CHAPTER 59
I wake up in the early morning to terrible back pain, my lower back killing, my hips hurting like they were out of place. As I roll over, trying to get comfortable, the pressure becomes more intense to the point where even breathing deeply hurts, taking my breath away and leaving me panting.
I sit up with a groan, and Silas too rolls over also waking. His hand goes to my lower back as he rubs it, feeling the pain I am in through the bond. His thumbs digs into my lower back as he messages the area from where the pain is radiating.
“Maybe have a shower, it might help with the discomfort,” he says while still rubbing my back in circles. I nod, my belly going hard as the pain intensifies, and I watch my round belly tense, feel it under my hand.
“Labour?” asks Silas.
“No, it is in my back, probably Braxton Hicks,” I tell him, though, this is more painful, but shouldn’t it be in the front not the back?
I wonder. Everything I read said it was like having terrible period pain, saying that I didn’t read many books.
Some of it horrified me so I mainly read the ones about after the baby is born.
“I will send Dakari to go get them,” Silas says but I wave him off, the pain suddenly leaving as quickly as it started.
“No, it’s fine, see it’s going now,” I tell finally catching a breath as the pain subsides.
“Maybe I should just in case,” he says.
“No, because then they will have to leave again. They should be back tomorrow, I’m not due yet I still have a week,” I tell him.
“You know you can go early?“ he says, and I nod.
“Yeah, but I am fine now,” I tell him. He sighs, leaning over and kissing my belly.
I let him, and he places his head on my knee, mumbling something I can’t understand as he presses his lips against my stomach.
I run my fingers through his hair which is getting longer.
My touch causes his eyes to snap to me and he leans on one elbow looking back up at me.
“Sorry, I got carried away,” he says, his hand rubbing over my bump softly.
He then hops up, walking into the bathroom and I hear the shower turn on. A moment later, he walks out holding his hand out to me. His naked body stands in front me with no care in the world that his junk is eye level with me.
I roll my eyes while smirking at my now blushing face being caught staring. “My eyes are up here love,” he says with a smirk on his face, taking his hand letting him haul me to my feet.
I hop in the shower, Silas enters in behind me, starting the other shower head. The warmth eases the back pain that instantly started to return as I stood up. Silas adjusts his shower head so it hits my back as well.
“I think I should send for Matitus and Dragus,” he says, and I shake my head.
“No, I must have slept funny, it’s in my back not my front,” I tell him.
“I read in that baby book there is a thing called back labour,” he says, and I raise an eyebrow at him. “You better hope this kid is small, cause he’s gonna tear you from asshole to navel,” he says.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“No, I was just telling you, I’ve seen pictures, that book is very detailed, you know some women shit during labour?”
“Oh my god stop Silas you’re not helping.”
“What I am just saying.”
“Well, I don’t want to know, and stop reading whatever that book is, you’re grossing me out,” I tell him.
“You’re grossed out, someone took a picture of a woman crowning. I thought she had a major bush, turns out that was the head, and it had a lot of hair,” he says with a chuckle, making me laugh.
“Ah don’t make me laugh it hurts,” I whine, clutching my belly.
“I should get Victor to check you out,” he muses while my mouth falls open horrified at the thought.
“No definitely not,” I tell him.
“How else are we supposed to know if you’re in labour or not?” he asks.
“I am not spreading my legs in front of Victor”
“Why not, you spread them for us all the time” he says, and I slap him.
“No, we will know when my waters break, how long does it take for them to get back from the caves?” I ask him.
“Flying half an hour,” he says, and I nod the pain easing off again.
“See Braxton Hicks,” I tell him.
“Want me to check?” he says, wiggling his fingers in front of my face.
“No and stop being annoying,” I tell him, grabbing his fingers with a chuckle.
“See, laughter is the best medicine.”
“Says you.”
“No, I didn’t come up with that saying I stole it, sounds about right though,” he says, lacing his fingers through mine and stepping closer, making me look up at him. He lets go of my hands rubbing the sides of my belly.
“You’re fascinated by it aren’t you, you keep rubbing it.”
“Well, this is the closest you have let me get, and the longest you have been in a room with me in months,” he says, and I feel his sadness through the bond, guilt hitting me.
“Don’t feel guilty, I made some bad choices Lora,” he says, his hand cupping my cheek.
