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“Upstairs. He’s asleep. Pray for me, Ma,” I cried into the phone.
Her prayers always worked. I swear they did. That’s why I called her in the first place.
“Okay. Close your eyes, Normani,” she told me, and I put the phone on speaker, dropped it in my lap, and I closed my eyes.
“Father God, I’m coming to you right now, asking You to give my daughter the strength that she needs right now to bring my granddaughter into this world. Father God, I hear the pain in my baby’s voice, and I know that it’s time. I know it’s time. Father God, I’m asking you to have your arms wrapped around the entire process of this labor. Bless it all, Father God, from the vehicle that they will use to get her to the hospital, to the doctor who will deliver my beautiful baby and—”
“MAAAAAAAA,” I cried, cutting off her prayer because in the middle of her praying, I felt warm fluids rushing out of me. I looked down and saw the clear fluids that were coming out of me like urine, so I knew then that my water had broken.
“Normani, you—”
“Ma, my water broke. My water broke, Ma,” I screamed.
“Billionaireeeeee!” I screamed my husband’s name, hoping that he could hear me because I knew I would not make it up those stairs.
“I knew it was time. I’m getting ready to call your sister. We will meet you there. I love you, baby,” my mom said.
“I love you too, Ma,” I said, and then I hung up the phone.
At the same time, I heard my husband running down the stairs. I was still contracting, rocking my body, and trying to ease the pain, but nothing was working. Billionaire made it into the living room, in just his briefs. He looked down at me on the floor, saw the evidence that my water had broken, and his hands went over his mouth like he was shocked that this was really happening.
“Baby, you gotta get the bags. Bring me down something to throw on,” I said, talking to him through my pain.
Billionaire took a few moments to process all of this, but he eventually took off. He came back in a matter of minutes, and this time, he was fully dressed. He just brought a pair of tights down for me, so I could throw them on. Billionaire helped me put them on, and with the Gucci diaper bag wrapped around him, and my hospital bag wrapped around him too, he lifted me in his arms to carry me out the door.
“Why the fuck you was down here anyway?” he asked as he carried me out of the front door.
“I didn’t want to wake you up. I was in pain. I still am,” I groaned.
“So fuckin’ what? Everything stops for you, and you know that,” he said.
I promise I didn’t even have the strength to say anything back to him.
One hour later
“Was the dick worth it, Normani?” Twinkle asked me in a low whisper, so the adults in the room wouldn’t hear her, like my mom and my husband’s mom.
Twinkle was in Miami because she was packing up at her old house. She would be moving to Cali for good at the end of the week. As much as I loved Twinkle, and as much as I considered her a little sister, she had been fuckin’ with me since we got to the hospital, and I was ready to slap her ass in the face. This stubborn baby still hadn’t graced us with her presence yet.
When I made it to the hospital, I’d quickly jumped to five centimeters, and forty-five minutes later, I was ten centimeters. I had been pushing so far for over five minutes. My body was drenched in sweat, and everyone in this room had seen everything on my body. I came out of that hospital gown two minutes ago because I was hot. Everyone was witnessing me right now in rare form as I cried. I screamed for both my husband and my mother. I screamed for this baby to hurry up and rip out of me. Everything about this just needed to be over.
I was still doing it naturally, and at this point, it was too late for me to ask for an epidural because I wouldn’t even be able to sit still for that. Twinkle was standing on one side of me, at the head of the bed, while my husband was on the other side. He was using the cold face towel to wipe the sweat off my body. My mom, Billionaire’s mother, and my sister were all
at the foot, wanting to be the first to see the baby.
“Twinkle, moveeee!” I cried, really wanting to slap her because she was irritating the hell out of me.
“Twink, leave her the fuck alone, bruh. Ima make sure she does the same shit to you in a few months when it’s yo’ turn,” my husband said.
“Doctor Davidson, the next time you feel another contraction, I need you to push harder than ever. This baby can be out in less than two minutes,” my doctor said.
“Yo, that’s Doctor Knox. That’s a married woman right there,” my husband snapped to my doctor.
Everyone in the room laughed because Billionaire could be such an asshole at times. I thought that pushing would be a piece of cake because I watched my sister do it, but it wasn’t. I had been pushing so hard that I popped a blood vessel in my eye, so my right eye was bloody looking. I was really in there, going through it. That contraction came that the doctor was telling me about, and I could see on the monitor that it was a powerful one, so I cried through it as I pushed, but nothing.
“I can’ttttt,” I cried, shaking my head on the pillow, feeling defeated.
My husband leaned his head in and kissed away the tears and the sweat dripping off me.
