After the epidural, the doctor checked her vitals and attached her to the machine so that we can hear our baby's heartbeat.
"Okay... On the count of three. One...... Two.... Three, push!"
"Ahh! Flip, fudge, motherfidgetspinner! Faucet runner!!"
I didn't even have the time to focus on her profanities as I was too busy trying to hold her hand which she was gripping like a vice.
"We need more. This isn't working... Love, do more. More pushes. Come on. Do it." The doctor encouraged her but she just fell back to bed while shaking her head left and right with a pained expression on her face.
"I-I can't... I-it hurts... Hurts badly.. T-t-too much pain. I-I can't."
My eyes widened and I looked at the doctor to see her standing there with a worried expression on her face.
I had Rozella's back against my chest with my legs intertwined with hers. I pushed her head back to me and she relaxed on my chest. I bent down and kissed her cheeks and nose.
"You can do it baby. You can. Make me proud Zelli. Make your baby K proud... Do it baby. I know it hurts. Baby, I can see it. But just get up.. For me... Fight for me baby. Please love."
She was breathing heavily with tears rolling down her cheeks to the point where I couldn't wipe all of them.
"Kezr, Iam sorry. It's hurting too much..... But I'll do it... For you." She looked at me upside down and kissed me.
"Do it, love. Push and we'll have our little angel with us."
She nodded and straightened herself. The doctor smiled at me and then looked at Rozella.
"Ready?" Rozella nodded.
"Baby. I love you. So much. You'll be fine.... We'll be fine. I love you. Alot."
"And push!!!"
Rozella's face contorted to one of pure pain and suffering.
"Do it baby. Iam here. I love you. So much. Iam so proud of you baby."
"Two more Ella! Two more!"
"I love you baby. Iam proud of you. I'll give you a gallon of chilli gravy, so much of it."
And suddenly a crying voice filled the entire room and Rozella's body fell on my chest.
"Congratulations! A sweet, sweet baby boy you have" I smiled at the doctor and felt my heart skipping beats.
I saw the doctors cleaning my little bean and taking him away from me.
No. I won't let it happen.
"Baby, I gotta go with them, it's okay if you-"
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