EPILOGUE
August 3rd
M y insides burn. It feels as though I'm trying to push the insides out of my body. "We're driving as fast as we can," Damon whispers beside me as Sam slams on the petal. I thought I had been through pain before, but nothing compares to this.
Not an ounce of pain has ever come close to this.
"Well, fucking drive faster before I have this baby in the damn car!" I screech as another contraction hits me. Damon rubs his thumb across my cheek as I cry out again. He thinks his touch might keep me sane, but nothing is keeping me sane.
Not until this baby is born, and the pain is gone. I look up at Sam, his eyes glancing between me and the road every second. "I'm driving, Aussie," he whispers.
Yeah! You're bloody driving and I'm going to give birth in a fucking Jeep at this rate! Pain overtakes me once again as another contraction hits. Jesus . I didn't think it was going to be as painful as it is.
Tires screech as we come to a halt outside the hospital. Damon's legs vanish from beneath my head as he gently lifts me from the vehicle. "My girlfriend is having a baby!" Damon yells as paramedics swarm me. I never thought he would actually bring me to a hospital, but he told me I'd be safe.
I clutch my stomach again as the pain shoots through my body. Fuck ! A hand grips my mine as we race through the hospital, and my eyes shoot up, locking with Damon's worried expression.
Everything goes black for a minute as another shot of pain goes through my body. My eyes flutter open, scanning the room. Damon's beside me, a doctor is in front of me. My pants are gone, and I know I'm bare to the eyes below me.
A nurse stands beside me as well, her eyes focused on the contraction machine. "Okay, Hanna. On three, I need you to push," the doctor says. Oh, my god… it's happening. I nod, letting him know I heard him. My body feels like it's falling apart.
I'm falling apart.
Damon squeezes my hand as sweat runs down my forehead. "You can do this," he whispers in my ear. I nod through the pain, focusing on the doctor. "One." The pain runs up my legs, making me scream in agony.
I squeeze my eyes shut on instinct, hearing the number fall from his mouth. "Two," he says again. Shit. "Three." Gripping Damon's hand, I cry out as I give it everything in me. My insides are screaming. I'm crying out for help. This pain is killing me.
"Good, good. Again," the doctor says. Tears stream down my face as I push with all my might. It literally feels like pushing out my fucking organs! It feels like something is ripping. And the agony hasn't stopped.
Damon rubs my hand, pressing kisses to my head as my forehead becomes sweaty along with my hair. "You're doing so good." Damon smiles at me.
The doctor ducks his head down between my legs. "Okay, again" he commands.
Maybe I don't want another baby. This was hard enough. The pain is real, and it's agony. I shake my head as more tears fall from my eyes. "I can't! I can't do this!" I cry.
Damon's lips press to my cheek as his mouth moves to my ear. "We got this, baby. You got this," he assures me. Tears stream down my face again as I stare at him, squeezing his hand again as another jolt of pain takes over me.
I scream for the fifth time. The pain shot through my cervix and down my legs. As I push for the final time, my legs turn to jelly as sweat coats my temple.
The sound of a baby crying fills the room and I feel my heart grow a little bigger. "It's a girl," the nurse announces as she takes my baby from the doctor to be cleaned up.
A girl.
My heart warms as my eyes track the nurse's every movement. The nurse wanders back over to me, placing my baby girl into my arms, wrapped in a tiny pink blanket. I have never felt the way I do as I stare at her.
She's beautiful. I turn my head, catching Damon's eye. His eyes are swelled with tears as he stares down at our baby girl. "She's perfect," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her small head.
Her eyes are an ocean blue like her dads, while her hair is brown and silky like mine. She's absolutely perfect. Everything I ever hoped for. Healthy and perfect.
I look up at Damon, and he nods as the doctors leave the room. "Welcome to the world, Brinley Farren Saint," I announce as I press more soft kisses to her little head. Damon moves his body closer to us, pressing a soft kiss to her head.
This is what my forbidden love created. This perfect little life. The daughter that will become my everything and Damon's, too. Wrapped around our fingers like yarn. She's fucking everything.
Our baby. Our Brinley.