the hospital. Just pick her up and put her in the car. I even laugh when she struggles to get out but her stomach just makes getting in and out of the car hell for her.
"You're a little shit." She spits finally.
"You have our whole lives to pay me back for this, but the last seven months are the only time that I will ever see you fat, awkward, sweaty, hair wrecked, no makeup, no dignity..."
" ... asshole..."
"Your language has been atrocious." We're at a light, so I steal a kiss, "And even when you've been an utter bitch, I've never loved you more."
"It'll never happen again."
"That's why I took pictures."
She gasps and punches me in the arm. I almost swerve as I laugh and she doubles over as another contraction hits. "When did you take pictures, you shit?" she forces out from clinched teeth.
"Mostly while you were asleep." She can't be too bad off, I reason, she's still pissed at me.
"Oh! You asshole!" she hits me again when she gets her breath back. "I hate you, Alex McElroy."
"Yeah? 'Cause I love you Amelia Wilson." I try to keep this spirit up the whole trip but it's almost an hour to her preferred hospital and while the contractions don't seem to get closer, she does seem to get worse - more tired, more pain, less lucid.
I get her checked in and up to a room. They throw me out while they undress her and do the initial exam so I go in the hall and call Peter and Mom so they can call everybody else. When I come back in, the nurse is about to stick Ame with a needle. I grab her wrist and twist slightly, "What is that?" The woman nearly shrieks. I hold her until the doctor and a dozen others come running in. It's almost a minute before I realize that Ame is trying to get my attention. "Yes, Ma'am?"
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