Tim's POV
I woke up with a stabbing pain in my back, like someone was reaching into my insides and squeezing my internal organs; I was struggling to breathe and my heart rate had elevated; I crawled out of bed carefully so's not to wake Francesca up and I went downstairs and onto the back porch to get some fresh air. I had never felt this bad before, I could feel that it wasn't long before my insides would rupture and I wouldn't be around much longer. With that last thought I went back to bed and snuggled back into Francesca.
Francesca POV
I woke up with an almighty stab to the groin I sat up quickly and felt the covers beneath my hands; they were sodden and yet the pain wasn't subsiding,
"Tim" I nudged him which only got me a grunt of disapproval, "Tim...We need to go now" I nudged him again I watched as he stirred but turned back over,
"MAM!" I screamed which brought Tim to attention,
"What the hell Francesca" He cried out just as Mum burst through the door with Mam in toe,
"Honey what is it?" She asked face ashen and alerted,
"We need to go now" I said again desperately,
"What do you mean, 'We need to-"
"For God sake, I'm in labour my water has broke" I replied agitated as I slowly began to climb out of the bed,
"Oh" Was all Mam said until it finally kicked in, "Come on we need to go" We all calmly went to the car where Mum, not so calmly, drove us to the hospital.
~16 Hours into Labour~
Every passing minute was like another stab to my body; the pain was unbearable; 16 hours and I was only 5 cm dilated nothing more nothing less, and it seemed to slow down but each contraction was painful; just on queue another contraction was coming,
"Tim" I cried holding out my hand he stepped over and held my hand as I squeezed it close and tight as the pain spread like wildfire,
"How was that honey?" Tim asked,
"How do you fucking think it was?" I snapped,
"I'm sorry baby" He replied kissing the back of my hand; the pain subsided and eased off,
"I'm sorry, the pain it doesn't fucking ease" I cried out,
"It's fine I don't understand or can even comprehend the pain you're going through" I turned and smiled at him,
"I am hungry though" I said,
"We can't give you anything babe, just in case you have to go into theatre if there are any complications"
"Urgh!" I groaned, "I know, but I'm starving" I whined,
"I'm sorry Fran, just keep with it and get our Son out of you and to us" He smiled, then I watched as he began to sway and looked dazed and in pain,
"Babe? Are you okay?" I asked sitting up,
"Hmm, Yeah I'm fine just a little light headed" He smiled, just as my Mums came through the door,
"Hey guys are you okay?" Mam asked,
"Pure agonising pain, but Tim went light headed tell him for the love of God to get something to eat or go get some rest" I said,
"Tim why don't you go down to the café and get yourself a cup of coffee and something to eat, I'll phone if anything happens" Mum offered, I looked onto him with an encouraging look and gained a scared and worried one in return,
"Go on, he'll still be inside me by the time you get back I don't think he's gonna move anymore anytime soon" He nodded and walked towards the door, he didn't have time to change so he was still in his pyjama pants and his t-shirt on as he hazily walked to the door and walked out.
"What's wrong with Tim?" Mum asked,
"Honestly, I don't know he keeps blanking out and becoming hazy... It's odd" I frown, "I'd feel much better if one of you went with Tim just in case" I said looking between my parents,
"I'll go" Mum said, "You'll be okay sweetie, just keep him in there till we come back" She chuckled,
"You want anything bringing back?" Mum asked Mam,
"No, I'm good" She replied, Mum kissed Mam's lips before she left,
"Oh Elise you could grab me a muffin as you come back" She winked at her with a knowing look,
"Guys" I chuckled in disgust at them as they laughed at me and Mum eventually wandered out of the delivery room.
