20) Little Angel

Paul gave Marshall the keys to his American Auto so that he could rush me to the hospital.

I was sitting in the passenger's seat, completely uncomfortable and anxious to get to the hospital. My anxiety was giving me the most intense heat flashes.

I was staring forward at the road. Maybe watching the rainy weather outside would help me calm down. No, these contractions were too strong and happening too frequent. My hands placed over my stomach as I attempted to breath steadily. I felt so uncomfortable. It was as if the baby was dropping because it was in a lower position of my birth canal.

I had never done this before, I didn't know how this was suppose to feel. What if the baby came out before we got to the hospital? I hoped to God that wouldn't happen.

I groaned loudly as a large cramp expanded around my stomach.

"Is there any way you can drive faster??" I screamed through the pain.

"Fuck no!" Marshall screamed back anxiously with hands glued to the wheel. "Do you see this fuckin' rain?? I'm not about to have us killed!"

"Going a little bit faster won't kill us!"

"For chrissake yes, it will." he muttered before his voice escalated. "Plus I'm already goin' 70 on a 65 with an expired license--"

"I need to get there like now, come on please!?"

"No, Victoria! I ain't gettin' us pulled over!" he screamed so loud that it actually made me shiver in fear.

"Quit yelling at me!" I retorted back.

"I'm mad! I'll fuckin' yell when I want to!" He screamed back. I rolled my eyes, not realizing he noticed. "Aye don'tchu fuckin' roll your eyes at me!"

"What are you doing looking at me? Keep your eyes on the road!" I hissed. There was an awkward silence until finally, Marshall spoke up again.

"Y'know if I wanted a bitch, I would've bought a dog." He grumbled.

"Well you don't own any bitch, we broke up remember?" I clarified while facing back out the window, still in pain.

"Great. Lemme just make a quick stop to Bitches-R-Us and get my money back." He chuckled to himself while I scoffed in disgust.

"Wow, it's sad you think you're actually funny.." It got quiet again so I tried to calm my now infuriated self down by looking back out the window.  "Aghhhrrr.." I squeezed my eyes as tight as possible and scream even louder as another contraction occurred.

Once I was able to open them back up, I looked at the road ahead of me.

"Marshall, what the hell are you doing?? It's quicker if you take Balfour and make a U-turn on Cortona Way--"

"Bitch, I've been livin' here before you! I know how to get there!"

"Then fucking get us there!"

"What the fuck does it look like I'm doin'!?"

"Taking the long way!" I screamed back. "I'm telling you, make the next exit!"

Marshall released a dramatic sigh but did what I said.

"Yo, what the fuck's this guy's problem on the side of me!?" He shouted as a car got too close to our lane. He rolled down his window, releasing all the chilly air and drops of rain into the car. "Fuck you asshole!!" He placed his middle finger out the window and started honking the horn repeatedly. "Yeah! Bite me!"

"What the hell is wrong with you??" I screamed. "Do you wanna start road rage at a time like this??" I snatched his hand away from the horn. He took a deep breath while rolling the window back up.

"...fuckin' punk." his muttered while looking at the guy one last time.

I sulked down into my seat and released an obnoxious huff.

Honestly, if it wasn't for having a baby and being in crucial pain, I'd slap the living daylight's out of Marshall right about now. I wished I didn't hate him the way I did. If this was a perfect world and Marshall was the man of my dreams, this moment could've been almost romantic, and heartwarming.

But nope, it was a complete and utter nightmare. I couldn't wait to have my baby and get the hell away from him.

***

As soon as we got to the emergency room, a group of nurses took me right into the maternity ward. The staff there gave Marshall some paper work to fill out in the meantime and ordered him to wait in the waiting room while I gave birth.

A labor/delivery nurse then took me and rushed me to the birthing room.

Once the contractions had spread out in time for me to push, the nurse ordered my doctor to enter the room.

