Part 31 (1/2)

My wife was a fighter, and I'd be d.a.m.ned if I let her go without a fight.

”You realize that if you die, I'll have to find a replacement woman to take care of our kids. She'll be sleeping in your newly remodeled house and cooking in your state of the art kitchen, right?” I said with as much of a straight of a face as I could.

I didn't really feel like that. G.o.d forbid if something were to happen to her, because I'd be f.u.c.king lost.

She'd become such a big part of my life that I didn't think I could survive without her, without great cost to myself.

She'd also become an integral part of my son's life. And the lives of the Dixie Wardens.

She was a good wife for me. One that a vice president of a motorcycle club, like me, needed. Every day she had off, she spent at the clubhouse, or taking care of something for one of my brothers.

h.e.l.l, just last week I walked in on her sewing a patch for my father.

And that was huge. Bikers didn't let just anyone touch their colors.

”You're such a s.h.i.+t head. Let's go.” She said, rolling out of bed, as she tended to do lately.

I got up as well and took a quick shower, while Baylee dressed.

Once I was done, I grabbed Baylee's bag and headed out into the living room to find her hugging her dad.

Her parents had flown in last night for the birth.

They'd also keep an eye on Johnny during the birthing process.

”We'll meet you up there in a couple hours, sweetie. I love you, you'll do fine.'

We left shortly after that, and arrived at the reception desk in the maternity wing at five in the morning on the dot.

”Can I help you?” The nurse asked sweetly sending me nervous looks.

Baylee looked down at her protruding belly and then up at the woman and glowered. ”I'm here to have a baby.”

I snorted, but otherwise stayed quiet as the woman checked Baylee in and then a.s.signed her a room.

”You'll be in 3214 at the end of the hall. You're lucky; it's a birthing suite and the furthest away from all the others.”

I wasn't really seeing why being further away from the nurses was a good thing. It wasn't like we were going to be doing anything private in there. She was having a baby. We'd be staring at her v.a.g.i.n.a all day long.

But who was I to argue?

”You can come right on in through that door right there, and I'll have a nurse take you to your room.” She smiled sweetly at us.

The next twenty minutes was spent changing and starting an IV on Baylee, drawing blood, discussing our birth plan that consisted of drugs and more drugs on top of drugs, and speaking with the nurses about Baylee's condition.

”Alright, this bag is Pitocin. I'm going to go ahead and check you, check your cervix and dilation, and then you're all set. The rest is on you.” She said.

A few minutes after she left the room Baylee finally asked, ”Does this gown make my b.o.o.bs look big?”

”Very.”

Seventeen hours later Baylee ”If you eat that hamburger in front of me, I'm going to throw this book at your face.” I hissed at my brother and husband.

They both looked at each other and shrugged before getting up and leaving the room.

”b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.” I snarled.

I'd been in this hospital for eighteen hours now, and hadn't progressed past a five.

I hadn't eaten in well over 24, and those big b.a.s.t.a.r.ds thought it'd be okay to eat in front of me? What the h.e.l.l was that?

”I just cannot believe that man brought food.”

I said to my mother.

My mother looked over, with a mouth full of something, and shrugged.

”What are you eating?” I yelled.

Sebastian poked his head in from the hallway with a burger in his hand, and I accidentally let 'What to Expect When You're Expecting' slip from my fingers. Towards his head.

He slammed the door close in time to prevent a concussion, but I was frustrated.

I was tired. Hungry. And I wanted a hug.

I'd received my epidural when I hit five centimeters, and hadn't progressed past that point since.

The doctor was supposed to come in any minute to break me bag of water in hopes to speed up the process.

”Hey, mom. Can you get me more ice chips?” I pleaded, batting my eyes for good measure.

She smiled, snuck the package of cookies she was eating from her purse into her s.h.i.+rtsleeve, and walked out carrying the pink jug that was my friend.

Planting my hands in the bed, I tried to get into a better position when I knocked the belt that was looped around my belly, causing the machine to start going crazy.

The one measuring the baby's heartbeat had been moving and sliding off my belly all night. It didn't like me at all.

I got frustrated, trying to get the thing to pick up the baby's heartbeat when a nurse came in wearing a resigned smile. ”It came off again? I wish we weren't so busy or I'd go steal another room's monitors!”

It was clear, after another two minutes of moving the finicky piece of equipment, that something was wrong.

”What, what's wrong?” I asked frantically.

The nurse shook her head, pulled the entire gown from my arms, leaving me naked and held the monitor over my own heart.

The steady beating of my own heart was read by the machine, and then the nurse yanked the red cord above my head, making the room's alarm start shrieking.

”What's wrong?” I screamed again.