Chapter 35: Damian
Working as quickly as possible, I remove her clothes and place the soft white T-shirt over her head. She gazes up at me with trembling lips when I finish. I give her a quick, hard kiss before another contraction hits. Raul takes her hand when it ends and I move to the bottom of the bed.
"As soon as the next pain is over, we're going to move you closer to the end of the bed," I tell her like I know what I'm doing. We wait and when the pain passes, we all help guide her bottom closer to the foot of the bed, leaving room for her feet to rest on the edge of the mattress with her knees bent.
Paul enters the room again with another large bowl. He places it on the dresser and stands by the door. I walk over and speak in a low voice, "Any words of wisdom?"
Paul is a fountain of information. "Don't pull on the head, it will turn to the side naturally, and then the body will slip out. Place the baby face down on Lydia's bare tummy and cover it with a blanket or towel. Don't worry about the cord right away. If the paramedics aren't here shortly, we'll go to the next step."
"Thanks, I need to have a look and see what's going on. Any advice there?"
"If you can see the baby's head, it's time. Have her push with the pain."
Lydia starts groaning again and Paul steps from the room. I go back to work. "When this pain is over, I'm going to have a look," I tell her with a confidence I don't feel.
"Shut the fuck up and just let me deal with this pain," she yells.
Her attitude makes me smile and I take a deep breath. "Yes, dear," I reply as sweetly as possible. Scared Lydia isn't easy to handle, but now the real Lydia is back. Having a baby outside the hospital is definitely something she can handle.
"Fuck you," she snaps back at me.
"I knew your potty mouth would activate sooner or later," I mumble.
The pain ends and I move her legs wider apart to check on the baby's progress. The head isn't showing yet. I rest my hand on her thigh and begin rubbing the skin to soothe her.
"Don't touch my legs," she cries.
It's like touching a hot surface and I jerk my hand away. "Yes, ma'am," I say while fighting laughter. She's so damn bossy and there's no reason childbirth would be different.
"I swear if you're laughing at me, we're getting divorced." Another pain takes over.
I change places with Trisha, who is on the opposite side of Raul. I take Lydia's hand expecting to be snapped at again. She releases Raul and rolls slightly toward me. She grasps my hand and groans through the pain.
"I don't think I can do this," she says when it subsides.
"You're wrong," I tell her with confidence. "I have no doubt you can do this."
"But I had it all arranged," she cries. "They were giving me an epidural as soon as I got to the hospital. My doctor promised."
I kiss her cheek and smooth hair from the side of her face. "I love you. You will be a wonderful mother and we're almost ready to welcome our daughter."
Her breathing picks up along with the pressure on my hand. I sit with her wishing I could take the pain away. The contractions grow steadily and then seem to slow. I check with Paul and he tells me that's normal when it's getting close. Raul and Trisha both look as terrified as I feel. I do everything I can to show them and Lydia that we can do this.
I'll check her again in ten minutes. She's moaning nonstop now and I'm completely helpless to take the pain away.
"Red, red, oh, God," she screams.
My heart clenches. "Your Domme is the baby right now and she's stubborn like mommy and not listening."
"Mommy always listens to red. I can't take this. Please help me." Now my heart breaks.
I look up at Raul. He walks around to my side of the bed and takes my place. Trisha moves to the other side and I check to see if Lydia's made progress.
There's a small amount of blood on the towel beneath her. I move her knees apart and see a tuft of dark hair. Thank God, I think to myself. "It's time, baby," I whisper.
"No shit, Sherlock. She's killing me and I need to push," she groans.
I turn to Raul and he's fighting laughter like me. Trisha gives us both a stern look, but I see the merriment in her eyes.
Another pain begins and I can see more of my daughter's hair. It's not really dark. No, it's short and red. Oh Abby, you will give your father a merry chase.
"She's almost here, Lydia, push with the pain and then stop when I tell you to."
"I will do no su...ahhh, it hurts."
"Raul, get on the bed behind her and help her sit a little."
Raul moves fast and situates himself so he can hold Lydia.
"Trisha, prepare a blanket and hand it to me when I ask." I'm using my authoritative voice for Lydia's benefit. I know it will keep her calm. I also hide my shaking hands because that will do the opposite.
The pain slows and more coaching begins when the next one starts. "You need to push, Lydia, push hard."
"I can't. Please, I can't."
"I'm going to slap your ass for that one. Push damn it!"
Her face tightens and she pushes. The baby's head is almost out.
"Hold on, Lydia, no pushing right now. Wait for the pain."
"I'm going to kill you. It's your fault the power went out and you got me into this mess with your wiggly squiggles. I'm better off swallowing," she wails.
If I look at anyone, I won't be able to control my laughter. Trisha makes a slight noise but manages to keep herself together. When the next pain starts, Lydia screams with a final push and our daughter enters the world. I stand looking at my bloody hands holding the most precious gift in the universe and feel tears well in my eyes. Her small slippery frame is perfect. Her eyes are open and her tiny face scrunched up as she lets loose with a solid cry, which grows louder with each passing second.
I look into Lydia's sweat-covered face. "I love you." I place a kiss on Abby's head and lift her to Lydia's exposed belly. Trisha hands me the blanket she's holding, and I cover Lydia and the baby.
Paul walks in. "I'll go check on the ambulance."
I slide onto the bed beside my wife and don't take my eyes from her and the baby. Everyone files out and the door closes behind them. I kiss Lydia's hair and inhale her scent. "You're my world, baby. Thank you for my daughter."
Her hand smooths over the crown of the baby's head. "She's beautiful."
I'm looking at Lydia when I answer. "Breathtaking. I want another next year."
She laughs and says, "Not going to happen." She smiles at me with so much love. I'm finally able to breathe.
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