Epilogue
Danielle
5 years later…
“I’m sorry Danielle, we can’t wait any longer,” Dr. Adamson says regretfully as he motions for the nurse to put my legs up in the stirrups.
“NO,” I scream. “I’m not doing this without him. I can’t,” I cry as I squeeze down with everything I’ve got on Sophie’s hand.
“Fuck,” she cries, attempting to pull out of my grasp. “It’s ok, babe. I’m here. You have to push.”
“AHHH” I scream as another contraction rips through my body. “WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?”
The door slams open as Miller and Tank rush in. “I’m here,” he yells, rushing over to my side and gasping for breath as Tank takes one look around and promptly turns on his heel and stalks back out of the room.
“About fucking time,” Sophie scowls.
“Did you win?” I ask him as I take slow deep breaths and take his hand in mine.
“Come on babe, you know I would never let a championship game slip through my fingers,” he says with a smirk.
“Fuck,” I pant. “It’s happening again,” I groan as I squeeze down on his hand.
“Alright Danielle, I need you to push on this contraction,” Dr. Adamson explains.
The contraction comes on and I feel like my body is splitting in half. I push with everything I’ve got as pain completely overtakes me. I gasp for breath, only to be told to push again. “I can’t fucking do this,” I cry.
Miller leans over and catches my lips in his. “You’ve got this baby,” he tells me. “I didn’t marry a quitter.”
“SHUT UP,” I snap. “I fucking hate you for doing this to me,” I say, clenching my teeth together, taking a deep breath and pushing again. “This is all your fault. You and your big fucking dick can go and fuck yourself,” I scream.
He chuckles under his breath and I clamp down harder on his hand getting a very satisfying groan out of him.
“Come on, Dani,” Sophie encourages from my other side.
“Fuck you, whore. I’d like to see you doing this,” I grunt at her.
“Well you will be, in about 8 months,” she tells me with a grin. “Now hurry up and get on with it, you’re kind of freaking me out here.”
“I fucking love you,” I shriek, grabbing her by the shirt and pulling her down to me, planting a big sloppy kiss on her cheek, then groan as another contraction comes on. Yeah, this is something we will have to discuss afterward.
I give one more big push when Dr. Adamson announce that the head is finally out. I sigh out in relief as all the books tell me that the head is the worst part. Miller can’t help himself and takes two quick steps to the end of the bed and takes a good look. “Holy fuck, babe,” he gasps “It’s like my favourite pub just burnt down.”
“I’m going to kick your fucking ass if you don’t get back up here in the next two seconds,” I growl.
“Ok,” he grins, holding both hands up in surrender.
“Actually, why don’t you stay down here,” Dr. Adamson says as he fiddles around with my hoochie a bit more. “You can deliver your baby from here on,” he says.
Miller’s face flicks between me and the doctors. “Are you serious?” he asks with wide eyes.
“Oh no,” Sophie groans under her breath.
“Sure am, but if you’re going to do this, it needs to be now,” he says.
Miller practically skips back into position as Dr. Adamson instructs him on what to do. I give one final push as Miller delivers our baby. “Holy shit,” he whispers, looking down at our baby in awe as the nurse rushes in with a blanket. Miller walks back around to me and ever so gently places our baby down in my arms.
“It’s a girl,” Miller whispers, looking down at us together.
“She’s beautiful,” I sob, looking down into my daughter's face, the complete and utter pain of the last 24 hours completely forgotten.
“Wow,” Sophie says with a hand resting against her chest. “She’s beautiful. What’s her name?” she asks.
I look up into the beautiful dark eyes of my husband. “Mia-Rose Cain.”
Miller leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. “It’s perfect,” he murmurs as he gently runs his fingers down the side of our baby girls’ face. “You’re both perfect.”
As the doctors and nurses make their way out of the birthing suite, Sophie excuses herself to give us a little privacy.
I do my best to scoot over in the bed, but to be honest, it fucking hurts down there. Miller climbs in as best he can beside me and together we introduce our baby girl to the world around her. Seeing Miller holding our baby in his arms has tears springing from my eyes. “I love you so much already,” he tells her. “I will never let anything hurt you, beautiful girl,” he promises her.
He leans back and wraps one arm around me, allowing me to snuggle into his side while he holds Mia in his other arm. “We did good,” I murmur.
He holds me a little bit tighter. “I love you, baby,” he vows.
“And I love you, Superstar.”
The End.