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Still Loving You – Season 1 – Episode 16 [Completed]


Three hours have passed and still no baby. Poor Amora is in so much pain. I’ve been rubbing her back for the past half hour. I wish I could trade places with her. I hate that she has to go through this. Our parents arrived ten minutes ago.

I stand when the doctor enters the room. I help Amora roll over onto her back. She’s been crouched on all fours while I’ve been trying my best to relieve her back pain. She clutches her hand in mine while the doctor checks her over.
“It’s time,” he says making eye contact with her.
“As soon as your next contraction hits, I’m going to ask you to start pushing.” She nods her head at him before making eye contact with me. She looks exhausted the poor thing, but manages to give me a brief smile.
A few seconds later I see her face screw up in pain. This contraction hits hard as she moans loudly. Up until now she’s been pretty quiet. She’s so amazing.
So brave. I’ve heard the lady in the delivery suite next door practically screaming the damn hospital down for the past hour, so I know Indiana is playing this down.
Her grip on my hand tightens as the midwife moves into place next to the doctor.
“Push,” he says. My girl does exactly as he asks. Another loud moan escapes her and a lump rises to my throat.
“You’re doing great, love,” I encourage, wiping the sweat off her brow with the cool cloth the nurse gave me earlier.
She’s had no drugs whatsoever. She refused them. I’ll admit I’ve taken a few pulls of the happy gas when she hasn’t been looking. That’s some good shit, that is.
When her next contraction hits, the doctor tells her to push again. This time she screams, and I almost lose it.
“You’re doing great, Amo,” he says. “I can see the head.” His gaze moves up to me.
“Come take a look.” I don’t want to leave Amora’s side, so without letting go of her hand I lean forward and look between her legs.
The baby’s tiny head is turned to the side, giving me a glimpse of the most angelic profile I’ve ever seen. A magical feeling hits me right in the chest. Tears brim my eyes. That’s my child.
“You’re almost there, baby,” I say, moving back beside her and leaning down to kiss her forehead.
“I’m so proud of you,” I whisper. She starts to do her breathing exercises when the next contraction comes. When she bears down again, she lets out a loud moaning sound.
She’s in agony. It’s so hard to watch her go through this. It tugs at my heart. I wasn’t prepared for this shit. I knew it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, I’m not that naive, but to see the woman you love with all your heart in so much pain, it’s f–k–g heartbreaking.
“One more push,” the doctor says. It’s her last one. The baby slips out and into the doctor’s hands. Relief floods through me. It’s finally over. We decided not to find out the sex of the baby. Although every time we went in for an ultrasound, I think we were both tempted, but we held strong.
“It’s a boy,” the doctor announces. Leaning down, I press my lips to Ryan’s mouth.
“Thank you,” I whisper against her lips. I have so much to thank her for. She saved me. Saved me from myself. She gave my life meaning. She gave me her, and now a son. A chance to right all the wrongs that were committed against me all those years ago.
OMG !!!, I have a son. I’m a dad.
Words cannot describe how incredible I feel right now. After I cut the cord, the doctor places our boy on Amora’s chest.
Tears fill my eyes as I look at the perfect picture in front of me. My wife. My son. My whole life.
Amora has tears streaming down her face as she lifts her head slightly and places a kiss on his forehead.
“Hello handsome,” she whispers. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.” Raising my hand towards my face, I wipe away my own tears.
I thought the day Amora became my wife was the best day of my life, but this moment definitely tops it. I have a family.
My son has a father who’s going to love him and be there for him every second of everyday. He’ll never experience what I had to have a child. He’ll never know what it feels like not to be wanted.
Amora is going to be a fantastic mother. I only have to look at the love and affection she showers on me to know that.
Her tearful eyes meet mine as her hand extends out to me. I lace our fingers together as she pulls me closer to the bed.
“I love you,” she says as I lean down and place my lips on hers.
“I love you too,” I say against her mouth. Pulling back, I brush her hair back off her face before cupping her cheek in one of my hands.
“I’m so proud of you. Thank you for giving me a son. For giving me a family. For loving me unconditionally.”
Because she always has.
My little guy’s future already looks promising.
He has so much more than I did the day I was born; two parents, grandparents, and an Aunt that not only love him, but I know are going to make him the centre of their world.
I want that for my children, because that’s all I ever wanted for myself when I was a child.
Seven years later

I was in my office as my phone rang..
“Mr Ryan Jones…. visit me now. Your son had a fight”
I breathe , ” Okay… I will be there”
This the sixth time I’m going to the school… My son Jace is the most troublesome.
He is the curious type, always wanna know what’s going on and that makes him a brilliant kid.
He cares for other things but not for himself…
He resembles me but has an attitude of his mom…
Talking about mom… I really missed her and her cookies.

I opened the principal door and I saw my son sitting on the chair with his head bowed.
He’s ashamed of what he did…
I shaked the principal as I had my seat.
“What did he do this time?”,I asked.
“He is beat up a kid mercilessly and I think his parents took him to the hospital”
I frowned, “You did that… ”
And he nod.
“I’m sorry sir… but I will take to him”
“Thank you… that’s the only reason why I called you… the next time he has to go for punishment…”
“Okay thanks.. .”,I shaked him again and walked out.
“I’m sorry Dad…”
I knelt in front of him…” You should be..”
“But he started it anyway…”
“What actually happened?”
“He was treating the pretty girl bad so I have to stop..”
“Pretty girl huh?”
“Yea… I hate it when boys treat girls bad…”
“I understand you kid…”
Suddenly the pretty girl kissed his cheeks and he turns red.. I smiled
“Thank you…”,she said shly then looks up at me, ” Hi Jace’s Dad…”
“Hi Dear…”,and she rans.. .
My looks at her and he is smiling.
“Okay kid let’s go home…..”
“okay…”, He said sadly.

My wife prepared some food as we sat eat… I told her about happened at school.
She took the plates as she went to wash…
I twined my arms around my wife’s waist from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder as I gently rub her belly.
“Are you happy?” I ask, turning my head slightly to place a soft kiss on her cheek.
“Extremely,” she sighs, lacing her fingers over the top of mine.
“Same.” My smile grows, because me, I am. Amora suddenly tilts her body to the right, as her gaze moves down to the floor.
“Shit,” I hear her mumble.
“What’s wrong, babe?” I ask following her line of sight. She doesn’t even need to answer because I can see it for myself. Panic rises within me. Here we f–k–g go again.
“My water just broke.”
Oh my goodness.. …


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