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Lola
“Go fuck yourself!” I snarl as Blade grips my hand. If he laughs just one more time I will climb out of this bed and fuck his world up.
“Calm the fuck down,” he says in a low gruff tone.
“You calm the fuck down! You shove a watermelon out of your vagina you fucker and then you can tell me that!” The nurses giggle as I snap at him.
“Is this normal?” he asks, pissing me off a little further.
“It is,” I hiss at him when the door opens. The man who walks in is pretty fucking hot to be a doctor but neither Blade nor do the pain stop me from checking him out.
“You’re shittin’ me, right?” Blade asks when I cut my eyes back to him.
“What? He’s hot and didn’t put me in here!” Blade raises his eyebrows before looking over at the hot doc.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m here to administer her epidural.”
“Will that make her nicer?”
Seriously, this fucker is full of laughs. Pinching his arm, Blade yelps as everyone else laughs.
“It will make her more comfortable, yes,” the doc adds. Thank fuck! If anyone told me contractions would feel like this, I would have stitched my vagina closed.
“No dick is worth this amount of pain!” I inform the room. Blade raises his eyebrow again and has an amused smirk on his face. Idiot! “Not even yours!”
“I never heard any complaints,” he smarts off. If I could get out of this bed, I would kick his ass but I can’t.
The room got quite after that. The doctor popped the epidural in my back in no time and I slowly drifted into a pain-free sleep. My dreams haunted me though. They were harsh and full of pain. Ryan was there and that was enough to cause me to wake up in a startled state.
“You okay?” Blade asks, having stayed at my side while I slept. I gaze up at him with tears in my eyes. “Are you in pain?” His concern hits me in the heart and knocks the air from my lungs. He’s perfect. So, goddamn perfect.
“It was just a dream. Will you lay with me?” I almost plead with him, which isn’t necessary. Blade would give me the world if only I’d ask for it. Nodding his head, I shift over and make room for him, watching as he climbs into the bed next to me. Blade slips his arm under my head and pulls me close to him.
“I won’t let him hurt you, Lola. I’d rather die than see you in pain again.” His words are soothing yet scary at the same time.
“I know. I’m just afraid of what he might do when he finds out about the baby,” I tell him my concern.
“Not a damn thing since it’s mine,” he growls.
I giggle a little and lean into his touch. The warmth I feel coming from him soothes me to the core. I know that Blade would take on the world for me and this baby without a second thought.
“Are you happy?” I ask, glancing up at him.
“More than you could possibly know. Everything I knew I wanted at some point in my life is right here in this bed, in you. There were times that I wondered if I’d ever get this far in my life. If I’d be dead before I ever got to experience the joys of havin’ a family like my parents did. I found that in you, Lola. I found the family I wanted.”
“I never thought I would want a family before. My life wasn’t a happy one growing up and to bring a child into that, I was so scared, Blade. I still am. What if I’m not good enough?” His strong arms tighten around me, his lips pressing into the side of my head.
“You broke my dog in the matter of minutes. You love me despite my faults. You aren’t them, Lola. You are gonna be an amazin’ mom. We are gonna watch that baby grow and become somethin’ that we never got to be. We got this, babe. I promise.”
When the doctor comes back in breaking our moment, I’m slightly pissed. After checking me, he tells me it’s time to push. Instantly the panic from before overtakes me. I’m afraid. I can feel it deep inside of me. I can feel that hatred my parents had toward me and I never want that for my child.
“Grab my hand,” Blade urges as I thread my fingers with his after he helps me get into position to push. He smiles at me but focuses on the doctor.
“I need you to push, Lola. Bear down and push, okay?” Nodding my head, I do just what he says, feeling the pressure building. I can barely stand it but I keep pushing. I push to get past all of the bullshit holding me back. I push until I hear the cry. I gasp and drop my head back, listening to nurses and doctor as they say how good I did but that underlying feeling of doom lingers in the back of my mind. It’s so overwhelming that I barely feel Blade’s lips my forehead, kissing me.
“You did so good. Fuck, babe. I couldn’t have done that,” he says through tears, forcing a chuckle out of me.
“You want to know what you have?” the doctor asks when the nurse takes the baby to the small bed. My eyes follow their movements remembering that they said they would put it on my chest when we took the prenatal classes. That was the plan. They would put the baby on my chest after I had it and now they are taking it.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, panic lacing my voice. Blade moves quickly, obviously noticing the same thing.
“Your daughter just needs to have a little oxygen. She looks good, though,” the nurses says when I hear her little cries again.
Tears spill down my cheeks when Blade looks between me and the baby. The look on his face is priceless.
“Go see her.”
“We have daughter, Lola. A baby girl,” he says a tear slipping down his cheek. It makes my heart leap that he’s this emotional about having her.