"Alright Miss Russo, you may feel the need to get this baby out as soon as possible. But you need to take it slow. Let your uterus do it's work, until you feel the urge to push--"

"I feel the urge to push!" I grunted out.

"Alright, honey." The nurse grabbed my hand to comfort me while I sat up and readjusted my position to push.

After a long moment of trying different positions and constantly pushing with my muscles, progress was slowly being made. The doctor said that the baby's scalp was now visible. At that point, I became emotional and couldn't wait to get her out.

The more my tissue stretched, the more it began to burn. After each contraction, I began to push with all my might.

"Alright Miss Russo, I know the urge to push is unbearable now. But you're at the point where you must stop. I want you to take heavy breathes or even blow out some air, in order to counter the urge."

I nodded my head, doing as he said, though it was hard. My body felt as though the baby was stuck and it just needed to be pushed out, although I knew this wasn't actually the case. So I tried to ignore the feeling.

Finally, the full head was out. It was time for Doctor Nova to clamp and cut the umbilical cord.

The baby's head turned to the side as her shoulders rotated inside of me. I could literally feel her get into the position to exit. At that point I began to cry.

"Alright Miss Russo, your baby is now ready to exit. I need you to push through this contraction so that her shoulders can emerge one at a time, along with her body."

"Okay..." I followed his orders again by beginning to push.. I could feel her slipping out of me with each push I give.

I was pushing, and pushing..

I could hear the cry of an infant.

"She's out!" The doctor rejoiced. He wrapped her up in a warm towel so that she stayed warm. I was anxious to see her and hold her but he began to suction off all the mucus that was around her face. He then walked towards me with the baby.

"Miss Russo, say hello to your beautiful baby girl." Doctor Nova announced in a gentle tone. He carefully placed my baby girl on top of my lap.

I looked down at her while embracing her into my arms. She was so warm, and soft, and tiny. She was absolutely beautiful. I placed a light kiss over her head as she laid in my arms, still crying.

"Welcome to the world, angel." I smiled at her preciousness.

I was a complete mess of emotions. I mean, I was basically feeling any type of emotion there physically was to to feel; euphoria, awe, pride, disbelief, excitement. I was feeling it all.

"Would you like me to bring in your fiancé now?" The doctor asked, causing me to flinch. He thought we were still together, which we would have been if it hadn't been for... well, a lot of things.

I forgot all about Marshall. Or should I say my now ex-boyfriend.

I finally sighed and nodded at Dr. Nova's question.

*Marshall's POV

I was sitting down impatient as fuck. How long did it take to deliver a damn baby? I guess a long time. But I didn't care. I just hoped the baby was alright. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I hoped Tori was doing alright too.

I didn't know what happened to us over the past few weeks. But it seemed like it all happened so sudden. I got that she didn't want me to rap fucked up shit about her. But was that enough to make her wanna leave me?

So maybe we got mad at each other, a lot. But so what? That's just how some couples are. I didn't care if she always tried picking fights. I loved her. And I'd do anything for her. I didn't even care about having a reputation, being a rapper who's expected to bang all those other broads. I only needed one girl in my life. I wanted to settle down with Tori. She was my ride or die. I've told her this a million times, that's why we were getting married, or was anyway.

I just didn't get it. If Proof could marry Sharonda, and put up with her nagging ass, then I could damn well put up with Tori's. I loved her. And maybe the only way to show that to her was by promising to not write about her anymore. It was time I swallowed my pride and tell her how it is.

My thoughts were interrupted by the door beside me, opening.

"Mr Mathers?" Dr Nova asked.

"Yes," I automatically found myself standing up.

"Congratulations!" He boomed with a smile. "You're the father of a bouncing baby girl."

At that point I felt myself begin to get very emotional and warm inside. A feeling I never really had before. The side of my mouth twitched up to form a smirk as I looked at the doctor.

