Rose

It was the New Year and we spent the holiday with the Rossi family where Cristiano sorted his differences out with his brothers. They were finally getting along and it seemed that things were looking up.

Until I woke up one morning with the worst stomach pain.

For the whole day, I was ill. The New Year was initially going so well and yet my sickness had to ruin it.

"It goes and comes," I gently explained Cristiano, rubbing my eyes as I sighed, meeting his concerned eyes. He continued to stroke my hair, completely worried.

"Can you stop being stubborn and agree to go to the hospital?" Cris asked, his voice filled with worry. "I don't like seeing you in pain." I shook my head which only made my headache worse. I rested back against the bed.

"I hate hospitals, Cris. If I cry, we'll go. They'll probably just give me some painkillers then tell me my period's coming or I ate something bad."

Cris gave me a 'come on' look before asking, "well did you take the painkillers I gave you?"

"No. I don't like medicine."

He huffed, shaking his head at me. "You're so stubborn."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

He huffed again in frustration as I smirked, winning. "And competitive." He added, rolling his eyes as I did the same. He chuckled nevertheless and pecked my lips saying, "but that's what makes you the lovable you."

"I think I'm just gonna try and sleep off the pain," I told him, my hand on my stomach that twisted and churned. I held back from showing an sign of pain on my face; I didn't want him to worry or overreact. I told myself that I would be fine; just a stomach bug. A painful one.

He sighed and nodded, kissing me cheek as he covered me with the duvet. "Okay, well, I'll be downstairs if you need me. Shout or call me, okay?" I nodded, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Thank you, mon amour."

"Love you."

Then he left the room, turning off the light and leaving the door slightly open. I heard his retreating footsteps and as soon as they stopped, signalling that he had sat down and switched on the television, I let out an agonising groan that I had held in for too long.

Fuck! It hurts so bad

Should I call Cris?

No, I don't want him to worry

It's probably nothing

Urgh! Why does it hurt?

Damn it, what did I eat?

He probably undercooked that lasagna

Oh my gosh

Maybe I should go to the hospital

I hate medicine and I hate hospitals

It hurts so bad

I tossed and turned in bed.

It must've been an hour of me moving around in uncomfortableness, trying to find the best position. Pain seared through my abdomen.

Up and down

Up and down

My body curled into something fetal and all the while the pain burns and radiates.

I let out a whimper, the horrible, soaring pain worsening around my stomach, beginning to affect my legs that started tingling and shaking. I withered around, the pain coming in waves whenever it wanted. All I wanted was the horrible feeling to go away.

My hand gripped my stomach as if it would help. I squeezed my eyes closed, sweat dripping down my body, dampening my clothes. But I felt cold. I whimpered again in agony, moving my legs that ached.

What is going on with me?

My lips parted as if I was about to call for Cris but I stopped myself.

I'm fine, I don't need to worry him

I groaned into my pillow then suddenly heard his footsteps coming upwards on the stairs.

I fixed my position, closing my eyes and keeping a neutral look on my face to seem as though I was snoozing.

Then he was in front of me. I could feeling his powerful presence.

He wiped the sweat off my forehead and planted a kiss on my lips, moving my hair away from my face. The sweet guy was checking on me. He moved the duvet away a little, probably noticing the amount sweat on me.

"I love you," he whispered into my ear then I heard his retreating footsteps, the door closing as he left, going downstairs.

And once again, I groaned.

I shakily pushed myself upwards, managing to hold the glass of water and taking a few gulps, the cold liquid running down my throat smoothly. I felt somewhat a little better and laid on my back on the bed, my hand covering my eyes.

Maybe I should try to sleep again

1. . .

2. . .

3. . .

I got up to thirty when I gave up.

I couldn't stay in the bed any longer. I dragged myself out, my legs numbing as I began walking around the bedroom.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Then fifteen times.

Fifteen times I walked around the edge of the room, my hand on my stomach and my head spinning. I felt ill. Sighing, I realised that the pain had moved downwards to my lower abdomen, my crotch area, hips and thighs beginning to hurt.

