Miracle Baby's Entrance (Part one)

Gripping the side of the grande four poster bed, steadying herself in preparation for another contraction.
Evie Clasped her soft, beautifully sculpted hands around her ever hardening Baby bump.
Pain like no other she had ever experienced, waved over her in ripples like the ones in the deepest of the ocean before the storm brewed.
Each ripple inclining in veracity, before reaching an incredible peak, the pulling tense feeling of her muscles rippling under extreme tension crippling her over in a bent position, Finally subsiding till a peaceful serenity washed over her once more.
" I can't do this" Evie Exclaimed to her ever anxious Husband Nathaniel.

Nathaniel, a well built muscle hunk of a machine, tall, hair as dark as the abyss eyes like pure cut sapphire's not to mention incredibly handsome with an impeccably perfect smile, continued eagerly pacing back and forth the bedroom, quick glances towards his beautiful wife whom was carrying their first unborn child - their Miracle baby they had tried countless rounds of IVF to reach this here and Now.

Evie's Contractions now Increasing in length, her whole body trembling with an uncontrollable feeling of Icy cold chills tingling and pulsing up through her spine, concluding in her beautifully pure white annoyingly perfectly straight teeth to chatter uncontrollably.

alongside the peak of the next contraction Evie Fumbled for Nathaniel's hand, squeezing till she swore she felt his bones splitting under the tension she had inflicted upon them.
" darling Evie Sit down..or maybe just lay down, you look shattered!" Piped up Nathaniel through clenched teeth grasping his rather newly swollen Fingers.

Evie obliged without a second thought, Stretching as lady like as she could her swollen "cankles" as she now renamed them, placing them on top of the freshly crisped clean duvet. She feel back into the snugness of her lenor infusioned pillow, her naturally auburn Ringlets falling around her petite shoulders, softly caressing her silky smooth skin.

sensing a sudden decent of her baby's head lowering further into her pelvis, Evie felt the pressure and achy feeling had disappeared replacing it with a slow trickle of liquid escaping.

" ohhh Shit, Iv'e just wet myself!"
Evie felt her cheeks glowing a deep crimson red at the thought she had potentially surcomed to incontinence way before her years!

"are you sure...does it smell like Urine?" Piped up Nathaniel from across the room, So now not only was she embarrassed at the thought of wetting herself, nonetheless she was more embarrassed at the thought of tracking the scent of Urine!
Evie braved the task ahead, finally coming to the conclusion it was not her bladder..
"Oh my god, its my waters!"

"well if that's what you wan't to call peeing yourself!" chortled Nathaniel, clasping his hand towards his mouth to prevent the escaping of laughter that was brewing in the abyss of his stomach.

Bloody men she thought, " No I'm not referring to that kind of water, I mean my WATERS have gone!!"

"OHHH,...shit...
Nathaniel regained his posture, pacing to and fro rambling about needing to get her to the hospital quickly, where was her bag...keys...phone...wallet?

“CAMERA!” he shouted from the hallway in toe with Evie clutched under his protective muscular arms cradling in to him “ where is the bloody Camera?”
The camera was the last thing on Evie’s mind; she was having a baby... A Real baby!

As Nathaniel Gently hoisted her into their newly brought family car, she felt the onset of yet warmer liquid flowing onto the pristinely cleaned car seat, accompanied by an ever growing contraction. Evie grabbed for the hand rail above her head whilst using it to lever her behind off of the seat almost as if she was trying to pass a humongous amount of wind!

The whole of the 10 minute journey to the hospital was more passing wind positioning, accompanied by groaning and panting with the occasional “I really can’t do this!”
Eventually the most excited parent’s to be arrived at the hospital, Evie flung the door open whilst wiping her brow which clung with beads of sweat, clutched onto Nathaniel who was now by her side, appearing like a child whom was about to enter a mammoth sweet store.

Attempting to manoeuvre herself from the dampness of the car seat, Evie Glanced at the hospitals revolving doors spinning around as two midwifes came bustling through them like Batman and Robin style, wheel chair in tow. “Bloody wheel chair” sighed Evie “for god sake, I truly do feel like a geriatric!” Evie reluctantly assembled herself in to the four wheeled “granny mobile” contraption as she liked to call them, besides the midwifes were on a grand pre race by the looks of things, rushing her through the Revolving doors inwards past the hustle and bustle of the A&E department, swung her through the lift on the right that was covered in old sticky revolting chewing gum, some kind of operating slipper lay abandoned on the lifts floor, was she going to the labour ward?

The tallest midwife who kept reassuring Evie she was doing well, and how much was the pain on a scale from one to ten, rather reminded her of Mrs Doubt Fire, same accent and everything! Evie’s attention was abruptly taken from reminiscing about the film Mrs Doubt Fire, and too her stomach instead. A nauseous feeling was brewing deep within her; she tried to utter the words that she felt sick when... another kind of warm liquid escaped all over her lap and hands.

Ushering her into the labour ward, Evie felt incredibly cold, beginning to shake uncontrollably once more. “Won’t be long pet and we will have you in a room” spoke the most softest voice she had ever heard, it was the second midwife, who’s voice was mesmerising almost on par with a lullaby, Evie glanced up at the midwife through her sweat ridden fringe, noticing she was the sight of her account of an angelic angel, pure blonde hair swept off her face with a chopstick styled clasp securing her hair into a neat bun on top of her head. The bluest eyes she had ever encountered, with annoyingly blemish free skin.

The midwife rested her hand on Evie’s shoulder announcing they had prepared a room for her. An uncomfortable Evie managed to leverage herself from the “granny mobile” resting herself on the scratchy hospital bed, just in time as another powerful contraction consumed her.

to be continued...