Page 83 of Mercy
“Cheyanne, look at me,” Liam says.
She does as tears fall down her face, “You have to save my baby.”
“That’s the plan, sweetheart. How far along are you?”
“Thirty-four weeks,” she sobs out.
I hand Asher Liam’s ID, and he relaxes a little bit. But he’s still a mess, pacing back and forth.
Liam says, “Asher, come hold her hand.”
He comes over to her head, takes her hand and kisses her face.
“I’m here, baby. It’s going to be okay,” he says.
“Can I help?” I ask.
“Yes, hold her right leg back.”
Liam looks between her legs and looks up at Cheyanne’s face, “Your baby is coming. It’s crowning right now. Asher, I need towels, heavy string, and scissors. Fast.”
Asher calls someone to bring the supplies, “I’m not leaving her.”
Why he needs string at this moment I’m really not sure but now is clearly not the time to ask him questions.
Liam tries to keep her calm, “Is it a boy or a girl?”
“We don’t know. This is our last one and we have a boy and a girl, so we wanted to be surprised.”
Asher gazes at her like she hung the moon, “You wanted to be surprised. I wanted to know.”
“Well, you’re about to find out.”
A man comes in with the towels and Asher runs to him and takes them, “Now get out!”
I bite my lip to suppress my smile. It’s funny to see a man as possessive as Liam. Asher gives Liam the towels and goes back to Cheyanne, kneeling beside her.
“Okay, Cheyanne. With the next contraction I need you to push while Mercy counts to ten.”
Asher brushes the sweaty hair off her face as he whispers to her.
“A couch is not great for delivering a baby, so I need you to hold your left leg back, Cheyanne. There you go. That’s good.”
He has his hand on her stomach, “Okay, you’re having a contraction, push really hard while Mercy counts.”
I count 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 and she stops pushing.
“I can’t,” she cries, “It hurts so bad.”
I take her hand, “You can do this, Cheyanne.”
“Okay. Contraction, push Cheyanne. Good girl,” he says, and I look at him and he smirks.
“One more push, and the baby's head should be out.”
“This fucking burns like hell!”
Liam glances up at her face, “Yes it does. They don’t call it the ring of fire for nothing. But you’re doing great.”
