boys as natural as possible and my doctor promised me that if I go into labor naturally that I can try to push. The odds of this happening were so slim and Dr. Allen warned me that at any sign of stress he’d immediately take them C-section.
“Baby, let’s go.” Finn’s deep voice snaps me from my thoughts.
When I look up, I see the Finn who is sensible with his head on straight ready to take command. The moment I lay my eyes on his caring face all the pain takes over again, and I yelp without thinking.
“Let’s go, baby.” I feel Finn’s hands on me as he scoops me from the bed.
“It hurts,” I whimper into his chest.
“I’m here, baby girl, I’m here.”
Taking my ring finger and sliding my ruby around backwards I drag it through his beard. It’s become a reassuring habit I find myself constantly doing it while we cuddle on the couch or while he’s driving it’s become my comfort. It’s soothing and the one daily reminder that Finn is mine. All mine.
Will and Finn have a beard war going on and each day since the original bet I get to be the victor petting his trophy beard. Finn clearly has Will beat, but Will is never one to go down without a fight. The other night when I broke the news to Tommie about no other family being in the room when the babies were born she finally admitted that Will bought some beard growth hormone off of Amazon.
“You okay, Tess?” Finn asks as he places me in the front seat of his truck.
Another wave of tremors take over and I can only scream. I don’t want to react this way, but I can’t help it. The pain is relenting and seems as if it will never end. Each series of contractions notches up a level. I watch as Finn rounds the front of the truck while I scream in pain.
“Want me to call, Tommie?” He asks.
“No.”
The flashes of houses and neighborhoods fly past my peripheral as Finn drives to the local hospital.
“What if I can’t do this?”
Finn’s arm that’s held me the whole way holds me a bit tighter this time.
“You’ll be fine, baby, we’ll get you some meds.”
“No, Finn, what if I can’t be a mom.”
The thought has completely consumed my whole pregnancy. Hell, I’m the baby of the family, and, let’s face it, I was the brat of the bunch until the day my family dissolved. I’m not your everyday mother type.
“One step at a time, baby,” he reassures me.
“So, you’re saying I’m going to be shit, uh?” The red lights of the emergency room light up the cab. “I can’t believe you, Finn.”
His words and the tone of his voice instantly enrage me, and I know it’s the pain throttling my body and he’s doing everything to make it better, but I still want to punch his face.
“Baby, do you want me to call Tommie?”
Through my tears, I rip into him, “Does it look like I want you to call Tommie and quit calling me baby?” My words barely exit my body before another onset of contractions crash into me.
“Okay, Okay.”
Finn pulls the truck to a stop and I watch as he rounds it making his way directly to me. I contemplate punching him in the face as soon as he opens the door. It’s this entire sexy motherfuckers fault that I’m dying in pain. He doesn’t try to talk to me or even console me as I wrench in pain with each contraction that blows through me as soon as I hit the ER and see scrubs and smell the environment it reminds me way too much of Tommie’s practice.
“Call Tommie.”
3 Hours Later
“Tessa, you’re almost there. Keep pushing when the nurse counts. You can do this.” It’s the doctor’s voice again. I keep blacking out every time I try to push. Tommie has a hold of one leg while Finn has the other. They keep trying to tell me how well I’m doing and to push a littler harder, but the problem is every time I do I lose consciousness.
“That’s it, Tess, the baby is crowning. Keep pushing.”
The nurse’s words of encouragements help me push harder and longer. I just want
“Baby, let’s go.” Finn’s deep voice snaps me from my thoughts.
When I look up, I see the Finn who is sensible with his head on straight ready to take command. The moment I lay my eyes on his caring face all the pain takes over again, and I yelp without thinking.
“Let’s go, baby.” I feel Finn’s hands on me as he scoops me from the bed.
“It hurts,” I whimper into his chest.
“I’m here, baby girl, I’m here.”
Taking my ring finger and sliding my ruby around backwards I drag it through his beard. It’s become a reassuring habit I find myself constantly doing it while we cuddle on the couch or while he’s driving it’s become my comfort. It’s soothing and the one daily reminder that Finn is mine. All mine.
Will and Finn have a beard war going on and each day since the original bet I get to be the victor petting his trophy beard. Finn clearly has Will beat, but Will is never one to go down without a fight. The other night when I broke the news to Tommie about no other family being in the room when the babies were born she finally admitted that Will bought some beard growth hormone off of Amazon.
“You okay, Tess?” Finn asks as he places me in the front seat of his truck.
Another wave of tremors take over and I can only scream. I don’t want to react this way, but I can’t help it. The pain is relenting and seems as if it will never end. Each series of contractions notches up a level. I watch as Finn rounds the front of the truck while I scream in pain.
“Want me to call, Tommie?” He asks.
“No.”
The flashes of houses and neighborhoods fly past my peripheral as Finn drives to the local hospital.
“What if I can’t do this?”
Finn’s arm that’s held me the whole way holds me a bit tighter this time.
“You’ll be fine, baby, we’ll get you some meds.”
“No, Finn, what if I can’t be a mom.”
The thought has completely consumed my whole pregnancy. Hell, I’m the baby of the family, and, let’s face it, I was the brat of the bunch until the day my family dissolved. I’m not your everyday mother type.
“One step at a time, baby,” he reassures me.
“So, you’re saying I’m going to be shit, uh?” The red lights of the emergency room light up the cab. “I can’t believe you, Finn.”
His words and the tone of his voice instantly enrage me, and I know it’s the pain throttling my body and he’s doing everything to make it better, but I still want to punch his face.
“Baby, do you want me to call Tommie?”
Through my tears, I rip into him, “Does it look like I want you to call Tommie and quit calling me baby?” My words barely exit my body before another onset of contractions crash into me.
“Okay, Okay.”
Finn pulls the truck to a stop and I watch as he rounds it making his way directly to me. I contemplate punching him in the face as soon as he opens the door. It’s this entire sexy motherfuckers fault that I’m dying in pain. He doesn’t try to talk to me or even console me as I wrench in pain with each contraction that blows through me as soon as I hit the ER and see scrubs and smell the environment it reminds me way too much of Tommie’s practice.
“Call Tommie.”
3 Hours Later
“Tessa, you’re almost there. Keep pushing when the nurse counts. You can do this.” It’s the doctor’s voice again. I keep blacking out every time I try to push. Tommie has a hold of one leg while Finn has the other. They keep trying to tell me how well I’m doing and to push a littler harder, but the problem is every time I do I lose consciousness.
“That’s it, Tess, the baby is crowning. Keep pushing.”
The nurse’s words of encouragements help me push harder and longer. I just want
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