Alpha‘s Black Furred Slave Mate - Chapter 111: Chapter 111

My water broke right in the middle of Marlon’s proposal to me. It couldn’t have come at the worst time, but the contractions were awful and gut-wrenching. Pain coursed through my body, and I screamed as I tumbled onto the bed.
It felt like the baby was about to break out of my stomach at any moment. I could feel the sweat trickling down my features and rolling down the nape of my neck. My breathing had come to rasp and my body trembled uncontrollably.
Marlon tried to get me to lie all the way down in the bed.
“Aaaahhhhhh!” I screamed as more pain went through my body like an electronic shock.
I wished more than anything that I could have Kamala by my side, but she was still unconscious. I held onto Marlon’s arm tightly as the pain went through my body, nearly paralyzing me. I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. It was too early to be having this baby; I wasn’t due for another few weeks.
“I have Dr. Lovewitt on the way,” Marlon assured me as he placed a warm cloth over my head.
Tears filled my eyes as I stared up at him; I wanted to tell him that I will marry him and that I loved him, but I couldn’t form the words. I hated that I left him hanging as I did, and I felt awful.
“Just breathe,” Marlon said calmly from beside me.
That was easy for him to say; he didn’t have a baby trying to rip its way out of him. Tears fell down my face and I began sobbing. The door swung open, and Bob stood there, staring at me with alarm.
“What’s going on?” He asked, breathlessly.
“She’s in labor,” Marlon answered. “Get her some water,” he ordered.
Bob nodded and took off toward the kitchen. I continued to cry as he came back with a glass of water in his hands. Marlon lifted my head as Bob attempted to get the water into my mouth. It was a nice feeling on my dry throat, but I coughed until the water came out of my mouth, so it didn’t really do much for me.
“How’s Kamala?” Marlon asked; he was asking the question I desperately wanted to ask myself but couldn’t form the words.
“She’s still unconscious,” Bob answered, his eyes shifting downward indicating his sadness.
“Once Dr. Lovewitt delivers this baby, he’ll go take a look at her as well,” Marlon suggested.
Bob nodded, seemingly pleased by that.
“I’m sorry for what happened to her,” Marlon said softly; Bob didn’t answer, he kept his eyes locked on me as I struggled to maintain my breath. “I never meant for anyone to get hurt.”
“I told you it was a bad idea,” Bob muttered; Marlon nodded slowly.
“I know and I should have listened to you. Because of me, Kamala is injured, and we don’t even know the outcome of the battle. I’m sorry it happened this way,” Marlon admitted.
Bob was quiet for a moment before responding.
“I’ll forgive you if she makes it out of this alive,” Bob murmured before heading toward the door. “If you need anything I’ll be in the guest room watching over Kamala.”
He slammed the door shut behind him.
I couldn’t blame him for being upset. I was upset as well. But I needed this baby to be delivered as safely as possible and I couldn’t have the added stress. I didn’t want to be angry with Marlon because I know he only did it. After all, he thought it was the right thing to do. It’s not like he knew the full extent of how bad her powers were. But he still should have never gambled with her life like that. I would have never had him do such a thing.
He knew how much Kamala meant to me and I promised her we were going to figure this thing out together. Now I don’t know what was going to happen to her and I felt awful. I felt like I let her down.
Marlon kissed the top of my head as another shot of pain went through my body; I just wanted this pain to stop. It felt as if it was going to be never-ending. I couldn’t handle it anymore. Tears ran down my features as I cried out in agony.
Just when I thought I was going to pass out, the foggy image of Dr. Lovewitt appeared at the door. He carried his normal equipment bag and made himself comfortable next to me.
He was speaking to Marlon, but their voices were distorted to me and I could hardly understand what they were saying. He placed another warm cloth over my forehead and Dr. Lovewitt rummaged through his bag. He pulled out an Iv bag and stuck the needle in my arm.
I flinched as the needle made contact but sighed relief when the numbing sensation of the medicine went through my body and soothed away most of the pain. I started breathing normally again; he checked my heart rate and my temperature. Then he took out a small monitor and did an ultrasound on my stomach to make sure the baby was alright.
I still couldn’t understand what they were saying because I was woozy; the medicine he gave me was making me tired and I definitely thought I was going to pass out.
I looked up at Marlon who was speaking but I couldn’t understand him, but he looked worried.
“It’s going to be okay,” I finally heard him whisper to me against his ear.
“Marlon…” I whispered, finally finding my voice. Except it didn’t sound like my own; it sounded distant. “Yes… I’ll marry you.”
His eyes widened and he breathed out in relief as his lips found mine. He smiled in the kiss as he pulled away, tears filling his eyes.
“Let’s have this baby,” he said in return.
I nodded as I felt the doctor pulling my legs apart.
“I’m going to have you push,” Dr. Lovewitt announced.
The last time I gave birth, they had to give me an emergency C-section because of my heart; this time they were having me push. I hoped my heart was going to be able to handle it.
I did as he said and pushed; my body was numb, so it didn’t feel like I was pushing at all. I could feel my features reddening with each push I made, and I could feel the sweat pouring down my narrow features, but I didn’t feel as winded as I thought I might. I wasn’t sure I was doing it right but Marlon kept murmuring that I was doing good.
Once I stopped the doctor let me take a few breaths to regain my stance before having me continue pushing again. Even Dr. Lovewitt was saying I was doing good so I must have been doing something right.
I didn’t start feeling winded until the end; I heard the soft cries of the baby as Dr. Lovewitt pulled it out of me. I lied back and gasped for breath; there wasn’t enough air in the room to help me at this point.
Marlon was now dabbing my head with a cold cloth, trying to collect as much sweat as he could. He was crying and telling me what a wonderful job I did.
I looked over at the crying baby and Dr. Lovewitt was finishing cleaning the blood off and wrapping the baby in a small white blanket. After what felt like a lifetime, he finally brought the baby over to me. The last time I was hardly able to see Mateo until a few days later when Marlon brought him over to the shack to hide him. Now I was able to see this baby first thing and I couldn’t be happier.
“Congratulations on the baby girl,” Dr. Lovewitt said as he handed the small baby to me.
I gasped, a girl. I had always wanted a girl. Tears fell from my eyes as I looked at my beautiful baby daughter. I held her close to my chest and kissed the top of her pinkish head; she had light brown hair and her eyes were closed so I couldn’t see the color of them, but I knew she was perfect from the moment I held her.
“A girl…” Marlon whispered; I could tell he wasn’t used to having girls. He always says his male genes were too strong and all his children were going to be men. I guess this one wasn’t going to compete for the estate. But maybe she could make a fine duchess of North-Valley. “Who would have thought,” he chuckled, rubbing the top of her small head.
“What a blessing,” I whispered in return.
Dr. Lovewitt had gone off to see Kamala and make sure she was alright; I was thankful for him for doing that for us.
“What are we going to name her?” He asked.
I thought about it for a moment and only one name came to mind: a fitting name.
“Elianna,” I told him. “After my mother.”