Richie’s change brought calmness over Megan’s somewhat frazzled nerves. She knew what was coming, the pain, the discomfort, but Richie’s panic stricken face was more of a worry to her until the strong Richie came to the fore.
One strong hand rested on the hollow of her lower back, while the other held on tight to her hand.
Richie kept a watchful eye on her expressions, Megan had managed to keep her discomfort from him , but with every few steps he could see pain becoming more evident in her beautiful face.
Everything he mastered in Lamaze class took over and with a strong, comforting voice encouraged her to breath, stopping when contractions gripped her small frame, massaging the hard ball squeezing unforgivingly.
“I think we need to turn back Sweetheart. It seems like your contractions are really coming close together, you don’t want this baby right here next to the river do you?”
Megan managed a chuckle as the contraction eased away.
“I just might and call her River or something ...”
“Ok now I know you have gone nuts on me..keep this up and I might just carry you back.”
“Lets stay just a little bit more..I want to just sit down and watch the river for a while...”
Richie helped her settle against the bark of the tree, his eyes lingering on the flowing river, yet focused for any sound or movement from Meg. Her body stiffened and she breathed in...
“Honey...let me get in from behind..just a little bit...yeah thats it...ok...tell me how this feels ok?”
Masterful hands settled on her lower back, pressing and massaging gently.
“Oh Gooodd..that feels soooo good....” Megan breathed out.
“You just keep breathin and I’ll keep rubbin’.”
Just thinking how much pain she was in, started a swirling cloud of nausea in his stomach. Get a grip Sambora!
“Ooohhh it’s over! This one wasn’t so bad!” she tried to smile but it came out quite shakily.
“We’re not gonna wait any longer Sweetheart. You’re contractions are coming every 9 minutes.”
Surprised eyes turned towards him as they made their way back.
“Wow! Look at you! My personal doula.”
Brows scrunched together.
“A WHAT??!! Honey now is not the time to teach me a new language..I’ve just managed to get hold of this!”
“It just means you’re my birthing partner...keeping time, massaging....and all that.” She winked.
“I’m kinda good with it huh?” He waggled his brows at her, he had found the rhythm and he was gonna see this through with her. He was just in awe at how this woman took all the pain and discomfort and working through it without out complaining! The good Lord sure knows what he was doing when he chose women to do the birthing thing!
Richie felt his knees buckle with relieve when he recognised Sarah’s car in the drive way. He wasn’t going to do this alone!
“Sarah is here ..oooh..goo...ooooooooooohhhhh...”
Megan froze.
“Rub Big guy...rub....”
Standing in front of her, she braced herself on his shoulders, working through the contraction as his hands worked their magic. Her whole being was a ripple of hurt and throbs. Mega groaned as it refused to let up, the contractions were coming closer and lasting longer. Fighting to surrender to the onslaught she couldn’t help but buckle for a mere second.
Strong hands steadied her.
“You’ve had more than enough now baby. Let me take over now ok? Let me get you home.”
She nodded and felt herself been lifted into his arms, thankful for the hard wall of his chest and the steady thud of his heart.
“There you are!” Sarah took one look , accessing Megan’s condition before showing them towards the filling birthpool in the room.
“Lets take a quick look to see how things are going with you and baby.”
Helping her to lie down on the bed, Richie looked awkwardly at both women.
“I’m gonna let you two do your thingy..I’m gonna get something to drink..”
He rushed out.
“Ok Megan, you are six centimetres dilated. Do you want anything for the pain? Baby’s heartbeat sound good...”
“No, I’m ok. I think I’m ready for the pool now.”
Putting on her bikini top she just sagged into the pool when the next contraction ripped at her. Richie’s dark hair appeared around the door.
“Safe to come in?”
Truth to be told, he had tried to get hold of Jon. No luck, out of desperation he had called the hospital only to be informed that they had gone to lunch. Leaving an urgent message at the nurse’s station he hung up.
“Aahh soaking in the pool now?” he teased, but swallowed it as he saw Megan struggle through a contraction.
At least she was in a bikini...ok bikini top...get your’ e eyes somewhere else Sambora! Bending over her he submerged his hands, circling over the shining tummy.
“This one feels tough....breathe hon..”
“I AM BREATHING!!! SHIT!!!!” She was almost foaming from the mouth.
Wide puppy eyes flew towards Sarah’s. Sarah nodded. Yep, it has started. The birthing demon had taken control of sweet Megan....
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