I kissed her on the forehead and she murmured, “I may love you just a little bit for your dick, too. But mostly your heart.”
I couldn’t wait until I could make love to her again without our kid in between us. We’d had some amazing sex in creative positions up until this past month. It was awkward as hell and wasn’t comfortable for her anymore, so we were down to just oral. Not that I was complaining, but I missed being inside her and seeing the look in her eyes every time I found the spot that drove her wild.
“Let’s check you again,” Dr. Chung said from the doorway.
Charlotte squeezed my hand as another contraction set in. The doctor helped talk her through it, and by the time she sank back against the pillows, her face was covered with a layer of sweat. The nurse wiped it away and Charlotte caught her breath.
“Just about there,” the doctor said as she pulled her gloved hand out from beneath the sheet covering Charlotte’s legs. “Are you ready to push?”
“Yes.” Charlotte reached for me. “I want you closer. Will you hold on to my shoulders?”
“Of course, babe.” I leaned closer and held on to her, whispering encouraging words in her ear as she cried out with every push.
Every time she sank back against me in between pushing, I wished I could infuse her with strength. Seeing her pushed to the brink of pain and exhaustion delivering our baby was emotional for me. Even after several hours, she was giving it her all.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I said softly in her ear.
She didn’t respond, probably because she couldn’t. I could feel her body growing limper with every push. After a while, I was holding her up while she pushed.
Dr. Chung’s brow was furrowed.
“Come on, Charlotte,” she said. “One more time.”
“One more,” I said in Charlotte’s ear. “Come on, baby. You’re so close.”
Dr. Chung’s eyes locked with mine for just a second. After Charlotte mustered a push and panted with exertion, she spoke to both of us.
“Not close enough. It’s been so long that your body is too exhausted to continue.”
Charlotte gave a mournful cry and a tear ran out the corner of one eye. “No, I’ll . . . try harder. I can do it.”
“It’s not your fault. You did great. But it’s time for a C-section.”
My heart pounded hard and fast. Charlotte was too weak to even protest, though I knew she’d had her heart set on delivering the baby with no surgical intervention.
“It’s definitely necessary?” I asked Dr. Chung.
“Definitely. We’re taking her in now.”
“Can I come with her?” My voice broke as a nurse eased me off the bed so she could move the bed rail up.
“Yes. Give us a couple minutes to prep her and a nurse will come out and get you.”
I rubbed a hand over my face, feeling sick as they rolled her bed out of the room. My vibrant Charlotte was worn down to nearly nothing.
“Fuck,” I whispered, staring up at the ceiling. Tears burned my eyes.
I went to the waiting room and saw my mom in a chair across from Liam. The hopeful look on her face fell away when she took a look at me.
“What is it?” she asked.
“C-section. She’s too exhausted to push anymore.”
; Liam stood, his eyes locking with mine.
“What’s that mean?” he asked frantically. “They’re cutting the baby out of her?”