Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

Aria was taking as many deep breaths she could, hoping to ease the pain.She knew she had to live through this pain.No medicine could be used, nothing could be done until the baby was finally out.She nodded to the nurse, her eyes observing the wrist band they tied to her wrist.It spelled out her name in shortest of way along with some numbers they probaby would also tie to her baby. 13_13 .She didn't like the set of numbers,it seemed negative to her.Negative was not a good thing for a expecting mother, but the other contraction took her mind off it.

"Aah"She groaned, her nails digging in his skin."God, dammit.It hurts too much.How long till the baby is out?"She asked worried, to the nurses."Just a little while.Don't worry."She assured her, helping her onto the bed.It took all her effort to stand up and sit on the bed, as she rested.The position of resting was much better.She turned to face Vincent, so glad that he was with her.There were instances where she had woken up with nightmares, dreaming Vincent had left her.It was an inner demon she was still struggling with, and his presence pushed that horrid demon away in it's cage.

"I love you, I love you so much."She spoke, feeling his squeeze on her arms.The air conditioner seemed to be at it's fullest, yet she was sweating."No, thank you."She spoke softly, rejecting ice."What do you think it will be?"Her voice was husky from the panting, coming out as a whisper. She had been disappointed when he had said he wanted it as a surprise at the first sonogram. She had lusted at the idea of sneaking to go alone, and go out to the doctor and find out about her baby's sex, but she wanted to respect his decision. If he wanted it to be a surprise, she would go for it too.And the rush of buying both boy's and girl's clothes had been very excitement. Her friends had been a little mad when the baby shower hit in, that she was expecting both the gender's gift, but it had been a very nice and exciting ride.

She cried again in pain, from other contraction. "Huh"She huffed, pushing her hair back.She looked at the bag, and reached for her video camera, giving him it to him."Let's say hi to our baby"It would distract her and she had been doing it since the first trimester."Hi baby"She spoke in a sweetest tone, looking at the camera.She pointed it to Vincent, him holding a towel and a glass of ice."Hi daddy.Vince, say hi"She spoke, before pulling him close.Another contraction hit her as she gripped the table "Baby, this is just you eager to come out ."She spoke, resting her head on Vincent's head.



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Vincent hated seeing Aria like this, in a way he was powerless to help. Most of the pregnancy had been like that, the back aches, the rushing to the bathroom all the time. It'd been weeks since they had really gone out. Now it was the last bit. Aria lay on the bed, the room was cool but bright, the nurses kept coming in and out and there was not much they could do other than keep Aria comfortable and tell them that she'd dilated a little so it was not time yet. No concern from them, but he was worried. Aria was just keeping it together, he knew her well enough now to tell, he'd learned to sooth her and keep her calm so that was what he did.

For hours.

Time seemed to stretch in the room, the nurses changed as the contractions continued. They played with the video camera, Vincent taking a sweep of the room, including the bed and talking Aria through a few difficult contractions. When they came in with the epidural he pushed it on her, that seemed to allow her to deal with the baby and the pain. Slowly the night passed, the minute hand sweeped by interminably slow hour by hour. After his third cup of coffee, his eyes burned and ached from the hours they had spent in the room one of the nurses came in and chirped up "it's time!"

As they sat there, his hand in Aria's looked up at him, her hair tied back, face sweating and blotchy but with that inner glow that seemed to come from expectant mothers. The nurses came in and began to buzz around, turning on things, bringing in carts and trays that clatters with metal on metal. Looking down he kissed her forehead, a squeeze in his hand as another contraction came, though she only grunted the pain was dulled.

"I love you," he told her, kissing her cheek as the doctor came in and she grunted one more time.

There was pushing on Aria's part, directed by the nurses. When he remembered the classes he added something, that got him a smile from the nurses but they did their own work with Aria. Holding up the camera as they spread Aria's legs, leaving her totally exposed and if he was more awake Vincent might have been more mad about it, but at this point he was numb. The doctor looked down and there was a discussion with the nurses, and they asked permission, before the scalpel came out. The rich metal smell of blood came as Aria pushed and slowly he saw a small round head appear then slowly return. Even under the medication Aria was feeling something, everyone directed her to push and the head came again. Round and glistening, milky white skin and splotches of blood, fresh and old, on it. Whatever was coming out, did not look human.

