Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 224: A New Life

Chapter 224: A New Life

Although she made an absurd request, Marcella herself was not in the space to realize it. She was in so much pain, most of it psychological as she learned that her husband was lagging in the counts.

She had hoped that he would win and it was a big blow for her psyche and the epidural couldn’t give the relief she believed it would.

She thought she would faint but the gentle voice of her husband beside her kept her sanity. As the contractions got closer and it was time to have the baby, she thought she wouldn’t hold on anymore.

She didn’t have any concept of time by then. The counting probably was over. It was dark outside as she glanced at the window. She couldn’t believe she was at it for almost a day, or it was hours, she didn’t know. She didn’t care to know.

Each second felt like an eternity and she felt like she was torn apart from the inside out. Oddly, bearing that ungodly pain, she didn’t find the need to curse.

It was her baby that was coming! How could she curse?

She tried to follow the doctor’s instructions but she couldn’t. Gritting her teeth, she hoped she would faint so that she would be over that nightmare soon.

"You will not look down," she crushed Tony’s hand. She truly didn’t want him to see what was going on down there.

"I am not doing this again!!!" she gritted her teeth as another contraction hit her hard. Having a baby is like passing a pineapple through the v*gina—a pineapple the size of a watermelon. She didn’t want to put herself through that again.

How and why do women do it, again? It’s entirely unnecessary!

"Push!" The doctor asked. "You’re crowning..."

Gritting her teeth, she did what she was told. Tony was holding her hand and she utilized every little energy she had to push.

Her eyes darkened as she stared at the ceiling. She couldn’t feel anything around her, not even her legs. Everything around her was a blur for some time. In that blur, she saw those pretty blue eyes looking at her concerned.

When she managed to focus on him, he smiled saying something.

Ah... that smile! My sweet baby Tony is smiling at me...

That was the first thing she remembered after blanking out for a moment. Then there it was...the sweet sound...

My baby!

She lifted her head to look at her baby. Tony was not even looking in that direction yet. He was kissing her cheek and wiping the perspiration off her forehead.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Crawford. It’s a boy!" the doctor gave the baby to her.

Marcella held the baby in her hands. He was red with all the crying. He had a good pair of lungs and he cried as if he would wake up the comatose patients in the hospital. He was crying so much and yet there were no tears from his eyes. His little toothless mouth was wide open and his hands were clutched so hard as if he didn’t want to lose the blessings, he got from the angels who sent him there.

"My sweet..." she gently placed a kiss on his forehead.

Maybe the baby recognized her voice or if he liked her warmth, he leaned closer to her and forgot to cry.

"Do you see him, Tony?" she looked to her side.

Tony was standing with his eyes reddened.

"Look at our son, Tony... We made him..." Marcella smiled looking at the baby. "Look... he has your eyes..." She offered the baby to Tony.

Tony held him carefully and the baby looked at Tony with his eyes wide.

The nurses got the baby from Tony to weigh him, bathe him, and for his assessment. Marcella slumped on the labor chair. She was still getting cleaned up.

"No, don’t," she held Tony’s hand as he tried to look down. It must be messy down there and she didn’t want him to have that memory anywhere in his brain.

"Wait," he held her hand and talked to the nurse about what they were doing.

Marcella was surprised when Tony asked the nurse not to do the "husband stitch". Marcella knew about that procedure and she didn’t think Tony would have learned about it too. Although she had no idea if it was necessary or not, she was not against it. But Tony was insistent that she didn’t need it.

She would defer to him on it. He was the smarter one among the two.

As the next procedures were going on, Tony looked at the door as there was a disturbance.

"I’ll inform Henry and the others," Tony kissed Marcella’s head and walked out.

Marcella still was not out of pain and she slumped down. She felt like she had faced death and walked away unscathed as if she had been reborn.

Maybe, the pain level was the same; but knowing that she had brought the next generation to the world, the happiness masked the pain. She almost forgot about all the pain.

"Nine pounds, five ounces," the doctor said. "And he is all clear. You can bring him home even today."

Marcella was beyond exhilarated.

"Can I hold him for longer, doctor?" Marcella asked.

"He needs to be vaccinated," the nurse said.

The doctor took Marcella’s side maybe because he was pitiful that she endured a long labor. Marcella got to hold her son.

The doctor left the room and she saw everyone celebrating outside. Henry was jumping in glee and hugging everyone around.

Marcella smiled. She knew everyone would be happy for them.

Tony poked his head in. "I won, Marcella," he said.

"What?" Marcella furrowed her brows. he looked so surprised and for a moment she couldn’t understand what he meant.

"Have you chosen a name for the baby?" The nurse asked Marcella.

Marcella looked at the nurse.

"Birdie, I won. I am now Congressman Crawford," Tony said.

Marcella opened her mouth wide. She had no tears of joy to spare. She was happy and she didn’t have the energy to jump in joy.

"The people chose him, Bambi!!! It’s the people’s victory!" Henry shouted in the hallway only to be admonished by the orderlies.

Marcella looked at the baby with a smile and then at the nurse. The nurse was still waiting for her answer after she congratulated Tony for his victory.

Marcella lifted her head. Her eyes landed on Tony walking to her with the same smile she was accustomed to.

"What do you think about Victor?" she asked. Her baby came to the world bringing victory to his father. She wanted to etch that moment forever.

"Victor Crawford?" Tony asked.

"Ah... that doesn’t sound right..." she thought for a moment. Then she remembered what Henry said. "How about Nicholas Crawford?" she asked. "Nicholas means victory of the people," she said.

Tony nodded. She had earned the sole right for that.

"But..." Tony stopped the nurse who was about to write the name. "How about Nicholas DeAngelo-Crawford?" he asked.

She took his name entirely but he wanted their son to have the DeAngelo name.