BASHing Trinity novel Chapter 41

BASH

It’s been ten hours since I brought Trinity to Maternity and Children Specialist Hospital, but her cervix only dilates from three centimeters to five centimeters. Trinity is still so stubborn when the contractions kick in, she stops walking and complains of pain instead.

I’m already on my fourth cup of coffee. I’m done reading the book I brought with me. I walked ten times more compared to her just to encourage her to walk more.

She's wearing a blue hospital gown, and her hair is tied in a messy bun, and her hands are on her hips for support.

I sigh helplessly. “Baby, if you follow what your doctor has told you to do, our baby would be in distressed, and you don’t want that to happen, do you?” I ask when she sits back on an empty bench outside her room.

I'm so glad she didn't suffer too much throughout her pregnancy. I let her stop from her job when she's on her last trimester. She complains of having edema on her feet, but the doctor said it was normal.

She informed the doctor not to tell us the gender of our baby until her last appointment. I tried convincing her because we have to buy some baby supplies that Trinity wants to match for our baby’s gender.

“I’m tired, Bash. I need to lie down.” She stands up and walks towards her room with her hands on her hips. Sometimes I have to control my laugh when I'm seeing her walking like a sumo wrestler or this hyperlordosis as what her doctor calls it.

“Trinity, you have to walk. We’ve been here for almost ten hours now.”

She stops and faces me. “I should be the one complaining. I’ve been suffering from this pain for almost ten hours now!” she yells, mimicking me.

“I know, baby, but think about our baby. It could put our baby in danger if you won't cooperate." I move closer to her and rub her arms, trying to calm her down.

“Don't you know that the baby will poop inside your tummy?” I ask.

She rolls her eyes and groans in irritation. “I should throw all those books and write complaints against those authors who brainwashed you."

“Those authors did not brainwash me, baby. It's the fact, and it’s called meconium stain.” My parents told me to read books since Trinity doesn’t like to read.

She paints and sketches while listening to some classical music. I bought for her safer paints that won’t affect our unborn child.

“Whatever, Bash. I want this baby to get out of me already. I suffer too much,” she drawls, her hands instantly on her abdomen. “Oh God!” she yells at the top of her lungs.

“Baby, are you okay?” I ask quickly.

I hold Trinity to support her when I notice her water leaks from her gown. Her water breaks.

“Dr. Lee? Nurse? I think my wife is ready!”

Her grips tighten on my arms. I feel cold clammy, and I feel that I might collapse. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray that I hope I won't collapse until Trinity will go into labor.

“Baby, don’t you dare pass out on me!” She yells.

“I won’t baby.” Although I’m near to pass out, I look at her grimacing face. I hear steps rushing towards us. Thank, God. Dr. Lee and her team arrived.

“You're going into labor now, sweetheart. Your water just broke.”

The nurse let Trinity sit down in her wheelchair and push her.

“Wait!” I call.

“You’ll be safe, baby. I’m here waiting for you and our baby, okay? I love you so much, Trinity.” I kiss her lips.

She’s already wincing from the pain. I wish I can take her pain and let me feel it instead of her, but that’s the beauty of a woman, to carry a child in her womb and bear God’s blessing. I watch her as she gets inside her room.

“She will be okay, son.” Dad pats my back.

“Thanks for coming, guys,” I say as they come one by one to pull into a hug.

They’ve been here in the hospital since Lizzy received my text. They're staying in the private room where Trinity should stay after her delivery.

“I can’t wait to be an aunt,” Lizzy says. They postponed their wedding for Trinity’s sake because my wife doesn’t want to wear a maternity dress during Lizzy and Dean’s wedding since she will be the maid of honor.

“I can’t wait to be a father, Lizzy." I pull her into my arms.

“You’ll be a great dad.”

“Baby Bash, you should take a rest for a while. I will call you when the baby is born,” Mom says.

“No way. I want to be the first to hold my baby,” I disagree. “I’m gonna be a dad, can you stop calling me baby Bash now?”

“Not a chance, baby. Like you can even see blood. You almost collapse when her water broke.” Mom is laughing.

“Not funny. What if Trinity needs me?”

“She won’t. She’s in good hands, Bash. Her parents will be here in the morning,” says Dad.

It’s been half an hour when I notice an anesthetist wearing a green scrub suit strides toward us. My heart thuds loudly in my chest when he pulls down his mask as he gets closer.

“Is she okay?" Dad asks.

My tongue locks in my mouth.

“Mr. Hughes, your wife develops a complication, and we need—" My head spins, and my world just turns upside down.

My breathing stops, and I just stare at the doctor, and I can’t hear a single word or even process what he said.

***

I feel hands tapping on my shoulder. I try to open my eyes slowly and blink many times to adjust the lights in the white ceiling, and that’s when it hits me.

“Where is my wife?” I sit abruptly on the bed. A woman wearing a white uniform yelps in surprise.

“Calm down.” The soft voice of my wife, making my heart flutters.

“Tri?” I ask softly, getting up from the bed and drag myself closer to where she is lying. She still looks pale but she still looks beautiful.

She smiles. “Where is the promise that you’ll be waiting for me?” She asks teasingly.

I sit down on her bed then pull her into a hug. “I’m sorry, baby I’m sorry.” I pull her into a tight hug and press my nose into the crook of her neck to inhale her scent deeply. I kiss her on her for head, her cheeks, her nose, and lips.