Loud grunts and screams from Aria as the head and then shoulders appeared, hands went down between her thighs. They pulled and then a small form came sliding out, popping out and onto the readied tray between her thighs. The baby was white, all curled up and wet, covered with something that they began to wipe away as the curled up arms and legs slowly stretched out, hands and toes still pulled up. He couldn't see what it was, there was a small mess of black hair on the top of its head, the face was closed up and flattened, it looked to him like a small, fat white worm. The towels on the bed were covered with blood, he'd never seen so much, and for a moment wondered if Aria had any left. The cord attached to the white form ran back up inside Aria, the doctor attached clamps and looked up at him offering small scissors, "cut it?"

Vincent numbly assented, the camera attached to his hand at this point, he was not even sure what he'd caught on there. Taking the scissors in hand, they looked like something a kid would use, the cord resisted and then let go, some reddish fluid leaked out as the nurses took it away towards what he thought was the scale. A light above shined down as he head a small cry and then the nurses gathered around with towels and sponges. The rush of it passed him and Vincent stood there, for once, not sure what to do. Just taking direction as he held on to Aria's hand.

Looking down at her tenderly he let her hand go as she seemed to melt into the bed, now that the ordeal was over. "Congratulations mother," he kissed her lightly on the lips.

On passing five hours with her contractions, Aria knew the next time she would be in a hospital bed, it would be for a tubectomy.Or perhaps, her forcing Vincent to get a vasectomy. No way, in God's ruthless world was she going to have another baby in her.She had endured getting fat, lived through the sleepless nights, survived the horror of none of her dresses fitting her, had managed to live through the embarrassment of rushing to the bathroom every hour...but now, it was too much.

Tears trickled her eyes, as they freely ran down.It was all too painful."Vincent"She groaned helplessly, knowing he could do nothing. Not being able to do something didn't suit either of them.She pulled him close, ushering him to rest.She will need him to change the diapers when she fell into the long slumber trying to recover from the tiredness she had started to accumulate from the past month.The doctors checked on her, the nurses bought her small pleasures to satiate her painful groans.

"Have some lemonade.I slipped in some extra ice cubes"

"Look what I found.M &M's.Like you were craving!"

"Our canteen has the best chocolava cake! It is the best thing that oozes"

Aria appreciated this a lot.She wondered if Vincent paid them to act like this.Another miracle that happened was a call from her mother."Ri?"Her voice echoed, as Aria stopped breathing."Mom?"It had been a year since she had talked to her.A year since she had rudely cut off the woman because she chose her sister over her."My baby."Her mother heaved softly causing Aria to cry.She missed her mother, she was still mad and they had unresolved issues but she needed her mother."I'm in the airport.Do you want me to get on the plane? "It was a question. One, both dreaded yet yearned for.If it had been any other time but now, when she finally understood what her mother went through while bringing her to the world, she would have said yes."Bring me strawberries, Mama"

The baby decided to come at 2 in the morning, when she had finally managed Vincent to take a nap, while she tried to take one too.A loud scream was followed by a group of nurses to enter, turning on lights that bolted both of them from their heavenly nap.She screamed inpain again, crying lloudly.Her tired eyes searched for Vincent, but she saw only nurses ready to deliver her baby.

"Push! Push! Push!"They chanted."I AM PUSHING! "Aria screamed back, groaning in pain.She could feel the movement, the obvious sensation.Something was coming out, and something was moving."Aah"She screamed, giving all she had.Finally the baby slipped out, and a gentle pat made the room erupt with loud crying.Aria closed her eyes, holding Vincent's arm.She felt light already, and for some reason, happy too "Congratulations to you too father"She was cleaned and taken to a better room, and Aria felt light as father. On the eve of dawn, that promised her a thousand new starts, Vincent entered with a warm cuddly baby sleeping in his arms.Aria smiled, eagerly taking her baby.Her eyes looked at his tiny penis, and she let out a happy sob."I've never been more happier seeing a penis"