An Unexpected Engagement

Chapter 69

"Oh, how sweet of them to come with me!"

“And Hope went home with Florence and they packed her suitcase, don't worry.

- Fortunately! I was worried about that... Ouch... - Suddenly another contraction starts.

Steve comes over and takes my hand and I let him go, but when he's done I pull it away.

“Natasha, please don't be mad at me, this is not the time.

“There really was no more inappropriate time for me to find out that my husband is a hoax!

“Okay, I won't fight you. Let's focus on the contractions, I'm sure it will be ready soon...

Seven hours later

'Only six centimeters?' It's not possible!

— Be patient, it is normal for it to take a while. The obstetrician smiles, walking away.

“Your parents want to see you, Natasha,” Steve says walking into the room. - I said they should leave, because it can take a while, but they want to see you
before.

My mother enters the room next, and as she couldn't help but be, she's chanting and spreading incense smoke. The nurse and doctor exchange a horrified look.

— Daughter, smile at daddy! — My dad snaps a picture, the flash nearly blinding me.

"Dad, do you think I want to be in a picture like this?" “I'd been so naive to think I was going to worry about keeping myself pretty throughout the birthing process. My hair is as greasy as that pregnant woman I broke into and I just want it all to end and preferably without anyone registering this moment.

- You look beautiful, daughter! The goddess is so pleased! I can't wait for the little Golden Light of the Setting Sun to be among us.

— Mom, I already told you that my daughter won't have a crazy name like that!

"But you must choose a name!"

“We will choose, Melina. Now I think you should go. Natasha needs to focus. — Steve practically exinsult my parents.

I lean back against the pillows, tired.

This baby has to be born in the next hour, because I'm already fed up.

Twelve hours later

— Who put this song on? I grumble.

“It's the song you put on the birth plan that you wanted it to play,” Steve says.

"I hate this song, turn it off!"

Steve does what I asked and the silence is even worse.

- Natasha, let's talk?

I glare at him.

- You! It's all your fault that I'm here going through this! Do you think I want to talk to you? I really should have asked Justin to come with me and... Oh...” I forget what I was going to say when another pain rips through my body and I've also forgotten the anger when Steve grabs my hand.

Eighteen hours later

— I don't want water, I want anesthesia! I scream as another contraction rips through my body. The pains are now getting stronger and longer.

“Doctor Davis, I think Natasha has suffered enough. I hear Steve saying as the contraction wears off and I lean back against the pillows.

I feel more and more tired.

“We can use a minimal epidural dose. She will still feel movement and will be able to walk, but the pain will be lessened.

“Oh, now that you mention I can take this shit,” I growl.