"Okay…okay." I took a breath and ran around getting dressed, grabbing her hospital bag, and then collecting my wallet, phone, and keys. I turned around and saw the Elora was bent over and panting. "Baby, are you okay?"
"Fuck NO, I’m not okay! There is a watermelon trying to escape my body!" I flinched at the loudness and the imagery that entered my mind.
"Okay…" she panted. "Let’s go. PLEASE."
I helped Elora to the car and then called our families along the way. Once we pulled up to the hospital I pulled up to the doors and helped Elora into the hospital.
"My wife is in labor!" I shouted just like a fucking movie.
One nurse arrived with a wheelchair and had her sit down.
"Sir you can’t park there!" A security guard had tapped my shoulder as he spoke.
"Well here you go then." I tossed him my keys and followed the nurse who was pushing Elora toward the elevators. I heard him chuckling as I ran after them. Finally we got Elora situated into her private room and I made a few more calls to people.
"Oh God!" Elora’s knuckles were white as she gripped the bed rails.
"Breath, focus…just like Emily…"
"FUCK EMILY!" Elora shouted.
I flinched away in surprise.
"Emily isn’t the one in this bed! I am! And it’s worse than death!"
"It’s okay baby." I caressed her head, trying to soothe her. Big mistake.
"Don’t touch me!"
She yanked her head away.
"Oh God, you are getting a vasectomy before we leave this hospital!"
My dick retreated inside my body at the mention of a vasectomy.
"It will be okay, just breath Elora, breath." Grabbing her hand in mine, she squeezed. I never realized how strong Lor is. I swear she was going to break my fingers. "It’s almost over now. It’s coming down."
She panted, starting to calm.
"I want drugs James! Now."
I ran into to the hall and bumped into a massive wall of human. "What the..?"
"Hey there…slow down man."
The voice was familiar.
"Dixon? What the fu..?"
"Hey, hey, there are kids on this floor." He laughed. "I’m filling in on this floor."
He smiled wide.
"Oh, Hell no!" I shook my head. "You are not our nurse…there is no way—"
Elora screamed.
"Hold that thought." Dixon pushed passed me and into Elora's room.
"Oh Dixon…please, get me drugs. Please? I don’t want to feel a thing!" Elora pleaded.
Expecting Dixon to make a joke, instead he grew very serious but kept a face that oozed compassion.
"Take a deep breath Elora. We'll get the anesthesiologist down here soon, but you have another contraction coming."
Elora whimpered.
"Grab my hand and squeeze. Here we go."
"Ow, oh shit, Ow, oh shit!" Elora chanted.
"Breath in. Breath out." Elora listened to Dixon's instruction.
"James get over here. I need to call for the anesthesiologist."
Nodding, I quickly replaced Dixon.
Dixon left, but returned quickly. He started going through drawers and grabbing different things out of cabinets, setting up on a table and a tray.
The doctor came in and smiled warmly at Elora.
"So, are we all ready?"
"Oh God, yes!" Elora didn’t hesitate.
The doctor chuckled.
"Okay, let’s check your progress." He settled on a stool between her legs and pushed her knees back. There was little movement as he checked her over. "Well, it shouldn’t be much longer, but we still have some time and some ways to go. You’re only dilated to four centimeters."
Elora groaned.
"The anesthesiologist is on his way," the doctor patted her knee and Elora looked like she might just do a happy dance.
"Here comes another one." Dixon announced and stood next to Elora on the other side of the bed.
"Relax baby," I tried to sooth Elora again.
"Relax?" She yelled and squeezed my hand. "Let me squeeze your balls relentlessly and see how you relax!" I shivered at the thought.
Dixon chuckled and I glared at him.
The anesthesiologist arrived and gave Elora the epidural. About two minutes later she was lying back like he'd exercised the demon from her body. With a sigh, I sat down in a chair next to her.
Elora drifted into a restless slumber. I took the opportunity to lie back in the lounge chair that was on the side of the bed. It was Dixon’s voice that brought me out of my nap.
"Alright, it’s time to check on you. Knees up."
Elora complied.
"Whoa, wait a minute!" I stood quickly. "There is no way you're going to…." I motioned to between her legs.
"Man, this is my job!" Dixon argued.
"You are not going between my wife’s legs, not now and not while she is giving birth!" I countered.
"So help me God, Henry James Iverson, if you do not let him get this fucking baby out of me I will kill you in your sleep!" The demon returned.
"Okay…proceed."
Dixon's shoulders shook with silent laughter as he continued with the examination.
"I think it’s time to call the doctor. You ready Lor?" Dixon gave her a big smile.
"Oh hell yes!" She exclaimed.
Dixon pushed the call button above the bed. Then he adjusted Elora’s bed so she was sitting up further and the bottom of the bed was pulled down and out.
"James, you take that knee and push back when I tell you to, okay?"