I followed him into the birthing room and instantly saw Tori sitting up with the baby on her lap. She looked exhausted. Completely tired out from giving birth. But even then, while looking into her baby's eyes, she looked stunning.

She looked up to see me and instantly, her eyes widened, which was slowly followed up by a warm smile. I didn't know if she had forgiven me for everything, or if she was just holding it all in so that the moment was special for us both, but the smile seemed genuine.

*Tori's POV

I looked up and saw Marshall standing directly in front of me. For a moment, as he looked into my eyes, I forgot about all the fights we had. It felt like old times, when we first knew we were in love. But it wasn't a cliché moment I was trying to force for the sake of good memories. It was the most genuine feeling. As I looked at Marshall, I saw the intimate love we've always had for one another.

And in that train of thought I found myself smiling at him. And he reluctantly smiled back.

"Can I hold her?" He whispered with hesitation.

"Of course, she's your baby too." I replied in a hushed tone since the baby was now sleeping. I slowly placed her into Marshall's arms.

He cradled her up to his chest and took the moment all in, just like I did. And boy was it touching. To see Marshall, a tough and angry young man, become so tentative and vulnerable. The way he looked at her, I could see he loved her. I could see that he wasn't anything like my father. He didn't want to take care of her because he had to, he was here because he wanted to. He loved her.

Maybe I didn't need to leave Marshall after all. I mean maybe he was the perfect dad for my daughter. Maybe I was just worked up over the pregnancy and his songs had scared me because of his lyrics. The reality was, he just wrote what he felt It was his way of venting out. Maybe I didn't 100% agree with it, but it's what he's always done.

And even though we'd fight, we had a dedicated bond that neither one of us could deny. It was more than just a bond of being similar and growing up together. It was from years of understanding, and caring for one another.

I felt all warm and fuzzy inside just like the moment we first started officially dating. It's was feeling I never want to leave me. I loved him. I knew it then.

"What are we gonna name her?" He asked while leaning over and placing her back in my arms. As he dod so, I could smell the scent of his cologne bounce off of his body. It brought out an even more romantic feeling of intimacy.

I then remembered his question.

"Oh my goodness, I-I still have no idea." I stuttered anxiously.

"It's okay, we have time." He placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked back down at our baby. She needed a pretty name. One that was soft and delicate..

"Angelia." I finally said.

"That's what you wanna name her?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Angelia Rose. We can call her Gia for short. What do you think?" I smiled and looked back up at Marshall.

"I mean, sure. Yeah." He nodded his head. "It sounds beautiful, where'd you get it from?"

"Nowhere, it just popped into my head." I shrugged. "It's a beautiful name, for a beautiful baby girl."

"Alright. Angelia Rose it is." He smiled.

-----------------------------------Author's Note: hey babes, once again thanks for reading. I just wanna clarify that the name I picked, Angelia is pronounced; 'Anne-je-lea' rather than the beginning front sounding like 'On-gelia' like some would pronounce it.

Also can you believe Tori and Marshall actually had a baby?? What an important milestone to their early lives as young adults! Do you think Tori will officially take Marshall back after seeing how emotional she got from giving birth?

Lastly, a quick side note; Now because this story is based on Marshall's real life but ALSO a complete fantasy life, not all his songs on here are gonna be the way they are in real life. Because it wouldn't make sense if he raps about Kim or Hailie or Alaina or Whitney or a lot of things. However I'll still mention the names of the songs, but I want you to just assume that they're modified versions the fit Marshall's reality in THIS story. For example, if I mention the song "mockingbird" later on in the novel, it won't be te exact song you know in real life. Because Marshall can't rap about having Hailie before he was famous or anything. That being said, I won't type up my own version of the song just for this story, so when a song does pop up in the storyline, with your best ability, imagine the lyrics being altered so that they fit with this 'world'. Just infer that they are different lyrics that make sense to the story without actually thinking up those altered lyrics up. Hope that made sense haha:)