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Share Us
“Yeah, of course. Girls, go into the living room and set up. Your father and I will take you both,” Mom offers.
My sisters kiss me on the cheek as they walk past in a flurry.
“Girls, make yourselves at home, eat anything and watch anything, just try not to give Ethan too much junk, okay? And no swear words,” I call out to the girls as they walk down the hall to the living room.
“Yeah, yeah,” Skye calls back.
I know they’ll give him heaps of junk, they always do, but I have a more significant issue to worry about right now.
“Right, where is she?” Dad asks. Obviously seeing my concern, I point to the bedroom.
We all walk in, and Sarah’s off the bed and pacing the floor, holding on to her back.
“Okay, you ready to go?” I ask, and she nods, smiling at Mom.
“Hi, sweetheart, how you are doing?” Mom asks.
Sarah nods as she works through her breathing. I step over and wrap my arm around her as Dad gathers her bags, and we help her walk out to the car.
Fuck, I hate seeing her in pain like this.
If I could take it away, I would. In a heartbeat.
We arrive at the hospital a short time later, and everything’s happening so quickly.
Sarah is out of the car and into a wheelchair before I can catch my breath.
We say goodbye to Mom and Dad as they take us through to the birthing suite.
The room is cozy, and luckily, we’re on our own. We know how feisty Sarah can get, so sharing with another person is never going to be a good thing. I help her get changed into a gown and onto the bed.
My heart hasn’t stopped racing since this all started. For some reason, I thought this would be less scary than Ethan’s birth, but it’s just as fucking terrifying.
I sit next to Sarah’s bed and hold her hand as the midwife does her tests.
“Has your water broken yet, hon?” she asks.
Sarah shakes her head.
I’m surprised at how quiet she’s being. I thought, in a typical Sarah style, she would let everyone know she’s here, but all she’s doing is concentrating on her breathing and moaning a hell of a lot.
“Okay, I’m about to check how dilated you are,” the midwife says, as she moves to the end of the bed.
After the test, the midwife says reassuringly, “Okay, hon, we’ve got a long way to go. Try to rest as much as you can and reserve your strength for the birth.”
Sarah simply nods.
Looks like we’re in for a long night.
We’ve been here for what seems like a damn eternity. Sarah’s contractions are getting worse, and she’s beginning to become more vocal. So far, I’ve been called every name under the sun. I know she doesn’t mean it, and I can’t help but laugh when she goes off, which only makes her angrier.
I love her feistiness, always have.
That’s how we ended up together at the party when we met. She was smoking hot, still is.
I wanted to dance with her.
She said no and told me to fuck off.
