Chapter 31

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Butch's POV
The only thing I expected from today was a boring day at work then going home to take care of my pregnant wife. This whole pregnancy thing has been a jab at my sanity; a bundle of emotions coming at me unexpectedly just to see how I react to them, Buttercup being crazy and shallow in getting what she wants and our food running out faster than it normally does.
So if you're planning on getting your wife pregnant anytime soon, be expecting to experience those three tortures. It was fun only when I had to apologize for making Buttercup mad when I really did some shit to piss her off, other times she had to apologize to me for letting her mood swings get the best of her even when I was at fault; it didn't happen often -I mean the apologizing not the mood swings, one minute we are making out and five seconds later she is pushing me away and telling me she doesn't need a man or something like I only love her because of the sex.- but when it did I treasured the moment.
I didn't expect a call from Brick at all saying buttercup just went into labour.
I barged through the hospital doors and ran to the front desk, "where is she? Mrs Rivers. What room is she in?"

Brick noticed me then called me over. We speedily walked side by side, "you're late, I called you thirty minutes ago."

"I spent the first ten minutes panicking, the second praying, and the third is what I used to get here."

"You could have called your driver and done all that in the car."

Well damn Brick...I didn't come here to receive your sarcastic comments.
I placed a hand on his shoulder, "Brick when you're married and you get a call in the middle of a hectic work day that your wife just went into labour, you will understand. Your inability to think will be heightened and you will be very fucking scared." Those were my last words before I went into her delivery room.
"You're late." Was the first she growled when she saw me.
Was today yell at Butch for being late day?

"You're lucky I'm here. I just wanna call dibs on the beautiful features of our daughter before you get to." I cautiously walked to her, although she is my wife and is in too much pain to do anything at the moment I still don't trust her.

"Butch I swear to God if you fucking piss me off-"
She let out a cry before she could finish her sentence. Her face contorted into pain.

"sorry babe," I took her hand in mine interlocking our fingers. "To be honest seeing you like this breaks my heart, I am scared for you." I placed a small kiss on the back of her hand.
I wished I could have taken her pain away, I didn't want to see her hurt, she's my wife, the love of my life, she's not meant to be hurt.

"I'm scared too babe." She replied her voice fragile.
"I know," I kissed her forehead, all I wanted to do was to shower her with kisses. That's all I could do. "Everything's gonna be alright. You want to know what will happen if things aren't?"
She shook her head, she was probably in so much pain that she couldn't talk. I have to make her forget all this pain no matter what, even if I have to be an idiot to help her do so.
"If you don't make it, your ghost will get to haunt this hospital forever, if our baby doesn't make it, I will go to medical school so i can become a doctor and prevent other unsuccessful deliveries. If you both die you can haunt this hospital as mother and daughter..."
"You have to pay a fine to the other ghost for haunting in their parts." A nurse said to herself but loud enough for everyone to hear.
She looked up from the tools in her tray and her eyes went wide, "I'm so sorry."
A female doctor sauntered into the room proudly. I recognized her; she was the gynaecologist my doctor recommended to me. I wanted a female obstetrician to carry out Buttercups delivery because if it was to be a male I won't be able to focus on my wife, I would be so freaking jealous.

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