"Lepard, could you do me a favor? As you know, I am on week 34 already, and it is any day when they operate on me, so could you take those damn stitches out of my cervix, I mean, in. I am so full that any movement hurts, and as you know, no one can be with me all the time. So, no support, and I wish not to make big blood clots in my uterus."
My tone was just perfect for it to be calm but reasonable for my husband, Lepard, one of my 14 husbands, who was also a doctor in the real world. Not in this pocket universe, to act. He walked into my room. He was tall, a bit taller than Damon; his blonde hair and sky-blue eyes made his handsome but cruel face look boyish when he smiled at me.
"Sure,Sure, my love, I have a kit with me. I can pluck them off, but you have to be careful, not to move too much, but Wulfe will be in at noon to put monitors on," he said as he walked to my room.
I was lying on my bed, it was 9.30 am, and I had been having contractions, regular and strong ones for over 4 hours, but I had kept my mouth shut, and I was not going to say anything to lepard either.
It was time for me to do this myself. Or at least try to, but in my mind, in this state of mind, there was no doubt, no hesitation, only my plan, my loneliness, my inner strength, what I needed to do this alone.
Lepard helped me on my back, so he could pluck those stitches out, and as he sat on a stool and started his little gynecological procedure, he muttered, "Good thing getting these out, they are pretty embedded in here, might sting a bit."
I just grunted, and he dug those damn stitches out and said, "Might be having some spotting, they were really embedded in there and cut into tissues, and as your healing is slower, do not worry, just wait for Wulfe to put you on monitor and try to relax, it is almost time. Every day helps those little ones."
Lepard's voice was warm, but he, too, was stressed.
I asked, "What is it? You are worried, why?"
He said, "Nothing, well, I am sorry, but Damon is all over Mariella. As she has a common cold or something, he put his fangs in her throat to help her, so he has been offline and might not.."
I nodded; it was fine. The connection that chip had made had been too much for him, and well, it was what it was.
Lepard washed his hands and said, "well i have to go, I am on kitchen duty. Our five have been a little cranky about their eating, as you know, their own will is emerging. Food is the first thing that they try."
I said, "Try fish sticks, or chicken nuggets, but make them into different shapes, I have the uppermost left cabinet in the back of the kitchen, in the flour cabinet box full of molds, which you could use for frying eggs and such. Make it fun."
Lepard nodded, smiled, and said, "Thanks, might do the trick, you my love, take it easy, and tell us if you need anything."
I just smiled. Kept my expression neutral as the next strong contraction hit my uterus, almost forced my breath to stop, and the pain really hit me. But I refused to let it show at all. I was not that weak, like Mariella. I was a strong, freaking alpha female.
I got up; it was time to walk a bit again. contractions felt and hurt, but it was just what it was supposed to be; I was in labour. I walked slowly to one of my storage rooms. There were not so many pack members upstairs, and those who were here were busy doing chores and such.
In my storage room, I took a big gym ball and pump, walked back to my room, and inflated the ball, which would help me. I stretched myself, did squats, hummed, leaned to the wall, and breathed through every damn contraction. As the ball finally inflated and was ready, I sat on it, rolled with it, and it helped a bit.
My mental state was focused here and now, and there was no doubt in my mind. It was once again my alpha mental state that took over, and it was just that I had never actually talked much about this to anyone, so how could they have known?
I heard footsteps, and the door opened, "My unicorn, time to do monitor...what are you doing?" Wulfe asked as I was sitting on my ball, panting through yet another contraction.
"No need for that, I am in labour, but please can you be with me?"
I finally got my voice to work and asked Wulfe.
He stammered slightly, and I let my pain, my loneliness, and a bit of my alpha mentality bleed into his mind, making him furrow his brow and say, "Sure, but... how long, should not we inform.."
He was walking toward me.
I got up and said, "I say what you do, I have had contractions since 5.30 this morning, so this is happening, I need you to check my cervix, how far along I am."
My voice was strained, and Wulfe said, "Fine, just tell me what I have to do, but I put the monitors on, wait just one minute for the babies too."
I rolled my eyes as he took a few wide bands and wrapped them around me, flicked on monitor what began show my tracing and each of my five babies heart rates, i was not sure if my readings were live or would he have to send them to somewhere in order others to see, and besides, hardly not so many salvatores would be available for me or my birth. Or I assumed so.
I said to Wulfe, "Now, you have to measure my cervix with your fingers. See, in my mind, here is the data and knowledge, take it and use it. We have to do this together, huh? "
Wulfe was still a bit hesitant, but as I lay in bed and let him check my cervix, he did it and said. "I think you are a bit over 6 centimeters. Listen, I tell Adam. He can come and check on you, too. It is good to have extra hands, after all five babies."
He was nervous, and I nodded, said, "Fine, but help me up, it is easier to move than lie down. And by the way, I might bleed, but it is just as my cerclage had been really embedded and lepard had to dig them out, and my healing is slower, so.." he looked paler but helped me up.
