The Workaholic Wife ✅

Her Howling Heart

When these two idiots get out of me, and if I come out of this labor unscathed, I will personally whack the twins on their heads. It's like they wanted to torture me.

I mean, couldn't they have decided to make their way into the world a few minutes after I had reached Indian soil?

"Push! Push!" The emergency responder yells. My hand is tightly interlocked with Aniket's, otherwise, I would probably slap this guy to the other side of India.

I holler at the inconsiderate man. I've told him for the hundredth time that my pregnancy isn't a normal one. "How the hell can I push? There's two of them!"

"Well, you have to push, ma'am!" The man yells again. Is he uneducated? Does he even know what conjoined twins are?

"Go to hell!" I scream at him. Aniket is blocking my line of vision by standing right over me.

Aniket grunts as I yell out from the contractions.

"God, Krithi. My hand hurts!" Aniket complains, clenching his teeth.

"Too bad."

The emergency responder was fiddling with the SPO2 monitor on my finger, scratching his head as he tries to read the screen.

"Are you new?" I ask incredulously.

The man smiles sheepishly, looking up at me with disdain. "No, It's been a month."

So he is new.

He doesn't even know how to take BP; who the hell hired him? If it were up to me, I'd fire the guy in his training period.

"How long will it take to get St.Anne's?"

The man shrugs, going back to fondling with the blood pressure cuff. He puts it on backwards, and I growl as he tries to inflate it in vain. He fumbles with turning on the stethoscope, and I reach over to it quickly, having enough of his inexperience.

"Uh, your doing it wrong." I scream at the man. I grab my arm, detaching the Velcro from its counterpart. The man watches as I walk him to through the process of taking blood pressure. I must say, he was a fast learner. Or it was just my teaching skills.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Aniket screams, looking between me and the responder.

I crane my neck towards his direction, growing agitated with his constant nervousness. I mean, I am the one giving birth here.

"Taking Blood pressure." I say coldly.

"Be serious here, Krithi. You're going into labour!" He says.

I wince as another contraction pounds through my pelvic region. "Really? I didn't notice." I tell him, groaning in pain.

I notice his fingers turn red, and I let go, sympathizing with him. Aniket gasps and pulls back from me, and surveys his shaking hands for major damage.

"I think you broke my hand. It's swelling." He says wryly.

"I think you deserve it." I say in the same tone, overcome with emotions. "Give me you other hand." I order him, teeth chattering in shock.

He obeys, albeit with a deep scowl imprinted on his face. "I love you and all, but my hand will definitely loathe you after this." He chuckles. "If you want revenge on me, this is not the way."