Page 32 of The Broken Beginning: Part One

“Oh shit!” A man at the other end of the hall yelled as he saw what was happening.

“Can we get her into a room with some privacy?” Shannon yelled at the staff.

“We’re trying!” the nurse snapped back.

“Brenda, get out of here!” A man ordered as another nurse ran up to assist. Several people moved at once then and I couldn’t keep up as my body was lifted and placed onto a bed just as another contraction tore through my body. I screamed while trying to basically do a sit up and using my own thighs for leverage to get there.

“Look at that, you don’t even need coaching. You’re a natural. That’s it, keep pushing, the head is already crowning, sweetie.” The man cooed to me in a kind voice, that didn’t sound the least bit as panicked. That was reassuring.

“Okay, now, rest until the next one. We’re going to move you a little at a time in between pushes and see if we can’t get you behind a curtain until your little one arrives. Then we’ll wheel you both up where you belong, okay?”

“He’s early,” I cried.

“How early?”

“She’s not due until the first of May,” Shannon informed him as I began to bare down once more.

“That’s okay. Not too early then. Everything will be fine, sweetie. That’s it, breathe and keep going. Good job! Now rest.” He ordered the others, “Move!” The bed immediately began to roll, and we were on our way, almost to a curtained off area before I was trying to do another sit-up and screaming through the burning hot pain in my girly bits.

“Keep going, you got this. That’s it. Okay, stop for a second.” I could feel things going on down below, but my eyes were scrunched shut so I wouldn’t have to acknowledge how many people were getting a good look at my wrecked vagina.

“Okay, push when you feel it again. Once you get those shoulders out it will be smooth sailing.”

That was the weirdest thing anyone had ever said to me, but I listened because the next thing I knew, I was scrunching my poor body up again and pushing for all I was worth. There was a popping sensation, like something finally breaking free, and then an easy slip of the body being expelled from my own. Seconds went by that felt like minutes before I heard the high pitch wailing of a baby’s cries.

“You have a healthy baby boy!” The doctor announced and too many voices around us let out whooping cheers and congratulations.

“Let’s get you behind the curtain so we can deliver the placenta and get you two taken care of and ready to move upstairs,” the doctor ordered. I think it was more for the nurses benefit than mine, to get them moving. I didn’t honestly care because someone laid my little boy’s body right on my chest and I held onto him for dear life. He was wrinkled, wet, bloody, cheesy, and all-around ugly for the birth experience, but he was also the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my whole life.

After a bunch of gross shit happened, I tried to fight a nurse who wanted to take my baby from me, and once they got my son and me stable, we were wheeled to an elevator. Thankfully, the doctor who delivered my son came with us because I sure as hell didn’t trust the nurses.

“Shannon, please, don’t leave me. Don’t let them take my baby!” I cried to her, wishing my big, scary dad was there to see to things.

“I’m not going anywhere, honey.” She tapped my foot reassuringly because it was the only thing she could reach.

“Did you get a hold of your dad?” Stacey asked me.

“I left a message for him when he wouldn’t answer. He was on the road, so that thing was probably in his saddlebag.

“Your dad a biker?”

“Yeah, he’s a member of the Aces High MC.”

The doctor smiled at me. “You know Junior?”

I nodded. Junior was a little younger than my dad, but not by much. “Junior and Liz are great. She gave me a beautiful blanket for the baby.”

“Junior is my older brother,” the doc said.

“Wow. I didn’t know he had a brother.” Something flashed in his eyes then, but I was too out of it to connect the dots. “Don’t feel bad about that, I don’t spend a lot of time around the MC these days. Besides, it's not like they tell their life stories to a member’s daughter.”

“It’s okay. Junior and I haven’t spoken in about fifteen years.”

“Why?” I asked as we made our way off the elevator.

“I dated Liz first,” was all he said in answer. Oh shit!

“That sucks.”

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