His Mafia Prince
Chapter 82: It’s Time

Chapter 82: It’s Time

(TYLER)

Lucia takes my arm. She was beside me the whole time and was aware of the situation. "It’s alright, Tyler. Just breathe slowly."

"My... my water broke." My eyes go wide because I’m freaked out myself.

"It’s alright, you have time." She nods reassuringly. "Sasha, let’s get Tyler to the hospital."

The tipsy feeling that Sasha had worn off immediately. He is staring at me like I’m a bomb about to go off. He nods curtly and tuba a phone out of his pocket. "Miles?" he calls on his phone. "Get here quickly. Tyler is in labor."

The whole attention of the crowd turns to me. My face is hot. I’m standing in a pool, stark evidence of what just happened. My abdomen begins to cramp immediately.

"Isn’t it too early?" I ask, my voice trembling.

"Babies come whenever they feel like coming," Lucia reassures me.

"Will it be, okay?" Sasha asks, wrapping one arm around my waist while his other hand holds his phone, pressed to his ear. He is calling the hospital.

"It’ll be fine. Eight months isn’t too little." Lucia encourages us. I think we all just need to stay calm, okay? Everything will be alright."

"I’m trying," I say hoarsely.

Lucia and Sasha help me to the car. Miles and Jericho stand by. Once I’m in the car, everyone has ideas about the fastest route to the hospital. They all have different ideas. I lean on the car, whimpering as they keep arguing.

Miles scowls. "Attention, Adonis’ family," he says. "I know the fastest route to the hospital, and I’m driving. Just get Tyler inside and we’ll be on the way. At this rate, he might end up delivering in front of a restaurant."

"Sure. Miles is right." Sasha says, helping me into the backseat of the car. He is buzzing with anxiety. Usually, he is unflappable, but right now, he can’t control the situation. It is probably driving him insane.

Miles comes around the hospital and the car screeches to a halt just outside the ER. The staff were already aware of me coming. Even so, I’m sure they would have moved heaven and earth still to get me into the labour and delivery room. Sasha’s reputation precedes him.

Minutes later, Dr. Nicholas arrives. I’m relieved that he finally made it. I trusted him after several months of prenatal visits, even though I didn’t trust him at first. I wouldn’t want any strangers delivering my child. Things begin to move quickly the minute Dr Nicholas takes charge.

The nurses change me into a hospital gown. They direct me to a bed that has stirrups at the foot. I don’t put my feet on the stirrups though, because they told me my water just broke but I’m not dilated enough yet.

"Can I get you anything?" Sasha asks, looking worried sick.

"An epidural would help," I say through gritted teeth as another contraction hits me.

The nurse standing nearby laughs. "You haven’t seen anything yet. These contractions are nothing compared to what’s coming."

"Don’t say that." I bug my eyes out. "Are you trying to scare me?"

She grimaces. "I’m sorry."

"You better have the anesthesiologist ready," Sasha growls at her.

"Sure." She swallows hard. "He’s on his way to help. The epidural should be administered during the early stages of labour."

"Good." Sasha growls. "And don’t you scare my husband? Go do some... nurse things elsewhere."

"I apologize again," she bows then hurries out of the room.

Another contraction hits again. I curl and writhe on the bed in pain. My face is slick with sweat and I’m already tired. I’ve barely had good sleep in a few days and my body is already feeling the effects. Sasha hovers around, looking frustrated before he takes my little hands into his palms.

"Should we practice your breathing?" he asks. "Remember. The labour coach said that you should try and focus on something else that isn’t the pain."

"Probably. I’m not sure I can concentrate on my breathing though."

"Belly breathing," Sasha says, "That is what we’re supposed to do in the early stages of labour."

We?

"Alright then, remind me. I can’t remember anything now. I’m in so much pain right now to think."

"She said to put one hand on your belly, just below your ribs. Then put the other one across your chest."

"Oh, right." I wince as another contraction hits me. "Shit. If the nurse says this is nothing then I’m terrified of what’s to come."

"Focus Tyler," Sasha says firmly. "Listen to me."

I nod, pursing my lips and breathing heavily.

"Deep breaths through your nose," he watches me carefully as I imitate what he’s doing. "Then exhale slowly through your mouth, okay? Do it as if you’re whistling. Let your belly push your hand as you do that. The coach said your chest shouldn’t move."

I do as he says, trying my best to ignore the pain.

I try to focus on the inhaling and exhaling. It does help, to focus on something else aside from the pain. Over the next hour, Sasha stays close to me, helping me focus. It’s baffling that this is the same man who sent goons after me with batons and threatened me to marry him. He is my alpha mow, and I love him. How could I go through this hell with someone else who isn’t Sasha?"

Nurses come and go as the time passes. They have attached monitors to me, and they check on the beeping machines once in a while. A few minutes ago, the anesthesiologist inserted a needle in my spine. He said he did that early so that he could give me the pain medication when I needed it most.

Nurse Enzo, an older nurse checks on my dilatation periodically. He says I can’t start to push until my cervix is thinly dilated. That’s when I’m fully dilated. I’m in so much pain at this point that I just want this baby to get out of my body at this point.

The pain has been growing steadily by the hour. It’s getting to a point where I’m having trouble concentrating. The pain radiates through my lower abdomen in a crushing wave that steals my breath and leaves me gasping. My skin is flushed and clammy, and sweat trickles down my temples. I grip the edge of the bed as another contraction builds.

I can’t stay on the bed anymore. I come down. As the contraction peaks, inlet out a low moan. It feels like my insides are being wrung like a wet cloth. The pressure in my pelvis is immense. The pain begins to ebb again and I straighten up slowly, one arm cradling the swell of my belly.

I resume my pacing barefoot. Time blurs, it only remains marked by my steady rhythm of contractions. Each of the contractions lasts an eternity, and I find myself in different positions―leaning against the wall, swaying my arms around my alpha’s neck or on all fours on the bed.

Dr Nicholas is attending to another patient who’s in labour too. Sasha feels insulted that the doctor is attending to someone else and doesn’t focus on me purely. The contractions grow excruciatingly painful, six minutes apart. Sasha has me switching my breathing to some technique that I can barely remember.

For a while, the breathing distracts me, but eventually, the pain is too much. It feels as if my body is being split in half. It is a burning stretch that steals my breath and clouds my vision.

"I need to push." I gasp, my voice barely audible.

The anesthesiologist finally gave me the pain medication via the needle he inserted in my spine. Everything becomes a lot better. The pain tones down a little and I begin to be hopeful. I was in such intense pain before, that I didn’t think I’d push through. Now I know I can try.

Nurse Enzo checks on me for the millionth time and nods sharply. "Okay, Tyler. It’s time."