“You tell him.” I nodded, frowning angrily at the CEO myself.
“Emily, one more chance,” Adrian growled, almost losing his temper completely.
Then I felt it happen. It wasn’t painful – it felt more like a popping sensation throughout my body, before the velvet material of the chair began to soak up all the water that was currently running down my leg.
“Shit,” I muttered, before looking up at Adrian helplessly.
“What now?” he snapped, glaring down at me in complete rage. His glare instantly transfigured into a look of panic once I nodded in his direction and my hand flew to my stomach.
“Now?!” he asked, hazel eyes widening at the sight of me.
“Right now,” I confirmed in an uncomfortable voice, not liking the feeling of moisture in between my legs.
“Fuck,” Adrian muttered, before looking around the room. “Gentlemen, we’ll continue another day; I’m about to be the father of another one of my creations.”
“Adrian.” I groaned through clenched teeth as my first contraction ripped through my stomach, causing me to moan out in pain again.
“Oh shit. What the hell? Why is it happening so fast? How fucking eager is this kid to see the light of the world?! IT’S NOT THAT GREAT, STAY IN YOUR MOTHER!” Adrian yelled at my stomach.
“Oh my God, Adrian! Get me to a hospital and stop talking!” I snapped, trying to lift myself off the now soaking chair.
“We’re just going to go…” the CEO trailed off suddenly, looking in my direction with a horrified expression.
“I told you to do that 5 minutes ago,” Adrian barked, glaring at the men once again. Their eyes widened at his tone and scurried out of the conference room before any other words could be shared.
“Please, please I don’t want to do this again,” I begged, looking over at Adrian with a desperate look. “Why haven’t you called anyone yet?!” I screeched, just as another contraction tore through my lower stomach region like a ripple effect.
Adrian looked around the room again, hurriedly nodding to himself in the process. “Oh shit, right, um, here! Hold this!” A thin black inked pen was suddenly shoved into my grasp, before Adrian froze in front of me and realised what he had just done. “…Break it. Maybe it’ll make you feel better?”
I started laughing hysterically – partly because of the fact that Adrian had given me a pen in his moment of panic and partly because I was feeling another contraction coming along soon and was not ready to experience the pain again.
“Hospital,” Adrian squeaked, his usual deep voice also being overridden by panic.
“Why are you so nervous this time? When I was having Mason, you were all like ‘yeah that’s cool. Oh wait, what? Oh you’re in labour. I’ll talk to you at the hospital then. Shut up and stop your moaning, Emily it can’t be that bad.’ Remember that?” My eyebrows shot up as I gave him a condescending look as I recalled my first birthing experience.
Adrian cringed. “Yes, I do remember that, but that was before I… before I experienced the miracle of life.” His cringe increased as he shuddered – most likely due to recalling a memory of his own.
I clenched my teeth together and squeezed my eyes shut tight just as another contraction violently attacked the inside of my stomach. “Yeah, I get it. Seeing the thing you like sticking your penis into so much open up and produce a baby within 8 hours isn’t great. But do you want to know something worse? Making that freaking thing open up for a freaking head to pop out of while you stand and watch! So get me to a freaking hospital now!” I cried, clenching my round stomach in pain.
“Shit, okay! I’m sorry!” Adrian stressed, before picking me up bridal style. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that my pants suit was soaked with water, or the fact that my weight was currently equivalent to that of a blue whale.
“You said sorry…” I trailed off, feeling tears brim the surface of my eyes.
Adrian looked down at me with a confused frown before briefly shaking his head in question. “Why are you crying about that?”
“Because you never say sorry. You didn’t even say sorry to me when I really wanted those broccoli pieces in the refrigerator and you chomped on them I front of me to piss me off even though you hate broccoli and you know how much I wanted that broccoli and you still ate