I moaned in pain, forcing myself to walk to the bathroom, or stumble, going to the toilet.

I sat down, lifting my pyjama dress and pulling down my underwear. I wished to see period blood but there was none there.

I sighed harshly, whimpering as my legs starting shaking. I buried my head in my hands, my elbows on my trembling knees. Whimpering and holding back from crying, I sat on the toilet, waiting for something to come out. I hoped for a number two so the pain would just end there but nothing came.

I felt the need to use the toilet so I pushed myself, practically forcing myself to do something - some kind of release on it but nothing came out.

Well, nothing but blood.

I looked into the toilet and sighed.

Must be my period

I wiped myself and stood, flushing and washing my hands before turning on the bath tap, desperate to relax.

I started humming, wanting to distract myself from the horrible pain in my stomach moving lower and lower. When the bath filled, I took off my clothes and got in, exhaling in relaxation at the feeling of warmth.

For a moment, I began to feel much better until the pain ran through my body a much harsher rate, my entire body in pain. I let out a scream unexpectedly, tears bursting out of my eyes at the sudden harsh feeling.

Then I called loudly for Cristiano.

At that point, the pain was too unbearable. I started to sob and as he dashed in, he ran by my side, holding my hand as I laid in the bathtub, crying.

"It hurts so bad!" I wailed, pushing myself backwards and groaning out loud, my other hand gripping the side of the bathtub. "It's getting worse."

"Explain to me; what's going on? Where? Your stomach?" He rambled, his voice panicky though he tried to mask it with a soothing tone.

"My lower stomach hurts. I started bleeding in the toilet so I thought it was my period but it doesn't feel like period pains - it's worse." Then I let out a small scream as another sharp pain hit me. I was completely uncomfortable, the pain pressing down in me, my legs numbing and my lower back aching.

"Damn! I left my phone downstairs. I'm gonna call an ambulance-"

"No!" I sobbed, pulling him and gripping onto his arm. "I don't wanna go - don't leave me."

"Rose," Cristiano seriously began, gazing into my eyes in love. "Baby, you have to go to the hospital. You're bleeding and you've been in pain all day. I know you don't like it but I don't want you getting worse. I'm gonna go downstairs and get my phone - I'll be less an a minute, okay? Then I'll be back and call them. I won't leave you."

I nodded, sniffing as he kissed my cheek, turning and running downstairs.

I cried out, my head going back and my back arching in horrendous, unimaginable pain. I tried to hold them back but they broke me apart, bursting from my eyes like water from a waterfall.

I weeped, my heart racing as I panicked inside. I didn't know what was going on with me.

What if I'm dying?

Oh, no, what if I have Cancer or something?

I don't wanna die

I don't wanna leave Cristiano

That was what made me cry harder in worry and once he came back upstairs, he wiped my cheeks, trying to calm me down. I cried less and groaned loudly, my hips going upwards.

"I feel like using the toilet but every time I sit there nothing happens," I explained, sniffing as I gazed at him through my teary eyes and damp, long eyelashes.

"Can you move?" Cris soothingly asked and I shook my head, "no, I can't. It hurts too much."

"If you need to shit-"

"Now isn't really the time to joke."

"No, I mean, if you need to take a dump just do it in there. I don't care."

I nodded as he called an ambulance, explaining the situation. "Yeah, my girlfriend is in the bath and she's been in pain since the morning and the only gotten worse. . . .yes, it's stomach pain - lower stomach pain. She bled in the toilet and says she feels like she needs it but nothing is coming out. . . .she has irregular periods and hasn't had one for a while so we thought that was it but she says it's worse than period pain."

He explained some more before putting the phone on speaker as I cried out in pain.

"The ambulance is on its way but for now, I will be on the line assisting you, Rose. Has the pain gotten worse?"

"Yes," I groaned. Then I noticed how worried Cris's eyes looked. His hazel eyes looked at me in such concern. He was biting his bottom lip, rubbing his hands together nervously. He looked hopeless and unsure of what to do.

