Thursday, 23 April 2020



Season 3

Episode 2

*Connor POV*

Seeing Ellery in pain like that was killing me. My heart ached for her with every scream she let out and every tear that fell from her eyes. I called my mom, dad, and Cassidy to let them know that Ellery had gone into labor. They stopped in the room for a few minutes to talk to her and then took seats out in the waiting room. Ellery and I had discussed that we didn’t want anyone else in the room during the delivery. Peyton had a hard time with our decision at first, but then understood. As Peyton and Ellery talked in between contractions, Henry asked me to step out into the hall.

“I don’t want you to worry, but Ellery isn’t dilating like she should be. I’m getting concerned because her water broke, and I don’t want to risk an infection setting in. I think we need to let her get up and do some walking around to try and get her dilated.”

“You tell me not to worry, but you’re worried about an infection,” I said.

“I’ll call Dr. Reed and ask him what he advises,” he said as he put his hand on my shoulder. “I’m watching her and the baby very carefully.”

“Thanks for keeping me posted, Henry.” I sighed as I walked back into the room.

Ellery was lying on her side, panting and trying to breathe through another contraction as she squeezed Peyton’s hand. I walked over to her, sat on the edge of the bed, and grabbed her other hand.

“Ellery, look at me. I need you to focus on me, not the pain.”

She nodded her head and looked at me as her pain continued to spin out of control.

“Our daughter is killing me, Connor. She’s going to KILL me!” she screamed as the contraction came to an end.

Ellery closed her eyes. I took the cloth from the table and gently wiped her forehead with it.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here with you, and I’ll get you through this. We’ve been through so much, and this is nothing.”

Her eyes flew open as if Satan himself took over. “Nothing! Did you just say this is nothing?!” she yelled at me.

“Baby, you know what I mean.”

“Uh oh, I think someone’s in deep shit. If I were you, I’d get the hell out of here, and run as fast as you can.” Peyton laughed.

I couldn’t say anything right. Everything I said was wrong and just pissed Ellery off. I got up from the bed and pulled my phone from my pocket. After I had an idea that might help keep Ellery calm, I called up Claire and asked her if she could bring Ellery’s classical music CD and the small painting of the baby cuddled up in the moon amongst the stars. I would stand in the doorway of the nursery, late at night, and watch Ellery as she stared at that painting while rubbing her belly. One night, I asked her about it.

“This is the fifth night you’ve been in here staring at that painting.” I smiled as I walked into the nursery and placed my hands on her shoulders.

She reached her hand up and placed her hand on top of mine. “I feel serene when I look at it. I’m not quite sure why, but I do. So, whenever I start to feel nervous or anxious, I come in here, and it calms me down.”

As I hung up with Claire, I walked over to Ellery and kissed her on the forehead.

“Claire is on her way with something that I think will help you relax.”

She looked at me and tried to smile, but another contraction was starting. I sat down on the edge of the bed and let her squeeze my hand as tightly as she needed to. I was in awe of this beautiful woman that I called my wife and what she was going through to give me a child. When the contraction ended, she brought my hand up to her lips and kissed it softly.

“I’m sorry, babe. I know I’m hurting you,” she said.

I gripped her face lightly with my hands. “You’re not hurting me, Ellery. I love you, and I love what you’re doing for us. You do what you need to in order to get through your contractions. I’m here for you, baby.” I smiled.




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