grabs my hands and I can’t help but notice the heat coming off of him.
“Th … thank you.” I stammer out and jerk my hands away from his.
“Can I call someone for you?”
“No … No it’s alright. I’m …” Before I can say the word okay, I feel a gush of water between my legs. I look down in confusion, and I see water everywhere. I can feel the warmness on my legs and it dawns on me after a second, my water just broke. But that can’t be right. I have one more month to go.
“Miss, I think I need to take you to the hospital.”
“I’m fine. One more month. Not time,” I grit out through the pain, but I know I’m not making any sense.
“Miss, please. Let me take you to the hospital. My car is right around the corner.”
When the pain hits me again, I almost fall over from it. I can’t hold back the scream I let out either. The stranger grabs me, picks me up, and carries me to his car. At this point I can’t even think if he’s some sort of weirdo who likes to take young pregnant women and kill them or not. The pain is too much. I can’t think about anything but the pain.
“You’re going to be fine. I have you.” I hear him say. I can only hope he’s right. Something about his voice eases the pain just a bit. The way his strong arms wrap around me make me feel safe and light as a feather. I grab a hold of his neck tightly and lean into him, seeking his comfort. I know this is insane, and probably another stupid mistake I can add to my shit list, but something about this man comforts me. I don’t know if it’s the way he picked me up and carried me like he knows me, like he wants to actually take care of me, or the fact that he smells so good. Maybe it’s because I’m in so much pain the rational part of my brain has shut off. Whatever it is, I really could care less. I don’t want to feel this pain any longer and if this stranger says he’ll help, then fuck it.
He walks quickly to his car and gently puts me inside. He even leans over to make sure my seat belt is buckled. I grab a hold of the door handle and try to breathe through another round of this excruciating pain. I feel like I’m being ripped in half and I’m starting to feel a lot of pressure, in my vagina. Holy fuck is this normal?
“How you doing over there?” the stranger asks.
I look over at him as I say, “How the hell do you think I am? There’s an eight pound baby inside me, wanting to come out!” He says nothing, but the grin on his face says it all. I cannot believe he thinks this is amusing! How about he try and push out a fucking eight pound baby and then let’s see who’s laughing!
He pulls away from the curb and I’m pushed back into my seat by how fast he’s driving. If I wasn’t so worried about having this baby right in the floor board, I would tell him to slow down. But I honestly just want a hospital. With drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. Cars honk and pull out of his way as he races to get me to the hospital. The trip would normally take thirty minutes, but the way he’s driving, we make it in fifteen.
He jumps out of the car and opens my door. Another round of pain hits me, but this time, it’s in my back. It makes me arch and I grab a hold of his shirt. His nice white button down shirt. I think I might have ripped it, but I really don’t care.
“Eto budet v poryadke moy dragotsennyy,” he says to me as he moves in close to reach over my belly and unbuckles me.
I don’t have time to even think of what he says. He grabs me again and carefully lifts me out of the car. I lock my arms around him again and I try to relax while I have a pain free moment. I whimper against his neck and he pulls me even closer to him. Again, I wonder why this man is being so nice and caring to me. Do normal people even do this?
I know when we get inside the hospital. I can hear the nurses and other employees running around and making lots of noise. Strong arms pull me close as I hear someone paging a doctor on
“Th … thank you.” I stammer out and jerk my hands away from his.
“Can I call someone for you?”
“No … No it’s alright. I’m …” Before I can say the word okay, I feel a gush of water between my legs. I look down in confusion, and I see water everywhere. I can feel the warmness on my legs and it dawns on me after a second, my water just broke. But that can’t be right. I have one more month to go.
“Miss, I think I need to take you to the hospital.”
“I’m fine. One more month. Not time,” I grit out through the pain, but I know I’m not making any sense.
“Miss, please. Let me take you to the hospital. My car is right around the corner.”
When the pain hits me again, I almost fall over from it. I can’t hold back the scream I let out either. The stranger grabs me, picks me up, and carries me to his car. At this point I can’t even think if he’s some sort of weirdo who likes to take young pregnant women and kill them or not. The pain is too much. I can’t think about anything but the pain.
“You’re going to be fine. I have you.” I hear him say. I can only hope he’s right. Something about his voice eases the pain just a bit. The way his strong arms wrap around me make me feel safe and light as a feather. I grab a hold of his neck tightly and lean into him, seeking his comfort. I know this is insane, and probably another stupid mistake I can add to my shit list, but something about this man comforts me. I don’t know if it’s the way he picked me up and carried me like he knows me, like he wants to actually take care of me, or the fact that he smells so good. Maybe it’s because I’m in so much pain the rational part of my brain has shut off. Whatever it is, I really could care less. I don’t want to feel this pain any longer and if this stranger says he’ll help, then fuck it.
He walks quickly to his car and gently puts me inside. He even leans over to make sure my seat belt is buckled. I grab a hold of the door handle and try to breathe through another round of this excruciating pain. I feel like I’m being ripped in half and I’m starting to feel a lot of pressure, in my vagina. Holy fuck is this normal?
“How you doing over there?” the stranger asks.
I look over at him as I say, “How the hell do you think I am? There’s an eight pound baby inside me, wanting to come out!” He says nothing, but the grin on his face says it all. I cannot believe he thinks this is amusing! How about he try and push out a fucking eight pound baby and then let’s see who’s laughing!
He pulls away from the curb and I’m pushed back into my seat by how fast he’s driving. If I wasn’t so worried about having this baby right in the floor board, I would tell him to slow down. But I honestly just want a hospital. With drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. Cars honk and pull out of his way as he races to get me to the hospital. The trip would normally take thirty minutes, but the way he’s driving, we make it in fifteen.
He jumps out of the car and opens my door. Another round of pain hits me, but this time, it’s in my back. It makes me arch and I grab a hold of his shirt. His nice white button down shirt. I think I might have ripped it, but I really don’t care.
“Eto budet v poryadke moy dragotsennyy,” he says to me as he moves in close to reach over my belly and unbuckles me.
I don’t have time to even think of what he says. He grabs me again and carefully lifts me out of the car. I lock my arms around him again and I try to relax while I have a pain free moment. I whimper against his neck and he pulls me even closer to him. Again, I wonder why this man is being so nice and caring to me. Do normal people even do this?
I know when we get inside the hospital. I can hear the nurses and other employees running around and making lots of noise. Strong arms pull me close as I hear someone paging a doctor on