BC: The Birth of Adam-1

Rose "What the fuck?!" I punch the wall beside me. Christine laughs. "It's not funny. I'm about to lose my mind." I glare at her. "I've been pregnant before Rose, as much as you love your bundle of joy, the ninth month feels a bit dragged. Come sit down." She smiles softly, gesturing to the leather seat to her right. My huge baby bump tries to work against me as I make my way to my dining table. It's so much work. "I feel so useless. I can't help out at all. I'm always either mad at something or really forgiving. I love my baby boy but damn, he kicks the fuck outta me all the time now." I sit back on the chair and look towards her. "You love it, don't you?" "It's really cute. He'll be strong. But still..." I sigh. "You're going to be a great mother, the baby is due any day now so the wait won't be long." She assures me, grabbing my hand. "I hope so. I just want him out of me already, so I can hold him. Teach him. He'll be so loved." I rub my bump, looking down at him. "Of course he will. I can't wait to meet him, all of us can't wait." I nod, lifting my eyes to meet hers with a smile. "I'm hungry. My snacks aren't here. If you look in my pantry, all you'll see is tortilla chips, tons of ranch for some salad, chocolate chip cookies, and this cookie that's made 3 blocks from here. I checked before I came. That's how crazy these cravings are." I roll my eyes. He's such a fat baby. "Is he craving that cookie right now?" She smiles, getting up. "You have no idea. My hormones are making me feel like I need it, I'm bout to start bitching in a few minutes." So seriously. "I could go get some really quick. You want to come with me?" She grabs her coat off the rack, going into the living room. "My ankles ache, so no I'll sit this one out. Thank you so much, I'm about to die." "I'll be right back. Call me if anything happens." She leaves and shuts the door behind her. I sigh and try to get up. I need some water. Looking around my mother in law's home, I smile softly. Ever since I got too pregnant to do anything, I've been stuck over here. I hate the feeling of being too useless to do my job, run our group. Ryder's been so busy nowadays and yet he still comes home and stays up with me. I can see him wearing down. I take slow steps to the kitchen, keeping my hands on my back and cautiously moving. I reach the fridge and grab a cold bottle of spring water. If I was at home, the members of our group would've fought to get me this. Like I can't walk or something. I can't let them follow me here, I'd break something trying to get them away from me. I wobble to the living room and sit down on the white leather couch. Grabbing the remote, I turn on the news channel. It keeps me feeling useful. "Ugh!" A stabbing feeling echos from my pelvis area. I drop my water and spill it all over myself and the floor. "Damn." I seethe out and take a deep breath. Calm down, baby. The kicks are getting really aggressive. I look around and groan. I made a fucking mess. I wipe the front of my dress and get up to get the mop. Another pang of pain guts me and I double over. What the fuck? It's never been this bad. The water all over me seems to spill more on the ground as I make my way back to the kitchen. I look behind me and gasp. A trail of water, too much to be from the bottle, follows me. My heart races as everything sounds out and the only thing conscious to me is my baby. I'm going into labor right now. Another strong pang of pain confirms my thoughts and I can barely breathe. Shit. Fuck. Woah. This is the worst timing ever. I have to go to the hospital. The pain is constant now, no one's here to help me. I have to do this myself. I groan, turning around to head towards my car outside. I grab my keys, grudgingly, trying to breathe as the contractions come faster and stronger. Just fucking move. You have to go. The baby is here, he's ready, so you have to be ready too. Let's go. I make it to the front door, get out and walk out to my car. My body screams with hurt but I unlock the door and slowly move into the car. I pull my phone from my bra, starting the car and speed dialing Ryder. I take a couple of deep breaths, pulling out of the driveway, and speeding out towards the hospital. "Rose?" Ryder answers. "The...baby, he's coming." The line for silent for a couple of seconds, but then is broken by a loud intake of breath. "Where are you?" He asks, sounding increasingly worried. "I'm- driving to- ughh- Santa Maria Hospital, meet me there." I manage to say. "You're driving? What? Meet you? Rose, are you alone right now? Wait ok, let me- oh God, Rose-" "Take a- deep breath Ryder, just go there, I'll be there. I'm pulling- into the hospital right now. I have- to go." I breathe out, ending the phone call. I pull up in front of the emergency entrance and hop out the car. I drag myself through the doors, running on adrenaline. "Can you guys get someone to help me! Fuck!" I groan out and quickly I'm surrounded by nurses and put on a bed. They roll me to some room and relief spreads throughout me. I made it. But everything's just begun. Ryder "Rose!" I rush into the hospital and up to the counter. "Where the patient Rose Brown?" My legs shake and I can't control the twitching all across my body. I'm late. I'm so late, I should've been glued to her side this week. The baby was due 2 days from today. "Yes, take a left there and she should be in room 242-" I dash off in the direction the person points to. I round the corner, sprinting pass the small lobby and into room 242. I burst into the room to see Rose with her eyes shut tightly while she breathes in deeply. "Um, who are you sir?" Some nurse asks. "Her husband." Rose's eyes open and she narrows them at me. The tension in my body relaxes a tiny bit. I'm here. "Ryder, come right the fuck next to me, right now!" She groans out, sweat glistening off her forehead. "Of course." I murmur to myself, running over and sitting down on the small stub there. Rose grabs my hand and digs her fingernails into it, grunting in pain. "This is all your fucking fault. Shit. Why the fuck do I have to give birth? Why couldn't you? Bitch. Bitch!" Rose shouts, turning her head to face me. "I'm sorry baby. If I could, I would. I promise I would." I say. I squeeze her hand. I mean it. Her eyes shine as the tears in them gather in them. My jaw clenches. "Ryder, this hurts like a bitch." "Yes baby, I know." "But I'm not no bitch." "Of course honey." "So I can do this." "Fuck yes you can." She nods, smiling weakly. She takes a deep breath and exhales. "That's right Rose breathe." I take a deep breath with her and we exhale together. We do that a couple of times, as we had done in the months prior, practicing for this moment. The door burst open and my mom stumbles in. She sees Rose and cries.