Family dinner has never been my thing. Ever. Because I never had a family. Just Aunt Maria.
Until Andre.
Now, here we are, all having dinner, like a proper family should.
I’m huge, now, a week away from my due date.
I put down my fork and turn to Marco. “Can you get me some water, please?”
He looks at Andre and Rosa. “You guys want anything?”
Andre shakes his head.
“Can I get a piece of that apple pie in there?”
Marco laughs. “Sure.”
He gets up to go into the kitchen.
My baby is kicking a lot today and my back is killing me.
When Marco comes back in, he is doing a balancing act with my glass of water and two pieces of pie.
I get up to help him and something rips inside me. I gasp, holding my huge bump as something warm runs down my legs.
I don’t want to look. I’m too scared that it might be blood, that my baby might be dying.
Andre is up and beside me in two seconds flat. “What is it, sweetheart?”
Tears come to my eyes. I breathe, “I think there is something wrong with the baby.”
Glass crashes to the floor.
My eyes lift to Marco as he points at my feet. “Oh, fuck!”
Andre looks down too. “Oh, fuck!”
My eyes follow theirs as Marco starts swaying on his feet and needs to hold on to a chair. I think he might pass out.
“Andre…”
He picks me up and carries me to the car. “We are leaving to the hospital now. Rosa, call Dr. Waite and tell him to meet us there.”
“What, why?”
I look at her. “Because my waters just broke. It’s time.”
She squeals running to her phone, and Andre takes me to the car and has me in the hospital in next to no time. Only a couple of close calls this time.
As soon as we get there, someone is waiting for me.
I have to strip down and they put me in Andre in one of the private rooms.
Labor takes hours, and when pain starts to become too close together, I hold Andre’s hand hard.
“What if I don’t make it? What if I’m just like my mom?”
“Don’t you dare, Lila. I’ll ravage heaven and hell to get you back. So, you just focus on breathing and pushing and I’ll be right here with you the whole time. Deal?”