Kiss Me

Omegaverse

Henley

Part Seventeen

As time passed and the baby’s due date came closer and closer, it got more uncomfortable for Aya to sleep, and when he wasn’t working on baby things, eating or sleeping, he wanted to be fucking. I didn’t know pregnant people were so insatiable and unapologetic. I’d never heard, 'fuck me, Henley' so many times in my life as I did in this eight and half months. He blew the average right out of the fucking water in the first trimester. I was sort of proud.

It had only been this week when he’d lost some interest. He was napping more and cleaning non-stop. Aida said he was making a bird’s nest or some shit, but his restlessness was freaking me out. We’d just fallen asleep when I felt him jerk and hitch his legs up to his stomach. "Ow. Ow. Ow," he panted. I knew what that sound was. "Oh fuck, ow."

I flipped the light on and he was sweating. Teeth bared and that crazy look in his eyes. "Aya, are you all right?" I’d been gently scolded yesterday. All I did was worry about him. About the baby. I was kind of losing my mind. Thing is, being overprotective isn’t a choice. I was innocent, but I was getting on my own nerves at that point. Still, he’d never made that sound before.

He’d never looked like that. "No. Ow. No. Ow."

We didn’t even have the bag packed. The fucking bag wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready. He was in labor and I was already fucking up. "What can I do?"

"I don’t know. Ow."

Henley, get your shit together. This is not a drill. I sprang from bed and started throwing things in a duffel bag. Clothes. His iPod. Shower stuff. I grabbed some clothes for myself. I made sure I had cash in my wallet. I found shorts, and slipped on my tennis shoes. "Aya, what do you need, baby?"

"Don’t call me baby. Oh my God, my water just broke!" Everything was going too fast. Water was breaking. I knew we were forgetting everything we’d read we should expect.

"I don’t know what to do," I said as I started pacing.

"Ow. Come here," he told me. I sat down next to him and he grabbed my hand. I thought it was sweet until he damn near broke it. "Henley, listen to me. We can get stuff later. Ow. We need to go now," Stuff later. Go now. That made sense. I helped him stand up and he found his legs, although they didn’t seem so sturdy. "Can you grab me some new pants." I went to the closet and found what he needed. I helped him dress and I tossed the wet clothes in the bathroom on our way out. He took a few steps, then he’d stop. I rubbed his back. I felt so damn helpless. When we were in the car, I felt better. I felt like I could do something. Driving him to the hospital was my purpose. The dashboard said 1 am, so I guess we actually had fallen asleep, it just didn’t feel like it. Did I tell you how fast everything was going?

I dialed the number I had programmed in my phone under Go Time. "Hello, labor and delivery," a female voice answered. "This is Jane."

"Ahh, fuck...jane, my better half is in labor. We’re coming in." I said quickly, then looked at Aya who was grinning at the better half remark. But I didn’t want to be on the phone long. There wasn’t a lot of traffic, but I needed to drive. I had more than my dick and his cheesecake to protect.

"Okay, what’s your partners name and who’s is your doctor?"

"Aya Becks and Dr. Garcia. Also Mandy Cooper, his midwife."

"All right, how far away are you?" she asked calmly. Didn’t she understand we were having a baby? Then again, she did this every day.

"I’ll be there in five minutes." I wished it were faster though. At that point, Aya was breathing and hanging in there, but I could tell he was in a lot of pain.

Jane chuckled. "Okay. Drive safely. We’ll be down there waiting for you." She wasn’t joking. When we pulled into the lane, a nurse was waiting for us. I slammed the car in park and ran around to help Aya out as the nurse came to us with the chair. "Can you park your car around the side of the building? Have the desk let you up to the third floor. Someone will tell you where we are when you get up there," she instructed.

"No. I’m not leaving him. Fuck that car. They can tow it," I stated. No fucking way was I leaving him.

"How will you bring the baby home without a car? It’ll only take you a minute." Aya winced as another set of contractions hit. I saw him zone out and focus. My Aya was a quiet fighter, where some of the people in those labour programs almost murdered their partners. I was kind of expecting it to be more like that.

"Henley, please go park. It will only take a minute. Please." He drew a long breath in through his teeth.

Pulling the car around didn’t sound so bad when he asked me. "Okay," I said and kissed him. "I’m right behind you." I whipped that motherfucker into the first spot I came to that wasn’t designated for every other person on the damn planet. Doctors. Emergency patients. Inpatient. Outpatient. I just needed a spot. Then I sprinted back through the doors. "Three, please," I said to the person working the desk. She buzzed the doors open for me to pass on my way to the elevators and I rode up. The damn thing was slow. I’m pretty sure I heard the whole Michael Bublé Greatest Hits album on my ride. It took that damn long. I walked off and found another nurse sitting at a desk. "I’m Henley Williams.They just brought my partner Aya up. He’s having my baby." The last part was redundant, but it just came out.

"He’s right down this hall in room 315." I smiled like a dork. But I had shit to do. He was having my baby.

The room was already busy. There were two nurses getting him hooked up to stuff and starting an IV. "So your water already broke then, Mr. Becks?"