"Baby," I whispered shakily, tearfully gazing at him. "I love you."

He shook his head, a pained expression on his face. "Don't do that, Rose. Come on, please, baby, don't do that." I nodded, sniffing as I squeezed my eyes closed, letting out a shaky groan.

I closed mouthed screamed, slouching in the bath, my legs parting as I said, "I feel like I'm gonna shit or something." I thought Cris would laugh but he didn't, he looked too worried to even smile. My heart went out to him; I wasn't used to seeing him so vulnerable and scared.

"Rose. . .is there any way you're pregnant?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't have a bump or anything," I groaned again before adding, "I took five tests and they were negative."

Then I cried out, my knees in the air and my feet on the bottom of the tub, my legs parted.

"Rose, just do it, whatever you gotta do," Cristiano seriously said, holding my hand as I squeezed it, grunting and groaning.

"The ambulance is around six minutes away," the kind lady on the phone told us. "Rose, how are you-"

I cut her off by letting out a scream, my instinct to push then suddenly I stopped.

The pain had gone.

I was breathless, shaking uncontrollably as I stopped crying, sniffing and whimpering, my legs tingling. "I feel. . .better. ." I whispered, licking eyes with Cris. He gave me a strange look. "But. . .how?"

"I think I just shit in the water. I don't wanna look."

"Cris, I want you to look in the tub," the woman said, her voice a little weary. "I don't think you pooped, Rose. I think-"

Cristiano's eyes went wide as he looked into the water - the discoloured water.

"Holy-" he gasped loudly, his hands going into the water and I looked at him in utter confusion, breathless.

Is he taking out my shit?

When his hands got out of the water, I screamed.

A baby.

The shit was the baby.

Not shit.

Oh shit!

"Woah! Woah! Uh, lady - I mean, Alice, it's a baby! T-There's a baby. Oh my gosh! It's not breathing! It's not crying - what do I do? What if it's been in the water for too long?"

I felt as though I was going to pass out. All my senses had gone. I stared at the small creature in disbelief, in shock, in horror.

I had just given birth.

"-cold! A-And the breathing is too shallow. I can barely feel a heartbeat -  what do I do? Rose!" I looked at him, tearing my eyes away from the baby laying loosely in his arms.

Then I woke up. I woke up from my thoughts.

I had a baby and the baby wasn't breathing. I had to help my baby.

I managed to get out of the bath, quickly throwing on a dressing gown, sitting with Cris on the floor, not caring the blood was trickling down my legs.

I grabbed some towels, laying them on top of each other and saying, "put the baby here." He laid the small, naked newborn down.

"Is the baby a girl or a boy?"

"Girl - Why does that matter?" Cris asked.

A girl

A baby girl

"She's so small," I whispered, my heart racing. "Cris!" I bursted in panic. "God, she's so small!" I started to worry, my breathing coming out shallow.

The woman kept telling Cris instructions on how to help the baby leave. He started breathing into her mouth, gently pumping her chest.

I ran my shaky hand through my hair, staring at the baby in worry. She couldn't breathe and she was too small. I covered her body with a thick towel, trying to keep her warm.

I wiped my eyes, trying my hardest not to cry. I couldn't lose another baby.

I started praying in my mind, watching as Cris listened to the woman, trying to help our baby. I sniffed, praying and praying for the safety of our child.

Then I heard a whimper and it wasn't from Cris. I looked down, gasping as the baby's arms moved in the air and she wriggled a little, her fists on the air. She whimpered, just as the sirens started to blare as they approached our home.

Cris ran downstairs to get the door and I was alone with the baby. I wrapped a towel around the tiny newborn, holding her to my chest. She was tiny, and I placed my finger against her vein to feel her heartbeat. It was much better than before but not strong enough. She still hadn't cried which worried me even more.

I felt her snuggle a little against me, her small hand going to my chest, her body comfortable against me. She knew exactly who I was.

Then the paramedics came in and that was when everything changed.

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A baby. . .

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