“Okay, I’m looking–” Poor Shaddy’s eyes bug out his head and he jerks away just in time to throw up more all over the floor.
I curse through my contraction as he violently projectile vomits all over the wall behind him. What a fucking pair, man.
“I’m sorry,” he sobs. “It’s just I see the head!” He puts his phone on speaker and lays it on the top of my belly like it’s a fucking table.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS–”
“PLEASE MACY JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND PUSH–”
“OH, I KNOW YOU’RE NOT TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT AFTER–”
“BRO, BEANIE’S HEAD IS LITERALLY HALFWAY OUT YO FUCKING PUSSY–”
“Ma’am! Sir! You both need to calm down. The baby could be in distress. Sir, go to the bathroom and fill the tub with warm water. Bring towels. Ma’am, when he gets back, you’re going to push. The baby’s coming whether you like it or not. Paramedics are ten minutes out.”
Shaddy leans back and slips because of course he slams his palm into vomit. After getting up, he stumbles into the bathroom, turning on the sink and the tub. Seconds later, he’s back drying his hands with some towel while holding three more with his chin.
He drops down between my legs and holds a towel in his hands like he’s about to catch the damn baby.
“God, I hate you,” I mutter, as another contraction barrels through me. I grip the sheets behind me as I scream at the top of my lungs, and Ifeelmy baby’s head sliding out of my pussy like a human turd.
I guess all those perineal massages were worth it.
This nigga dry heaves as his eyes balloon again. “O-okay, her whole head is out. One more, baby. Gimme one more push.”
I nod hella times, and when we lock eyes, the corner of his mouth lifts slightly. I pull myself up just a little, and this time, for the first time, I’m ready.
I scream at the top of my lungs, pushing as hard as I can, and a crazy ass fart rumbles throughout the entire room.
Oh, and my Bean.
Pressure immediately lifts out of my vagíne as I lift up and see her in his arms. He wipes her face with a towel, and her soft cries fill the room almost immediately.
Shad can’t stop looking at her, lifting up to his knees to rock her.
“Sir? Paramedics are outside,” the voice on his phone says.
“Right! Shit. Here, baby.” He gingerly hands Beanie to me, grabs his phone, and rushes out the room.
Another contraction hits me and more shit gushes out of me, but I can’t even pay attention to all that. My vision is honed in on the beautiful, perfect, brown baby that is lying in my arms.
Is this what Heaven feels like? Looking at the miracle you made?
No, wait…
I think I’mactuallydying.
Shad and three EMTs rush into the room. he kneels next to me and kisses the top of my head. “She’s beautiful, Mace.”
I hand her to him, and he furrows his brows. Damn… I’m not even hurting no more. My feet are cold though.
“Sh-shaddy… name her Sadé Reese… put an, a-apostrophe though… and your last name.”
“Sir, let me see the baby,” I hear someone say, but they sound far away.
The last thing I hear is something about hemorrhaging before my world goes black.
Shad