"It's Aya and yes, just before we left. It happened suddenly," he said as he inhaled through his nose and out his mouth.

"Okay, I’m going to check to see how far we are along." I found a spot and stood next to Aya as the nurse examined him. It had taken about eight and half months for me to get used to that. It was awkward having someone else touch your boyfriend. At that moment, I just wanted them to say everything was fine and then they’d make him feel better.

We’d decided drugs were the way we were going. Aya didn’t want to be really out of it, and he’d said if he could handle it he’d do it that way, but there was no question he was in a lot of pain and about to take what they gave him. He reached for my hand and I bent down to his ear. "You're doing really good. I’m right here."

"Well, you’re dilated to four centimeters, but it seems like the baby has moved around. Did they notice the baby was turned around at your last appointment?"

"No. Dr. Garcia said everything seemed fine last week."

"Oh, everything will be just fine," We both listened, hanging on every word the nurse said. "I’m going to call the doctor and let him know how you are. I’m sure he’ll be here very soon." She moved the gown Aya had been changed into down, and pulled the sheet up over his legs. "I'll be back shortly."

I nodded and took Aya's hand again. "It will be good, right? God, it needs to be good...fuck, I'm going crazy…"

"Henley, if you don't shut up I'm breaking all your fingers….ah, ow...fuck!"

"Oh shit," I winced when he squeezed my hand. So he wasn't joking on breaking my fingers. "Aya, I'm begging you...please don't break my fingers." I hissed out.

"Fuck! It hurts soooo much and I wanted a water birth…"

"I know...Jesus christ, my hand." Aya let go and I held my hand to my chest and examined the digits.

"...sorry," he huffed. "Won't do it again." Such a liar, luckily I had another hand.

Then I wondered. "What does that mean about the baby?" I asked nobody in particular.

"I think the baby is breech, Henley. I thought I felt something weird the other day, but I just thought it was a big kick or a flip. This kid is always moving." He didn’t sound worried as he said it. It was a good thing one of us was trying to stay calm. His eyes said otherwise, though. It’ll be okay. "Let’s just wait for the doctor. Talk to me."

"Okay, the night we met." My poor guy was in labor and I made him smile. My life had just been made. "I remember thinking how pretty you were. How out of my fucking league you were, but I wanted you so bad."

He tensed and pushed a hand into his stomach like I’d been seeing him do the past few days and he rolled on his side toward me. I pulled up the chair and let down the rail so that we were face to face. "I know."

"You were so hot, pretending to want to talk about beer."

"It was good beer."

"It really was good beer."

"You were being weird," he said. "You didn’t want to talk to me."

"Yes, I did. I just couldn’t figure out what to say, and I hoped you’d come back over to talk to me."

"I did," he said on an exhale. "I think we have a good story, Henley."

I leaned in and kissed his lips. "I think so, too."

"Would you do it all again?" He asked.

I thought back on the pain with his parents, the laughs with us and Aida and Matt, the hurt and the anger when I thought my father wouldn't accept us. I contemplated it. Weighed it all up, pros against cons. There was only one answer. "In a fucking heartbeat Aya."

Kiss Me

Aya was right. Our little one was breech and raring to come out. We sat on one side of a blue curtain while they pulled our baby from him. We couldn’t see anything, and I wasn’t about to look, so we stared at each other waiting. My beautiful perfect guy, wearing a hair net and a pink hospital gown, was radiant. I loved him even more. "It’s definitely a boy!" We heard one of the nurses say.

"A boy Aya." Mandy said as she popped her around the curtain.

Those elongated minutes, while the doctor and nurses worked, were like standing on the edge of a cliff. Then hearing our baby boy wail, as he took his first breath, was the jump. He screamed bloody murder. It was the most exhilarating moment of my life. I cried like a girl, but that wasn’t so bad. My guy was brave and awesome, he was bad-ass and our son would be too. "Ahhh." Aya breathed.

My heart grew new chambers and filled with fresh blood and purpose. Then our little boy screamed some more. They held him up so we could see him. He was pink and white and his mouth was huge. And open. And loud. His little chin quivered and the nurse pulled him away to do whatever they do to babies right after they’re born. I kissed my guy over and over again. How was I ever going to repay him for giving me such an incredible life? "I love you."

"I...I love you, too." Then he went silent as his eyes closed.

The doctor stitched him up and moved us into a different room while they waited for Aya to recover a little more. It was sort of nice. The hustle and bustle was dying down and it was only us for the first time. "You're still so beautiful."

"Obviously." He was cheeky after having a baby. "We definitely want Kaida?" Aya asked, in a new voice I’d never heard from him. It was his momma-voice and I liked it. It was low and sweet and soft. It came naturally like most things do for him. I’d been suggesting names for months. None of them were ever any good, but nevertheless Kaida was perfect.

"Definitely Kaida...Kaida Becks Williams."

"I love it." I did too. Aya and Kaida are my life. After everything. After all this time. He’s what we made. He’s the result. Through rough storms and calm waters we kept moving. Our love kept us going forward and it made our already perfect life that much more perfect. We had our very own beautiful family unit. Aya and Kaida are my gift, my everything. For always.