“I shouldn’t have killed your father, I’m sorry,” I admit, knowing that is something I should have let him do.
I see his eyes flicker with some strange emotion I can’t identify through the bond. It was so fleeting.
“I should go make breakfast,” he says, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist. He walks out.
I try to feel him through the bond when I feel myself suddenly shoved out and blocked, making my stomach drop.
Was it something I said? I didn’t understand his sudden mood change or the emotion behind it, felt foreign, felt cold.
Hopping out, I wrap a towel around me and walk into the room. Silas walks out of the walk in with a pair of shorts on.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” I tell him, trying to pull some pajama pants on.
“Just argh, just why mention it, you didn’t have to mention it,” he says.
“What, you can apologize, and I am expected to accept it right off the bat because we are mates, but when I do you carry on. I don’t understand you, sometimes you’re such a hypocrite,” I tell him.
“Don’t Elora, just stop. Everything was fine then you have to open your mouth and mention my father,” he snaps.
“Why do I even bother,” I mutter, pulling on my shirt as pain starts moving across my back again, making me clutch the nightstand.
“What? Speak up Lora didn’t catch that,” he snaps at me, and I watch him step forward.
“Nothing Silas,” I tell him, not willing to argue with him while I am in pain. He growls, quickly walking out and slamming the door.
I remain in the room, the pain coming and going.
I don’t think I could make it down the stairs even if I wanted to.
Getting up, I head for the shower, the pain intensifies, spreading around my entire lower belly.
My mind is only able to focus on the pain as I try and breathe through it as I clutch on to the taps, making me cry out as an agonised noise rips from my lips.
Silas walks in staring at me from next to the sink basin.
“I am sending for them, hopefully they are already on the way,” he says, and I nod.
He walks out and I hear the door shut as the pain subsides and I get out again intending to go ask Silas to get Abbie.
Silas walks in, as I am trying to get my shirt on as pain has me doubling over, clutching onto the side of the bed to stop my legs from going out from under me.
“Pluto is going to get them.”
I nod, unable to form words through my gritted teeth when I feel it… my legs becoming drenched, and I feel like I wet myself. Looking down, I see water running down my legs and onto the floor.
“My water broke,” I tell him, and I feel his hand rubbing my back as I try to breathe through the next contraction.
I feel my belly tighten, the first give away is the niggling tightening in my abdomen.
The pain moves throughout me, my stomach contracting, making me forget how to breathe.
Silas grabs me gently and lays me on the bed, the pressure in my back intensifying as I roll on my side trying to relieve the pressure building up.
I feel like I need to go to the bathroom, yet I can’t move.
I knew I should have sent for them earlier as I watch her lay there, writhing in pain. I clench my teeth as I feel her pain. Even though I only receive a lesser dose of it, it is still enough to make me squirm.
“Just breathe,” I tell her, not knowing what else to say or do.
“You fucking breathe,” she snaps at me as she makes a pained groaning noise. Just as one contraction lets off another comes, and I sit on the bed beside her rubbing her legs.
“I need to go to the toilet,” she says, making me furrow my brows.
“What, now?”
“Yes!” she groans, the sound guttural and deep as she clutches the sheets, her teeth clenched so tightly I am sure they are going to break when I see her face turning red, a grunting noise escaping her lips.
I push her legs apart and nearly faint, she tries slapping my hands away when I force her legs back open.
“I don’t think you need to go to the toilet,” I tell her as I watch her face as she turns red again and I realize she is actually pushing.
“I need to push,” she groans as I watch her stomach tighten.
“Push then,” I tell her and her eyes snap open.
“Get Abbie!” she cries.
“I don’t think we have time for that, just push with the contractions,” I tell her.
“I am!” she snaps at me. She pushes with the next one and I see the head and nearly throw up. I should have got Abbie I think to myself, so much blood, I feel my face drain of color.
“Don’t you fucking faint,” she screams at me.
“So much blood.” I squirm at the sight.
“You’re kidding, right? You have killed people and you are worried about blood?” she breathes while groaning and pushing again.
“It’s different,” I tell her as I watch, catching a glimpse of something before it goes. I push her legs apart further as she pushes again to see the baby’s head crowning.
“I can’t, I can’t,” she cries sobbing as she waits for the next contraction. I watch her belly tense, and she holds her breath.