Chapter 1 You Have A Son

• Look at me babe, look at me,” he moved her face so their eyes would meet. “You have to push please, you need to listen to the doctor, our child’s life and yours is solely dependent on it” he pleaded in a panicky tone, he was fidgety.
• Her eyes rolled to the back. “No…No, leave me alone!” her screams resonated past the ward she was in, she bit her lower lip until they bled. “I am not going to push Henry, I do not want this! I did not consent to any of this. You can not force me to do this" her breathing was laboured, sweat trickled down her forehead as she clenched to the sheets trying to cushion the immense pain she was feeling.
• He sighed exasperatedly.
• The doctor turned to him. "Please, calm down Mr. Allen. Your wife is just under a lot stress because of the baby. She doesn't really know what she's saying right now. You have no reason to be alarmed" the doctor assured him. “Her reaction is expected, she is feeling a lot of pain and of course it is making her unreason...”
• She shot an icy glare at the doctor. "What did you say? How dare you say that about me?” her voice was strained, she reached forward extending her hands to grab the doctor, she lifted herself off the bed but a sharp pain shot through her whole body restricting her before her husband could get to her. "Angie!” he shouted. “What is wrong with you? You are being ludicrous right now!”
• Her chest was heaving, her whole body glistened with sweat despite the air conditioner in the room. He inhaled deeply to calm his fraying nerves for a brief moment before his sweaty palm reached for hers, she tried to pull away but he took her hand in his before she could evade him. His fingers interlocked with hers, he held her gaze. “Will you push our baby out now?” his voice was pleading, desperation etched on his features.
• "Please ma'am, Mr Allen is right. The baby can't stay longer than this. The baby will drown"
• That did not help with his worry. "Did you hear that Angie? Push please! We might lose our child!” he begged.
• "You want your baby, then get me into that fucking operating room! I need to have fucking CS and not a freaking natural birth” she said through clenched teeth.
• Henry exhaled exasperatedly. It was unreal almost unheard of that he had to beg any body for anything. Yet here he was, sweating like he had just run the marathon begging his wife to safely deliver their child. If he could give any amount right now for someone else to push his child safely he would have. He was Henry Allen after all.
• He was an extremely wealthy man, he could make almost anything happen if he wanted. If money grew on trees then his definitely did. He could get almost everything he wanted. They were on the tip of his fingers and all he needed to do was snap his fingers and everyone would be at his beck and call attending to his every need. He owned houses in every big city you could think of around the world. He was a very successful man by any standards, his fame was the cherry on the cake, a renowned architect and big-time businessman. He had multiple streams of income from his numerous gigantic investments in big companies and with each passing day, his actual worth could not be valued. It was difficult for anyone to say precisely the amount he was valued to a certain point where it was difficult for himself as well. He was a hardworking and in only a short amount of time he had amassed a fortune that would last him beyond his years.
• He never had to beg a anybody because as a child he had people on the line doing every thing for him. Even now that he was older, he still had people doing his bidding, paid and unpaid, he was getting his fair share of women and often times men waiting in line to do anything to please because as the tabloids described, he was a walking sex god amongst other very suggestive adjectives. Saying he was good looking was quite the understatement. He was dark haired, with the most beautiful translucent grey eyes you had ever seen, very distinct, peculiar to him, perfect facial features, built like Michelangelo himself had meticulously sculpted him out of the finest refined clay.
• Definitely every woman’s dream, he not only had his good looks, he had a charming personality and charisma that caused everyone in the room to have their eyes fixated on him only. He was a very simple and humble man at least that was what the news outlets said despite all the name he had made for himself. He was well respected by all. However, with the good comes the bad, isn’t that what they always say?. Behind the lush raven black hair, the smouldering gaze of his deep grey eyes, his finely cut cheekbones, his pointed nose and full pink lips was a man who was fierce and arrogant. Behind the smile and charisma was a man who when provoked it was a whole different ball game. He could be as dangerous as he could be kind. He could be scary if he needed to be. He almost had the perfect life, at least that was what every one thought.
• His wife Angela Allen should definitely feel lucky and grateful to be married to him. He was the perfect specimen of men, the reverse was the case however. He had rushed her earlier to the hospital because she was in so much pain. When they arrived, he found out she was due. It was a big struggle in the delivery room because his wife vehemently refused to have a natural birth. She wanted to undergo an operation. He would have easily granted her wish if that would mean she would birth his child. He had consulted with the doctors and they had conducted all necessary tests on her and determined, she was not in the right state to undergo any form of surgery. She was already exhausted from all the struggling and shouting, her blood pressure had skyrocketed and it as inadvisable to administer anaesthetic to her. He and the doctors had made futile attempts to explain it to her.
• He ran his fingers frantically through his hair, tousling it. “Angela how else do I explain it to you? I need you to push babe. Please, it is the only way you can deliver our child. You do not want to kill our child, do you?” he asked.
• She did not respond.
• Henry exhaled “I would not forgive you if anything was to happen to my child Angela I promise" he was terrified. He knew Angela, once she set her mind to something, almost nothing could change her mind.
• “Get out!! Get the fuck out of here right now! I won't...Ahhh!” she screamed aloud, clutching her belly. “Get this thing out of me right this instant, Henry!..Oww...”
• The nurses around ran through a breathing routine exercise to ease the pain. She followed suit for a while, then she felt another sharp pain. “Oh, my God!” she cried out in pain, “Henry! Henry!"
• He rushed to her side. The pain had become unbearable for her. His anxiety levels were at an all time high. She clung tightly to his arm. Her nails dug into his flesh but he was numb, his whole focus was on her. The nurses took their respective positions.
• "Ma'am, I can see the baby's head now. Please, push" the doctor urged. A nurse caressed her head and belly soothingly.
• Henry looked at his wife. "Angie, it's alright okay. You should try and push now. Our baby is going to be here in any moment”, he smoothed the sticky hair away from her face, she was still holding tightly to him, squeezing hard, “Baby, push... please…" he coaxed.
• Angie saw that there was nothing else she could do at that moment. The pain she felt was maddening, right there and then, she was forced to push the baby out. Tears streamed unabashedly from her face. She didn't stop cursing Henry as she pushed. And after a few more minutes of struggle, the ear splitting cries of a baby filled the room.
• “You have a son" the doctor announced.
• Henry shuddered as he took hold of his child after he had been cleaned up, tears welled up in his eyes as he stared lovingly at his child, he had a peaceful look as he napped in his arms. His fingers lightly caressed his face. It was almost unreal that he held his son in his arms. He was overjoyed.