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The Tuesday Tales authors decided to write a little Christmas story this week. I've revisited Sophie and Mia Levesque from "New Beginnings".
I hope you like it.
I wish you all a wonderful Christmas season and a Happy New Year. May it be a joyous and blessed time for you all. I would also like to give you my humble and sincere thanks for your support throughout the year, I really appreciate it.
I hope you like it.
I wish you all a wonderful Christmas season and a Happy New Year. May it be a joyous and blessed time for you all. I would also like to give you my humble and sincere thanks for your support throughout the year, I really appreciate it.
Sophie Levesque breathed
in and out, in and out, trying hard to ignore the pain, and hoping for the
paramedics to arrive soon.
“Sure, you don’t want
me to drive you to the hospital?” her husband Mark asked.
She glared at him
as she breathed in and out again.
Her sister Mia
gently placed a pillow under her head. “Keep breathing. In and out.”
Sophie grabbed her
sister’s wrist. “I know what to do,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Geesh,” Mia’s fiancée
Josh commented. “A bit touchy isn’t she.”
The doorbell rang and
Josh headed towards the front door. Sophie heard muffled voices and a bark of
laughter.
“Great timing,
Soph,” Zach said as he stepped into the room, closely followed by his wife, Natasha.
“The Christmas Eve service is starting in half an hour.”
An urge to push
overwhelmed Sophie and she squeezed Mia’s wrist and reached out for Mark’s hand.
“No pushing, honey.
Don’t push. Breathe, keep on breathing.”
If Sophie could’ve,
she’d hit him with another glare.
Natasha came closer
and sat next to her. “Aiming for your own little Christmas story, are you?”
“Okay, everyone,”
Sophie panted. “Forget the paramedics. Get whatever it is you need to deliver a
baby.”
Out of the corner
of her eye, she noticed helpless stares. “Go!” she screamed as the next urge to
push hit her.
“I think I heard something
about warm water,” someone said.
“And towels.”
“A blanket.”
When Mark made a
move to leave, she held on tight to his hand. “You,” she gasped. “You stay
here.”
He nodded. “What do
you want me to do?”
“You need to look
whether you can see the baby.”
Mark’s eyebrows
shot up as he paled.
“Oh for God’s sake,
Mark. Nothing you haven’t seen before.”
“Well,” he
stuttered. “They were different circumstances.”
“Get used to these
circumstances,” she screamed as another wave of pain hit her.
Mark moved her
dress up her legs and took off her panties. “Honey, it’s not the best sight,
but … oh my God …”
“What?”
“I can see the
head,” he said excitedly. “Holy shit.”
Mia returned with
the water, Natasha had some towels in her hands, and Zach gave her a sip of water.
In the corner of the room sat Josh, right next to the Christmas tree with the
phone in his hand, pale as a block of goat cheese, taking instructions from the
doctor.
Over the next fifteen
minutes, Sophie pushed, screamed, and ordered everyone around. By the time the
paramedics arrived, Sophie held a little baby in her arms, with Mark by her
side.
“It seems we’re
late,” one of the paramedics said with a smile. He stepped closer and knelt in front of Sophie. “What’s his name?”
“Her name is
Natalie.”
“Perfect and so
appropriate. Congratulations.”
What a touching tale!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Vicki :-)
DeleteCute! A Christmas baby. How wonderful. Well done.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it. Thanks Susanne.
DeleteHow lovely! A birth story -- so appropriate at Christmas. Merry Christmas, Iris.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it, Jean. Thanks :-)
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