Chapter 101 101
Vanessa's POV
9 months later
"Are you sure you're good?" Auntie Shirley asked for the umpteenth time
She worried herself too much about me. So far, she has been covering me up from my parents. I had planned to hide my pregnancy away from everyone including my twin. I was embarrassed with myself and didn't have the mind to show my shameful self to them
"I got this, I'll take care of her" Bryan said, wrapping his arm around my waist. "Can you move?"
Chuckling, I nodded my head. "I'm not on labour or anything. Besides, my exercise has helped me so far"
"You're 9 months and your due date is close" Auntie Shirley reminded me. Whenever I thought about pushing my child out of my small vagina, it gets me scared.
"Don't do that." Bryan tapped my forehead. I frowned at him playfully. "You're overthinking and it's not good for my God child"
I rolled my eyes, matching towards the car after bidding my aunt goodbye. Bryan has been of great help to me. He came to see me every month and stayed for a week before going back to work. Same as Rebecca.
"I need to see my therapist" I said to him when he entered the car.
He raised his eyebrow at me, while his hand moved the gear. "The dream again?"
"Yeah. Its becoming very serious." I sighed, looking outside the window. "It felt real. Though I couldn't see faces but I could tell I was in it. Maybe he wasn't wrong and I just couldn't remember that night with another man"
"Oh please" Bryan scoffed. "Something is just not adding up but I'm sure when the time is right, it'll add up."
I placed my hand on my stomach, rubbing the firm bump. I would be lying if I said my pregnancy journey was easy because it wasn't and it took a lot of self encouragement and therapy to get through it.
Only I knew how many times I had contemplated ending my life or how many times I had cried myself to sleep with the thought that I was becoming what I said I wouldn't become - a single mum.
"Jayden" The word left my mouth.
"Who's that?" The engine went off. That meant that we had gotten to our destination.
"The name of my child" I smiled at him. He nodded slowly.
"There I thought you'd give him Bryan" He rolled his eyes.
"Then also name him Rebecca because she wouldn't let it go" I laughed, shaking my head. Bryan chuckled as well, nodding.
"True. Rebecca wouldn't let it slide easily. Shall we?" He asked, jumping out of the car and running towards my side
"Thank you" I said genuinely as I took his hands in mine. No shit, this pregnancy was heavy. My baby was so healthy.
"I'll be outside here waiting for you" He said, leaving me at the door of the therapist. I nodded in acknowledgement before going in.
"Ms. Vanessa, what a pleasure to meet you again" Mrs Smith, my therapist smiled at me.
I wasn't smiling back. I had more pressing matters and smiling back wasn't something I wanted to do now.
"I had the dream again. I can explain it well now" I managed to sit down. She pushed a bottle of gummies to me
She always fed me with sweet things. She said it would give my baby a sweet life. Funny lady.
"Go ahead"
I sighed softly, tucking my hair at the back of my ears. "It was a dinner and I had gone out with this guy whom I couldn't trace his face well. He looked like my ex but I'm not so sure because it was blurry."
"Let's assume he's the - sore topic yeah? Let's assume it's Doctor Topher"
I chuckled remembering how Doctor Topher would scowl if he was here. Topher was another therapist of mine. They both handled me and they did a good job.
"That'd be a nightmare and not a dream" Was I lying though? "Anyway, we had finished the dinner that brought us there and - and I just remember being carried home few minutes later by another person. So weird"
"Hmm! That's two different persons entirely" she nodded, scribbling something. A sharp pain struck me, making me jerk.
"Is there no way to shut dreams out?"
I clenched my fist, digging my nails into my palm as the pain became 5 times stronger
"I don't think it's a dream. I think your brain is trying to recollect a past event. Thinking about it, you had a similar - are you okay, dear?"
I shook my head at her. A loud gasp escaped her lips when a liquid trickled down my legs. "My water just broke" I told her, panic creeping through my skin
"Calm down, hunnie. Good thing you're in the hospital" Mrs Smith jumped up, running out. Immediately she left, Bryan burst into the room taking a seat close to me.
"It's time? Damn" Bryan stretched his hand to me. "Squeeze me instead. You're hurting yourself"
I cried, biting my lips hard.
"Let's go!" Mrs Smith pointed at me. Three male doctors helped me up and placed me on a wheel chair. Bryan didn't leave my side as he followed me closely.
"Call Rebecca and Auntie." I told him in a hushed tone. He nodded as he stood watching me enter into the theatre room.
"Breath and out" The doctor said when they had placed me on the bed.
"I'm doing that" I snapped, rolling my eyes.
"Okay, my bad" He chuckled. "We're going to start the process soon okay?"
I nodded, biting hard on my lips. I was really going to do this. "Everybody be on standby"
They kept talking in doctor terms while I battled with the pain and everything. I clenched, bit, cried while fighting the pain.
"Now, push" The doctor told me. I tried sitting up, pushing the baby out.
"Fuckkkk!!!" I screamed. My skin was ripping and it hurt like a fucking bitch. When my back touched the bed, hot tears streamed down my face.
"Again. We can see the head"
I cried, shaking my head. "It hurts, Doctor"
"You're strong" I wanted to call his bullshit but I had to do it for my baby. I had suffered enough not to see my baby and so I pushed again.
We went on and on until the very last process. I was too weak. My body dropped on the bed lazily. All my bones felt too heavy, I could barely move any
The cry of my baby echoed in the room, making a small weak smile appear on my face. The doctor placed the baby on my body.
My heart fluttered when I felt the heart beat of my child. Lazily, I raised my hand to touch my child. "It's a boy" The doctor said, happiness evident in his voice
"Jayden Willow" I cried.
Everything began to fade. The noise began to reduce and my eyes fluttered until it finally closed.
"No! She can't die on us."
I felt fulfilled
At least, my child was safe.
Eventually, I gave into the darkness that had been inviting.
My work was done.