The Assistant(139)

He was smirking down at me, and I clenched my jaw angrily before turning back to the doctor. “Do you see what I live with,” I stated.

“I… I don’t mean to ask at such an inappropriate time but… what is a nappy?” the nurse beside me asked, making me turn to the opposite side of Adrian in the process.

“It’s his dumbass British way of saying diapers,” I grumbled, before screeching out in pain again.

“They’re almost out, Emily! Just one more push!”

“Come on Shortcake, you’ve done this with Mason, you can do this again. Just be angry! Think of the broccoli. Or the time I broke every Blu-Ray disk that contained the actor that shall not be named because you claimed to love him more than me.” Adrian’s face grew dark at that.

“You mean… Dave Franco?” I drawled out, before bursting out into a fit of continuous laughter as both Adrian’s fists and jaw began to clench.

A high-pitched cry suddenly came from the other end of my bed, cutting my laughter short and forcing both Adrian and me to look at the baby that was moving around in Dr. Geller’s arms. She smiled down at it, before looking up at the both of us. “It’s a girl.”

And suddenly, any pain that I was experiencing temporarily faded from my body as Dr. Geller wrapped my newly born baby girl in a blanket and handed her over to me.

Adrian, who was still silent beside me, crouched down to our level just as the same expression of adoration and wonder settled into his features. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that I was all sticky from sweat, and that our baby was still slick with the contents of my uterus.

He just stared at her for a few moments longer, before turning to face me with the same amazed look. “You did it.” He smiled slightly, before placing a light kiss on my sweaty forehead.

“We did it,” I whispered, before looking down at my baby girl again.

“Okay, I understand how fun it was for you when we did it, but I was talking about the birthing part,” Adrian pointed out, his trademark smirk appearing onto his face.

“Adrian!” I exclaimed quietly, just as the baby stirred in my arms.

“You do realise you gave birth to her by laughing, right?” my doctor pointed out, a slightly amused smile on her face.

My face began to burn up as I tried laughing. “Really?”

She nodded. “Thanks to your husband.”

“What’s new.” Adrian shrugged, before dusting off imaginary dust from his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, before my attention was solely focused on my child again. “We have to name her,” I murmured softly, smiling down at her sleeping figure.

“I’m sorry Emily, but we’re going to have to take her away for now to get her cleaned up. Plus, your placenta still needs to come out and she can’t be in your arms while that’s happening.” Dr. Geller spoke up, bursting the small bubble that was unconsciously made around me and my child.

“Oh… Of course.” I nodded in understanding, remembering my previous pregnancy. A nurse came up beside me and smiled while extending her arms out, waiting for me to put my child in her arms.

“I think we should call her Alana,” Adrian suddenly spoke up. “Mason and Alana.”

“Alana,” I repeated, more to myself. “I like it.” I smiled, placing a soft kiss on Alana’s forehead before gently passing her over to the nurse. She smiled and nodded before walking away with her, and I looked over at Adrian with the same smile on my lips.

Adrian held up a phone in my face. “I googled its meaning. It’s beautiful and harmony.”

“Mr. Kingston, there are no cell phones in the labour room!” Dr. Geller scolded, frowning at him.

Adrian scoffed. “As if I’m going to listen to that stupid rule.”

Another sharp pain shot through my stomach. “Here we go again,” I groaned, wincing in pain as another contraction made way.

***

“Where is she?”


“I’m not letting her anywhere near you, mate,” Adrian scowled, glaring down at Allen. “You’ll corrupt her before she’s even able to open her eyes.”

“Okay, well what about me?! I’m not Allen!” Amy pointed out, a begging form starting to overcome her entire body.

“No, you’re too loud. You’ll wake her up.” Adrian grunted. “Can you all go home? I want to be alone with my family.” He glared at both our parents, my brother and our friends for a while, trying to emphasize his point.

“We are your family, you little bitch,” Mason argued, glaring back at his son.

“You’re my family, but you’re not my family,” Adrian replied, as if the argument he was trying to get across was clear as day.

I sighed. “Adrian, they want to see their new grandchild/niece and yes I am including you both as brother and sister,” I clarified, looking at Allen and Amy.

“Well about time!” Amy spoke up, sarcasm thick in her tone.

“They can see her another day.” Adrian whined, turning around and pouting at me.

“You said that to them yesterday!” I argued.

“Mama,” Little Mason spoke up, climbing up and sitting beside me in the hospital bed.

“Yes my lovely?” I replied, smiling down at the mini Adrian I was blessed with. Mason began to poke my chest area, making me wince in pain from their tenderness.