Chapter 596 - Five Hundred And Ninety-Six: Restaurant Labor (2/2)

Most nodded.

”Fine, next step! Get your asses out of here because it's about to get messy - I bet most of you haven't seen childbirth before...” she said pointedly to the male already on their feet, ”You male should show more respect and love to your women because this woman is about to have her hole stretched beyond imaginable limit, all thanks to pregnancy!” Reina preached.

She added, ”Sorry for the inconvenience but I'll make sure you're rewarded immensely,” Reina promised them and none of the workers even attempted to stop knowing how influential she was - she would compensate them all.

Most of the men were quick to leave the restaurant before their female partners nor did any of them dare to take any picture nor video. They knew to respect a pregnant woman - especially one in labor.

”We have a problem,” Camille announced.

”What is it?”

”There's a traffic on the way and the paramedic estimate about fifteen minutes to get here,”

”God,” Reina gasped, ”That's too long,” her gaze resting on Cecil who was now on a seat, unable to stand anymore and attacked by more contractions.

”At this rate, we have to deliver by ourselves,”

Reina dropped the bomb on everyone.

”What?!” Lisa who just arrived with the manager was the most shocked, ”You can't be serious, we are not even practitioners - I haven't even given birth!”

”But you've seen one and acted one,” Reina pointed out, ”Emily and I have experienced childbearing and seen one,” She turned to Camille, ”You've watched one as well. Moreover, we have the internet to help us out and help is on the way,”

There was silence as everyone weighed the pros and cons.

”Come on, girls we can do it!” She encouraged them.

Emily sighed, rubbing her face with her palm, she was not a fan of giving birth without a medical practitioner because of her own trauma.

Lisa was sure this wasn't a bad idea - this was no movie but reality. And in reality, shits are real. Anything could go wrong if they played superheroes.

Camille was not any different. She knew nothing about giving birth but then, some instincts are hardwired.

However, before they could make up their minds, Cecil cursed, ”I swear to God if you don't fucking get this baby out of me I'll shoot you motherfuckers in the brain when I'm back on my feet,”

And that was all the motivation they needed. Although they knew Cecil didn't mean it, they still acknowledged the threat. They had to do something.

Reina turned to the manager, ”We need a private room and possibly one that has a bed,”

”You can use my office….” the man trailed off realizing it would get messy in there.

”You're office then!” Reina finalized it - there was no arguing about using his office. She added her necessities immediately, ” I need clean waters, soap, sanitizers, warm water, at least four clean towels, clean sheets, and a plastic bag,” she hoped she got it all.

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