I leaned to him, shook when pain hit me really hard and made me whimper, he supported me, as much as he could, but he too was a bit overwhelmed by all of this, and he felt me, my need to have someone, so he just could not go away. It did not take more than ten minutes, as calm footsteps told me Adam was coming.
And the door opened. "Honey, what the hell? You are in labour, now missy, I need to check you and see where we are, but first, I'll go and put OR to get ready, just in case. It will take 45 minutes to be done."
Wulfe said, "She is a little over 6 centimeters dilated, contractions are coming less than five minutes apart, and she is in pain." His voice was strained.
Adam clenched his jaw. This was not good, and he needed to make big decisions and fast.
Wulfe said to him telepathically, "She is too hot, shakes from pain, and I am not sure if natural birth is possible, but once again, I let her snappy sentences hit me, and I failed her."
Adam reassured him, "She is who she is. Here is fucking strong pheromonal layering here, I know, as I have kept this modified shield on when Mariella puffs out her strange compounds when she is fucked up with number one. What I do now is check her cervix and then go and inform Salvatores. We have been talking about it might be best to put Mimi's babies in the downstairs NICU, and since she seems infected, even more so. I need to go and make sure that space is ready, too. Try to keep her calm. Don't tell her what we are planning, no need for her to panic."
Wulfe said, "Fine, she seems to be running a fever, but what?"
As a contraction eased once again, Adam said to me, "Honey, come to bed for a while, I need to check your cervix too, and then I go and get more supplies from downstairs medbay. We haven't got everything here. "
He really did not give me a choice as he and Wulfe once again led me to my bed, and Adam carefully inserted his long fingers into my pussy, and felt around. Sharp pain jolted me, making me tense and hiss in pain. I was also quite damn nauseous, and I had already thrown up regularly, and soon it felt was going to happen again, not that there was much in my stomach, but some bile.
i grabbed my bag just as Adam had gotten his examination done and said when I puked, or tried to, "Honey, it is still six centimeters, but that scar band is getting tight. I am not sure if you can open up anymore."
After I had gotten my heaves to subside, I said, "Why don't you slice that band open? I mean, a little nick would give me leeway, and since my healing is slow, it would help out."
Adam was silent and said, "Honey, I'll go now and get us a little more supplies, and then we'll watch those monitoring feeds as well. I'll check on the position of your babies. It would be best for you to stay in bed, but I guess you are too sore for that. But first, I take a few tubes of blood, Damon's orders, he has ordered in, in case of contractions."
I nodded.
Adam act swift and decisively and got those tubes, five of them taken, and then he stroked my head and smiled at me, as he was done and got on with his things, leaving the room. wulfe was a bit pale-looking as he helped me back on my feet. I shook and trembled. I felt one minute cold, and then a hot flush would make me sweat and plaster my hair all over my scalp.
And pain would hit me, making me almost fall over, but Wulfe supported me, helped me squat onto the ball and roll in it, if it would help even a bit. I was fully determined to give birth, not care what Adam was going to do, or I had not told him to tell anyone, so my mind was kind of focused inward, and not every little thing that I could have done to ensure my peace to do this as I liked came to my mind.
"Shh, my unicorn, should you lie down, you are in so much pain," Wulfe crooned to me.
I panted, my hair wet, body tense, and mind focused on one thing: get these babies out.
I said to him, "It is painful, yeah, but it is part of the package. Just hold me, it helps."
He murmured something as I leaned towards him, waiting for the next big contraction to hit me, and I was trying to preserve my strength for that.
I said to Wulfe, "This is a wild ride, my love. I hope you are up to it, but I hope I am not stressing you too much. I know I have been bitch, all over the place, and I am sorry."
I moaned and felt something coming out. I had nothing on my lower body, and I was not sure if I was going to erupt with my waters or what, but I gave a tentative push, felt something slide out, and dropped on the floor with a wet slap.
Wulfe took a deep breath, "Whoa, that is a big blood clot, my unicorn. I think you should really lie down."
I grunted and said, "It looks bigger, remember I have quite a lot of blood in me, and even more now, so it is fine, like I said, those cerclage ripped into my cervix, and since I am not healing, clots might be dropping. Nothing to worry."
I kept my voice steady, hell, I had no idea if it was a good or bad thing and how big a clot had been dropped, but once again, I was alpha female, doing my thing. meaning protecting others around me, being strong, able, independent, all that jazz. Now it was not the time for doubts. I had to keep Wulfe calm, keep myself calm, hope my strength would hold, and I would get my five babies out in the world.
Since I was not fully dilated yet, no need for me to go to the medbay just yet. I was just fine in my dim, warm bedroom. On Valentine's Day. My color theme here was light yellow morphing to light green and to turquoise, all pastel shades, and my curtains were silvery, shimmering fabric, long, light, and ethereal.
It was a safe place for me to be right now. After all, all I had done was flood this space with my pheromones; this was my nest, my den, my safe place to be. I was utterly running with my instincts as I trusted them, not my overly neurotic mind.