~25 Hours into Labour~
Contraction were becoming more frequent and more painful, Mam had taken Tim home for some rest, I promised him I wouldn't push not 'til he came back,
"ARRGHHH! Mum these pains are a bitch" I cried gripping her hand as the pain swallowed me whole,
"Breathe through them honey" She said as I felt her hand run through my hair; just then a Nurse came into the room,
"Okay Francesca, I'm gonna do an examination and see if you have dilated any further" She said as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves. The examinations are always painful especially since my vagina was beginning the stretch for a babies head to be pushed through it,
"Okay Francesca, I need you to relax and breathe through this, tell me if you feel any contractions ready" Without another word her fingers were entering the opening, I watched her face as she measured how dilated I was,
"How far?" I asked,
"You're about ready, you're at 9cm" She smiled gleefully as she took off her latex gloves,
"Mum... Phone Tim" I said as I breathed through the next contraction,
"I'll be back shortly" She kissed my forehead before she disappeared into the corridor; just as she left there was an interference with the machinery,
"What's going on?" I asked trying to remain calm,
"The baby seems to be in some distress and his heart rate has elevated" I began to worry and my heart rate elevated with the babies, "Francesca you must remain calm I'm sure it'll be fine" She tried to reassure me but I just wanted to kick and slam her into the floor,
"What's going on?" Mum asked rushing back in,
"His heart rate has elevated" The Nurse said, "We're going to have to go to theatre" My stomach dropped at the thought,
"No... I can't my boyfriend wants to be here to see his birth please" I begged,
"I'm sorry darling, we have to go now if we don't you could lose your baby" The nurse said calmly with desperation in her voice,
"No, I need Tim here... He has Cancer he might not get this chance again I want him here" I cried, the whole room was in silence looking at me,
"Fran honey, this little guy needs to be delivered he could die" Mum pressed,
"NO!" I stubbornly argued,
"Leave her" Mum said and nothing more was said.
I watched as each aching moment passed I begged and hoped Tim would come bounding through the door with Mam in tow. With every minute I watched as Thomas' heart rate kept dropping and picking up again, his life was in the balance but I wanted Tim here, he wouldn't get to see his child be born again. My phone rang beside me; picking it up Tim's face flashed up on the screen,
"Tim" I said breathless,
"Francesca, let the nurses and doctors do the caesarian please don't endanger our baby please" He begged,
"I want you here" I cried down the phone,
"Francesca!" He snapped, "Your Mum told me he could die please let them do the caesarian, I'm in the car park I'm going to be there shortly tell them to start getting you sorted for theatre" His voice pleaded and begged,
"Fine, I'll let them prep me but please Tim hurry up" Once Tim hung up I glanced up at the heart monitor showing me Thomas' heart rate it has completely flat lined,
"MUM!" I cried she rushed through the door with the nurse following her close behind, "his heart beat its flat lined" I cried as I was whisked away into theatre,
"If you had let them do this twenty minutes ago we wouldn't be in this frantic state Francesca" Mum scorned,
"I'm sorry, please" I cried, tears dampened my face,
"Please do not stress her out anymore than she is already" Nurse Watson scorned my mother as she pushed my bed swiftly into theatre. The bed crashed through the doors and there stood Tim in his scrubs looking funny,
"Tim" I exhaled,
"I'm here" He cried as he squeezed my hand,
"Keep strong Fran" Mum called as they both were left in the corridor and it was just Tim and I.
Below my waist was numb as they sliced me open, many Nurses and Doctors surrounded my lower area as they fought to keep my Son alive after I potentially killed him,
"Tim" I said weak, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill him"
"Sshh, he hasn't died he's fine he's going to be strong just like his Mummy is" He smiled at me as he kissed my lips,
"Take him get him weighed" I couldn't see anything but Tim's face was telling me everything I needed to know, there was no noise coming from our Baby,
"Tim" I cried as I grabbed his hand, "Why isn't he making a noise" Tim's face was ashen and a white sheet has covered his face; loosening my hand he disappeared behind the blue sheet and I couldn't see anything or anyone for that matter, there was still no noise of him crying just silence, deafening silence; Tim reappeared to my side his face still white and ashen with a single tear falling down his face,
"Tim" I cried shaking his hand and squeezing it, "Tim answer me" I whispered not trusting how my voice would come out, his eyes were averted the whole time tears more adamant and longer flowing, I watched as he removed his scrubs and left the room; I knew that couldn't be good news.
