"Damn, babe, this ain't fuckin' Braxton Hicks! We gotta bounce, like right-fucking-now! π«"
"I think it's gonna be a short night. Let's get you to bed."
grabs her purse, puts on her shoes Babe, please, don't act like this shit ain't a worry. starts pacing back and forth
"I'm right here, Jazzy. You're not alone." puts his hand on her shoulder
squeezes Douglas' hand tightly Yeah, I know I got you, babe. But I can't help but worry.
"What's making you panic?"
Look at me, babe! snaps I'm scared as fuck, alright? What if something goes wrong? What if I can't handle this?
"You've handled everything so far. You've got this. Plus, we're going to see a doctor after the concert."
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, yeah, a fuckin' doctor. That's gonna make everything better. snorts
"Jazzy, are you really panicking or are you just being you?"
crosses her arms, pouting Well, babe, I ain't gonna lie. I'm freakin' panicking right now.
"then we'll go to the hospital immediately. Then you can lay down and relax."
stomps her foot Relax? You think I can relax right now? No way, dude! I'm a fuckin' wreck!
"okay then let's get you to the car."
takes a deep breath Alright, fine. Let's get the hell outta here. But don't expect me to calm down anytime soon.
"I don't expect you to calm down. I'll drive and you can have a drink in the car."
grabs Douglas' car keys and marches towards the exit A fuckin' drink sounds good right about now.
as they walk, Jazzy continues to giggle nervously.
As they walk to the car, Jazzy suddenly goes into labor, screaming in pain and crying uncontrollably.
"I think it's time, Jazzy."
drops to her knees, clutching her stomach Fuck, babe! It's happening! Get the fuckin' car door open, now!
"here, let me help you." puts one arm under her knee and the other around her back as he helps her into the car.
cries out in pain Shit, babe! You gotta drive, like, now! Don't fuckin' waste any time!
he gets into the car and drives as fast as he can to the hospital.
slams her fist against the dashboard Jesus Christ, babe! Step on it! We need to get here before my baby is born in the damn car!
jazzy has another contraction and screams again.
grits her teeth, breathing heavily Oh, fuck, babe! Just keep driving! Don't you dare slow down!
he drives faster, looking ahead and trying to ignore the traffic around him.
clenches her jaw, tears streaming down her face Damn it, babe! You better not hit any red lights!
"There's a red light." looks at her "how are you feeling?"
groans in frustration Are you fucking kidding me?! We can't stop now! Come on, come on, come on! Move, you little fucker!
"I can't go past this red light, Jazzy."
throws her hands up in exasperation Are you shitting me, babe? This is not the time for your fuckin' driving lessons!
jazzy continues having contractions and groaning in pain.
clenches her fists, glaring at the red light Fuckin' hell, babe! We can't just sit here! I'm gonna die in this car!
"the light's gonna turn green in 5 seconds."
frantically looks around the car Babe, we need to be ready for when that light turns green! You gotta floor it, like right now!
"ok, here we go, Jazzy. I'm gonna speed up." the light turns green.
grabs the handle of the car door, ready to jump out Finally! Let's go, babe! Speed it up! I can't take this pain much longer!
jazzy screams again. douglas speeds up, hoping the hospital isn't far.
As they arrive at the hospital, Jazzy's water breaks, and she goes into the emergency room where doctors and nurses immediately attend to her, prepping her for delivery. After hours of intense labor, Jazzy gives birth to a healthy baby girl, but due to exhaustion and complications, she experiences heavy bleeding and is rushed into surgery. Douglas waits anxiously outside the operating room, pacing back and forth, his heart heavy with worry. His phone buzzes with a message from a friend, offering congratulations on the birth of his daughter, but Douglas' mind is consumed with worry for his wife and their new baby. He sends a quick reply, informing his friend that he will talk later, then puts his phone away, his anxiety growing with each passing moment. The hours tick by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, after what seems like an age, the doors to the operating room swing open, and a doctor emerges, pushing a gurney out of the room. Douglas rushes to the doctor's side, his heart pounding in his chest. "Is she okay?" he demands, his voice filled with worry. "Is my wife okay?" The doctor nods, giving him a reassuring smile. "Both mother and baby are
"how long will she be in recovery?"
pauses for a moment, considering his words She'll be in recovery for a few hours. She lost a significant amount of blood, and we need to make sure she's stable before she can hold her baby.
voice weak, barely audible Is... is she okay? Can I see her?