Page 49 of Drill Session

I guess the pain was becoming unbearable, so she shook her head and rested her arms against the edge of the bathroom counter and waddled side to side.

“Daddy, please, wake up mommy.” When the pain eased, she released a sigh of relief and directed my hands to rub the bottom of her back.

“I thought you wanted me to wash you up bae?” I asked her hesitantly, preparing for her to cuss my ass out for nothing.

“Yeah, grab my feminine wash for me, hurry up, please hurry up,” she rushed me. “Daddy please wake up mommy, I need her now,” Akira whined on the verge of tears, her voice croaked.

Hearing her about to cry had me feeling bad because it wasn’t shit I could do to ease that pain or make it go away. My baby has a low pain tolerance for her to be tough as nails, she can barely handle a headache, and her period cramps cause her to admit herself in the ER, so I know labor pains were gon have her boohoo crying and shit. I took a sigh of relief when her mama answered her phone just as I came back from the bathroom with her Sweet Cookie feminine wash.

“Is the baby coming Akira,” Mrs. Moore, her mother uttered tirelessly. “I’m up now baby, what’s wrong?”

“Maaaaa,” Akira cried into the speaker, breaking the fuck down. “It hurts!” She wailed.

“What hurts Akira, baby tell me what’s going on? Is the baby okay?”

“Nooooo,” Akira sniffed and slightly lifted her head up. “My water broke in my sleep. Drill had to wake me up, I didn’t know.”

“Have you called your doctor?”

“No, I wanted to call you first. Mama, I’m scared,” Akira confessed.

“I know baby,” She murmured softly. “It’s okay to be scared, do you want me and your daddy to meet y’all at Baptist? Where is Drill?”

“He’s right here behind me, washing me up. I want you to come over here and ride with us.”

“Baby,” Mrs. Moore sighed. “I may not be able to come in time and you need to get to the hospital.”

“Maaaaaaaa, it’s starting to hurt,” Akira continued to whine. “I can’t do this shit!”

To ease her pain, I stood behind her and rubbed her back, pressing my thumbs into the back of her back, rubbing in circles as she continued to sway back and forth.

“Where is Drill, let me talk to him.”

Reaching over her, I grabbed the phone and spoke and into the speaker. “Yes ma’am.”

“Drill, keep me updated, I’m getting dressed now. Call her doctor and don’t wait too long okay.”

“I got her.”

“Akira,” she called out to her.

“I love you baby okay. It’ll be alright,” Mrs. Moore soothed her.

“I love you too,” Akira sniffed.

I ended the call and continued to rub her back, not knowing what to say, afraid that she’d cuss my ass out.

“Baby,” I spoke up. “Are you in pain?”

“Drill,” she snapped. “What the fuck do you think?” she turned around and shoved me. “Just move, get away from me! This is all because of you! I fucking hate you!”

“How you hate me for some shit you asked me? You asked me to nut in you?—”

“Oh, Drill shut up and get out!”

Veins were popping out the side of her neck, as she waddled over to me and shoved me. Her hits felt like feathers against my thick skin. I wasn’t fazed by this shit, I knew she was snapping on me because of the pain.

“The fuck I look like getting out and my fiancée standing over here in pain. I ain’t goin’ nowhere mane, stop fuckin’ trippin’ and wash yo pussy, so I can help you find something wear. I know you in pain Akira but don’t put yo fuckin’ hands on me,” I threatened her. “You ain’t the only one having a damn baby. We in this shit together baby, you ain’t got to put yo hands on me and shit. Chill out with all that. You trippin’.”

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