Page 69 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
“I cannot! You don’t understand. It’s bad, Troy. And I’ve ruined our bed.”
“We’ll get a new one. Don’t even worry about that. What do you mean, you can’t do this? You can and you will.”
Another round of pain with pressure came, and I turned into a wailing banshee who also cursed like a sailor, “Fuck this shit, Troy! Come hold my hand! This fucking shit, fuck me running, hurts like …” He took my hand and the pain began to ebb. “Oh, yeah, baby. You’re like a miracle. Just stay here. Hold my hand. Don’t go anywhere.”
“Blyss, I have to get you to the hospital. I have to grab your things and run them down to the car and come back to get you. I can’t hold your hand, honey.”
“No, just hold my hand. Look, I’m not in any pain as long as you’re holding it. Now, grab my cell right there off the nightstand, call my doctor, and ask her what we should do.”
“We should be getting in the car, my love, and getting you to the hospital. That’s the only thing we should be doing. Standing here, holding your hand is not the answer.”
“For now, it is.” I took a nice deep breath. “Go ahead, make the call. I’ll be fine as long as you have my hand.”
“This is crazy,” he mumbled as he got my cell and made the call, without letting my hand go. “Hello, doc? This is Troy Masterson. Blyss’ water broke and we need to be going to the hospital, but she has some crazy notion that if I just hold her hand, she’ll be fine. Which I know she won’t.”
“You sound hysterical,” I snipped at him. “Give me the phone.”
“Here she is, doc. Maybe you can talk some sense into her.”
He handed me the cell and I said, “My water has broken and I’m having very bad squeezing pains. The pressure I feel when I have them is terrible. Now, I could get up, but quite honestly, I think the baby might fall out.”
“What?” Troy shouted. “Are you shitting me?”
“No, I’m not shitting you. And why do you look like that? You’re pale and what’s this twitching you’re doing?” I looked him up and down and wasn’t very happy with how he was reacting. “I’m the one in pain here. Not you!”
“I’m just going to pick you up and take you to the car,” he said. “Fuck the damn bag. You packed way too much in for the one night stay at the hospital. I’ll come back and get it after the baby’s born, Blyss. Tell your doctor to get to the hospital.” Then he let my hand go.
Right on cue, the pain came back as I reached out for him. “Troy, it hurts. Stop it!”
“On a scale of one to ten, what is your current level of pain?” the doctor asked me.
“One million! And I felt more crap gush out of me.” I pulled the blanket up to cover the gore that was escaping, plus I was getting cold. “Am I going to make it, Doctor Stevens? Cause I feel like there’s a real possibility that I won’t be able to pull this off.”
“It’s too late to stop now.” She had the audacity to laugh at me. “I’m sending the ambulance to you right now. Stay put.”
“So, you want me to stay right here in this bed?” I asked.
Troy shook his head. “No way! No, fucking way, Blyss! I can’t do this. I cannot deliver this baby. Don’t make me. It’s too much responsibility. Little Braxton is special; he deserves to be welcomed to our world by a licensed physician. Not his dad who has never delivered anything. Not even a kitten, Blyss. I haven’t even seen kittens being born. And you expect me …”
I screamed with another pain that was way too bad, and all I wanted to do was push. “Troy, I want to push!”
“NO!” both Troy and my doctor screamed.
“Put your husband on the phone, Blyss.”
I held out the phone. “She wants to talk to you, baby.”
He shook his head and backed away. “No, I know what she’s going to say. I know it!”
I tossed the phone, and he caught it. “Talk to her!”
Troy
I didn’t want to put that damn phone to my ear, but I had to do it. I had to pull myself together and hope that doctor would tell me to calmly wait for the ambulance to arrive and the paramedics would happily and efficiently deliver my little boy.
She didn’t say anything like that!
“Troy, listen up. I know this might seem a little overwhelming …”