Nurse Watson disappeared out of the room holding the blue blanket and I knew my baby boy was swathed in the blue blanket; I cried and I cried hard I had to wait while the Doctors sewed me back up. Once I was stitched back up I was pushed back to my room still no one had told me where Thomas was or Tim for that matter. As I was pushed into my room my Mum had my Mam engulfed in her arms as she softly cried,
"Will someone tell me what the hell is happening" I snapped anger and hurt filled my voice,
"Francesca I warned you" Nurse Watson said rather coldly, "I'm sorry Francesca, baby Thomas didn't make the birth, he had had the umbilical chord wrapped far too many times around his neck he could breath it had crushed his windpipe for too long I'm so sorry" She said her face sympathetic,
"I don't need your empathy" I snapped as I turned over and ordered everyone to leave,
"If someone finds Tim tell him to go home and not to bother coming back" I snapped; there was a worrying commotion from outside in the corridor, the Nurse who was in rushed outside and attended to the matter, Mum followed her but she reappeared with a scared and grey face,
"Elise What is it?" Mam asked, she shook her head not wanting to say what she had seen, she slumped over to my mother and turned her around and whispered in her ear they both looked at me not sure whether they should tell me or not,
"What the fuck is going on" I was agitated and angry, "I'm sick of being kept out of the loop" slamming my hands down on the bed beside me,
"Francesca please" Mum begged, "Tim was being carted off into another room he collapsed in the corridor he's being monitored as we speak" My heart dropped into my stomach I couldn't speak my voice caught in my throat, taking deep panicky breathes I tried to stand up but the pain from having my stomach stitched up was still hurting,
"Find out what is happening I can't lose them both" I cried into my hands; Mum raced out of the doors went in search of what happened to Tim.
Mum had been gone quite a while, she came back in solemnly with a sad and red face,
"Francesca" Her voice was small,
"Don't say it please" I choked on the saliva that had collected in my throat, "Mum" I cried desperately pleadingly,
"Honey, Tim's body was shutting down the Cancer spread from his Liver and into his Kidney's it was slowly shutting down all his organs, there was nothing they could do for him"
"Tim" I whispered, "no please tell me you're joking" I cried and cried as tears leaked down my face I was a wreck,
"You're lying" I whispered after a few minutes, "He's still alive, I can't lose all of my family in the space of 30 minutes" Both my Mothers came over and hugged me tightly squeezing all the sadness and the hatred from my body,
"He died peacefully Fran please remember that" Mum cried into my shoulder,
"He's a pain free place now, looking after your Son" Mam cried,
"Someone has it in for me up there to take my whole little family from me" I whispered, "I just need to go home" I said softly,
"Don't you want to go and see Tim before you go home?" Mum asked but I shook my head in response,
"I want to remember him the way he was" I began to cry again tears welled up spilling over and flooding my cheeks again.
~2 weeks later~
The last two weeks have been mind numbingly painful I couldn't sleep, I wouldn't sleep and I wouldn't eat or I ate very little, I went to Tim's funeral the whole thing was painful but both my Mum's were there to support me after they had fought for me to be there and after they told the Principal about us she begrudgingly but happily allowed me to go. Then the day after Tim's funeral we had to have Thomas' body buried I requested that he buried beside Tim and greatfully they allowed it had both my boys beside each other.
His memory was painful to remember, I wouldn't get to feel his heart beat against my hand as we laid still and calm asleep, I wouldn't get to hear his voice again or his soft whispers as he whispered menacingly kinky thoughts into my ear when he was feeling rather randy, I wouldn't get to hear him laugh as he laughed at one of my jokes that weren't funny; but the one thing that really smacked me in the face was the fact that I would never get the chance to have his children, and we wouldn't get the dream life we both wanted not until it was my time and I could be with my boys again, we would be reunited in heaven as a family as we should have been here on Earth.
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That's it guys I'm sorry it had to end that way however I have read too many predictable storied they get married have kid upon kid and I wanted to mix things up; They got their happy ending in the end of the first book so I decided to be unpredictable.
Yes I cried as I wrote this chapter :(
As I explain in my status update I am going to go through both these books again and I'm going to proof read and edit anything and make sure it all makes sense.
I'm interested in knowing what genre of book I should indulge all you amazing readers in so please get commenting, tell me what you guys want to read.
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