Crushed

I crushed his fingers in my grip as pain rushed through me; the very first contractions had started at the worst time ever.

“I’m sorry” Screeched at him, after realizing that I had just hurt him, you could tell he was trying to pretend that I wasn’t hurting him but I knew I was, he isn’t that great at acting.

“It’s fine babe.” He whispered, and started thinking about what he could do to help me, but he could do nothing. This Baby was coming and there was nothing he could do to stop that.

“Arrrrrrrghhh!” I yelped again, unable to bear the pain, or able to contain my screeches. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m not sorry.” I gave him a menacing stare, if he hadn’t gotten me pregnant I would never be here in the first place.

He started to laugh at me which only made me angry.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I don’t like seeing you in pain, but we’ll get to meet our baby soon, that’s got to make you happy right?” he was rambling on; the hospital was finally getting to him.

“Our baby.” I smiled and kissed his hand that I had previously been crushing. A smile sprung back onto his mouth, I loved it when he smiled, it calmed me down alot. The contractions had died down and all we could do was stay here and wait for the next lot.

Liam knocked on the doorway and asked if he could come in.

“Yeah Mate.” Lou opened the door and let him in. Liam shyly smiled, probably didn’t know if this was a happy or sad moment for us.

“So, you did wait for me.” He joked. I told Lou to give us a moment to talk, so he went in search of food just like the others.

“So, how was England?” I asked him, as he sat down at the chair beside me.

“Cold.” He joked. “No actually it was quite good, real relaxing and great to see the family again.” His smile made me smile.

“Awesome.” I couldn’t help but smile whenever Liam did, he made me happy, which was a perfect quality for a best friend.

“So, how’s things with Harry?” he asked the dreaded question.

“He’s been over at Lila’s alot more often, and we’ve been fine when he’s actually at home.” I sighed; this wasn’t exactly the conversation I wanted to be having in my birthing suite.

“Yeah, he had a bit of a chat with me before.”

“Oh yeah, about what?” he hadn’t had an intellectual conversation with me since all the kissing happened. He’d only talk to me to be polite or if we were all mucking about.

“About everything really, but don’t worry about that now. You’re going to be a mother very soon.” He tried to change the subject even though he knew very well that I would not be able to keep my mind off that the entire time.

“Can you go and get Lou.” I asked him, trying to cover up my pain. The next lot of contractions were here and I didn’t want Liam to have to deal with it. He did nothing to deserve that performance.

“Right, I’ll go and get him for ya.” A kiss was planted on my forehead and my best friend was soon replaced by my fiancé.