Layla (Not Edited)|✔️

Chapter 40

"Does it look like I'm fucking ok?" I snapped

"Tesoro calm down"

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down! You're not the one who is about to push out another human out of your vagina" I wheezed.

"Alright. Let's just get you to the infirmary" he said kissing my sweaty forehead.

We went inside and he helped me up onto the bed.

"Help me out of these clothes" I said pulling up my shirt.

"Why?" he asked confused.

"I can't exactly push a baby out through my leggings" I said in a duh tone.

"Oh right"

He helped me out of my clothes and slipped on my hospital gown.

"How far away is the doctor?" I asked lying down on the bed.

"He's almost here. Just hang on"

"Easy for you to say" I said through clenched teeth grabbing a hold of his hand. I squeezed hard every time a contraction hit.

"I'm here" the doctor said walking in.

He sat on the stool at the foot of the bed and asked me to spread my legs. I did as I was told, even with Emilio glaring daggers at the poor man trying to do his job. The doctor stuck two fingers inside me testing to see if I was fully dilated.

"She's not ready" the doctor declared sitting up straight.

"What do you mean she's not ready?" Emilio asked the doctor trying to hold in his anger.

"She isn't fully dilated as yet. She can walk around for a bit to help speed up the process" he suggested.

He left the room and I got off the bed with Emilio's help. He held my hand as I took small steps around the room. It was pure torture doing it, but I also wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.

I bend over in pain, with Emilio holding me as another contraction hit. There were coming more often than before so I knew the baby would be coming soon.

"Aaaargh" I screamed as another contraction hit.

"It's going to be ok" Emilio tried to comfort me. It was easy for him to say because he wasn't the one in pain. I felt movement inside my stomach and I knew it was time.

"Get the doctor" I said through clenched teeth, trying to hold in my cries of pain.

Going back over to the bed I got ready and the doctor took his seat at the stool again.

"Ok. I'm going to need you to push on my count" he instructed and I nodded my head frantically.

Emilio was with me the whole time holding my hand. He looked helplessly down at me as he saw the unshed tears in my eyes. He knew I was in pain and I know it must have pained him to not be able to do anything to help.

"1, 2, 3. Push!" he instructed.

I pushed with everything I had, squeezing Emilio's hand. I knew he was in pain from the way that I was gripping his hand, but he never complain. Instead, he whispered encouraging words in my ear and kissed my sweaty forehead every now and then.

I pushed again and fell back on the bed. Push after push and I was now completely drained. I lay on the bed exhausted, not having the strength to push again.

"One last push" the doctor encouraged.

"I can't" I said crying.

"Of course you can sweetheart. You can do anything" Emilio leaned down and peck my lips. He pulled back and gave me an encouraging smile, looking at me lovingly.