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Throwing my legs out of bed as best I can with a beach ball belly that feels more and more like a bowling ball by the day, I wipe the wetness from my lashes and get ready to face the day.
Food should probably come first, but the moment I’m on my feet, the nausea that hits me definitely diverts my mind from the idea of food. If I’m going to just vomit it back up, I’d rather just skip it altogether.
I head into the bathroom after pulling out some clothes for the day. A shower will hopefully lessen the nausea making it possible to eat afterwards. I want to get to the bar as early as I can, but I’m moving slower and slower these days.
A sudden wave of dizziness hits me followed by another intense bout of pain in my abdomen. Hitting the timer again, I desperately hold onto the wall, praying I don’t pass out while I wait for the pain to subside.
This isn’t good. Fuck me, this can’t be happening.
All night I was woken up by small tight cramps, the same ones I’ve been having for days. There was one really bad one at about eight o’clock, right after Adam left for the day, but I didn’t think much of it. These ones, though? They have me freaking the fuck out.
Once the pain ends, I check the contraction timer, noting the pain seems to be about ten minutes apart and again, around a minute long.
Tears pool in my eyes as I stare at my phone in uncertainty. Who the fuck do I call? I don’t want to burden Adam right now, not when he has so much to deal with already. Rhys and Hudson both feel unreliable to me which amps up the fear tightening my chest.
I could call Juliette, but she’ll just tell Adam and then the burden is on him anyway. Dot would do the same with Hudson and Poppy would probably call Dot leading to Hudson again which, I guess, leaves me with no one.
Swallow my pride and call Rhys or Hudson?
Do this on my own and head to the Hospital?
The terrified, angry parts of me want to do this on my own. I could never trust anyone before I met the guys, which meant I did a lot on my own. I could do this.
The parts of me that love them so wholeheartedly I would die for them tell me to swallow my fucking pride and reach out.
Love wins out over my fear. I’m not the same woman I was when I couldn’t trust anyone. Who I am now, she needs support from the men she loves.
Hitting Rhys’ number, I anxiously wait for him to answer his phone. Please, please, please let me get all of this out before another wave of pain hits me.
His voicemail clicks on after ringing forever. Snot and tears mix on my face, the tightness in my chest growing with every passing minute.
Using a few deep breaths to try to calm myself, I push the fear back as much as I can. My bladder is screaming at me to be released, so I’ll do that and then try Hudson. If Hudson doesn’t answer, which is fifty fifty since he can’t look at his phone while actively working, then I will go to Adam.
The act of emptying my bladder causes another wave of pain and dizziness to wash over me. My stomach tightens and excruciating pain radiates all over my abdomen and straight down into my vagina.
Thankfully in my haze of pain, I hit the app and started the timer again. I know when I get to the hospital, they’ll want this information. That fear of being turned away when I know something isn’t right this time has me vigilantly tracking these godawful fucking contractions.
My phone buzzes before the contraction ends and I mindlessly answer it, hoping it’s one of the guys.
“Hello?” I cry out, breathing heavily into the phone.
“Um, Alayna? Are you okay?” Hayley asks, her voice causing more emotions to crawl up my throat. “What’s going on?”
“I need help,” I cry, not even bothering to hide the sobs. “I think I’m in labour and I don’t know what to do.”
“Oh, shit! Fuck! Does my brother know? Is anyone there with you?” Hayley’s panic helps lessen my own by a fraction. If I’m going to get help, she needs to be able to understand me.
“I’m alone. No one knows,” I say between hiccups from the crying and hyperventilating. “I tried Rhys but I was hit with another awful contraction.”
“MOM!” Hayley screams in the background. “Hold on, Lay. We’ll get you to the hospital and we’ll get a hold of the guys. Mom! Grab your purse and your keys. Call Hudson, Rhys, and Adam, tell them we’re going to grab Alayna and taking her to the hospital. She’s in labour.”
Dot’s voice comes slightly muffled through the receiver. “Oh, no! Is she okay? WE’RE COMING, SWEET GIRL! HOLD TIGHT!”
“I’m guessing you caught that?” Hayley says with an awkward laugh. “We’re on our way. I”m going to keep you on the phone and hook you up to the car. If you need to call 911 before we can get to you, hang up and call. We’ll be there as quickly as possible!”
A strangled thank you is all I can get out through the tears. Cleaning myself up, I try to ignore the blood I see on the toilet paper and keep my shit together while I’m already falling apart.
Dot’s voice cuts in and out in the background, she’s talking to who I can only assume is one of my guys.
