Knocked Up- The Complete Box Set

by Lilian Monroe

  Either way, even if it’s crazy to pull her out of school and fly across the country with her, it feels right. She can meet Rosie and her new sibling—brother, according to her—and I can make up for lost time. I might not have been there for the pregnancy but I sure as hell will be there for the baby.

  42

  Rosie

  Harper: On my way.

  I sigh, knowing that Harper shouldn’t be dropping everything to be with me, but at the same time relief courses through my veins. The contractions are getting more intense and even though I’m surrounded by doctors and nurses, I’ve never felt so alone.

  I’m terrified.

  The phone is sitting on the nightstand, taunting me. Lucas is one call away. How would he react?

  I sigh. He would react like any sane person who gets a call in the middle of the night telling him he’s hours away from becoming a father. He would freak out, obviously. I can’t do that to him.

  It’s just these crazy pregnancy and labour hormones that are making me consider calling him now, of all times. I had six months to call him and tell him about the baby, and I never did it. I can’t call him now! What would I even say?

  Another contraction builds inside me until I’m doubled over in pain, panting and sweating as a nurse comes over and rubs my back.

  “Good job, Rosie, that’s it. Just breathe through it. They’re getting more frequent now, I’ll get the doctor to check you again in a bit.”

  I groan in response, not able to make words. The pain rises and falls like a tidal wave and I slowly straighten myself up again.

  I’ve gone from pacing my apartment to pacing the hospital hallways. The woman who shared my room when I first arrived has already gone to give birth. Based on the relaxed look of the nurses around me, I’ll be here a while.

  I should have stayed at home.

  Time drags on and on until I hear my name from down the hall.

  “Rosie! Rosie!” It’s Harper and Jess, and behind them Zach. They’re carrying bags and pillows for me. Harper’s face is flushed as she hustles towards me.

  “Rosie, how are you feeling. Ah! I’m so excited! This is great!”

  “Is it? It’s more like agony than great, I’d say,” I answer as I lean against the wall. I put both hands underneath my bulging stomach and take a deep breath.

  “Looks horrendous,” Jess says. I glance at her sideways and she grins. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay. I’d be saying the same if it were you in my position,” I laugh. “So much for not having kids, hey?”

  “Oh come on,” Harper says. “It’s not that bad.”

  “Harper. You’ve been through this. How can you say it’s not that bad?” I glance up at Zach and he grimaces. He remembers the screaming and swearing that went on when Harper gave birth to their daughter.

  Harper shrugs. “However bad it is, it’s worth it.”

  I nod. “I’m going to be a mom,” I whisper, looking at my belly and giving it another rub.

  “Yes you are. Now come on, we brought you some goodies, where’s your room?”

  The four of us head to my room and I lie back down, groaning and sighing in relief. Jess plumps up my pillow and Harper holds up the million things they’ve brought for me. Pillows, pajamas, magazines, hand cream, things I’d never have thought to bring.

  “You’ve done this before,” I say to Harper. She laughs. “All the things I wished I had when I was here.”

  Her phone dings and she glances at it. “Oh!” Her eyebrows shoot up and she glances at me and then at Jess.

  “What is it?” I pant. Harper hesitates. “Just tell me,” I say.

  “Lucas Thorne heard you were pregnant and has a gift basket for you. He asked to have it delivered either at your house or here at the hospital if you’re already here. What should I tell him?”

  I hardly hear a word after ‘Lucas Thorne’. My heart starts thumping against my ribcage and another contraction starts. I turn to my side and double over as the pain intensifies. I groan louder and louder as it gets worse, willing it to be over. It lasts longer than any other contraction I’ve had so far and I wonder how much worse they’ll get. It feels like an eternity.

  Jess is stroking my hair and Harper holds my hand when I can finally relax. I open my eyes and look at Harper. “What did you tell him?”

  “Who?”

  “Lucas? Did you answer?”

  “Don’t worry about it Rosie, I just said send it here. There might be some nice treats for you once this is all over. I’ll take care of everything, okay?”

  “That’s nice of him to send something,” Zach says. “He must be impressed by your work.”

  Harper, Jess and I exchange a look. I never told Zach who the father was.

  “What?” Zach asks, his eyebrows knitting together as he looks from his wife to me. “What did I miss?”

  “Nothing, babe. It’s very kind of him,” Harper says.

  I nod and close my eyes again, rolling onto my back. Jess pats my forehead with a damp towel.

  A gift basket? What would that even mean? Why would he text Harper instead of emailing the office?

  The questions fly around my brain and I can’t make any sense of them. The minute I think I’ve come up with an explanation, another contraction starts and I’m in agony for another never-ending minute.

  “Good work, Rosie, you’re doing great,” Jess coos into my ear. I open my eyes and look at her, not able to think of something suitably sarcastic to say. She smiles at me and squeezes my arm. I close my eyes again and wait for the next wave of pain.

  The door startles me as it swings open.

  “Sounds like someone’s contractions are getting better! Or worse, whatever way you want to look at it.”

  I squint at the doctor, hating his cheerfulness. His grey hair and ruddy cheeks make him look friendly but I can’t bring myself to feel anything except pain and misery right now. The doctor disinfects his hands and then claps them together.

  “Well!” He says. “Let’s have a look, shall we? Legs up!”

  I glance at Jess who glances at the doctor. He’s altogether too cheery, but I do as he says and pray that he tells me I’m ready to get this over with.

  43

  Lucas

  Allie’s little hand is in mine as we walk through the terminal and make our way to the taxis. We don’t have any checked baggage, and she’s wearing her favorite pink backpack that’s almost as big as she is. She squeezes my hand.

  “I’m excited!” She exclaims as she skips beside me. “I always wanted to meet Rosie. She seems nice.”

  “She is. But how would you even know?”

  Allie shrugs. “I saw a message flash on your screen. She was saying hello. She just seems nice, the way she talks.”

  I say nothing, wondering why Allie never mentioned anything. Probably because I never did.

  We walk the rest of the way in silence, and climb in a taxi. I give the driver the name of the hospital that Harper gave me before staring at Allie. She and I are probably not the gift basket she had in mind when she agreed to give me Rosie’s hospital room.

  We speed through the streets but it’s somehow too slow. Allie’s nose is glued to the window as she stares at the city. She makes noises and points at buildings as they race by. I smile. Maybe it’s good that I brought her here, took her out of LA to see something different. The cab weaves through the streets and as we get closer my heart starts beating faster.

  I haven’t seen Rosie in six months, and now I’m bursting in as she’s about to give birth to a child that I’m not even sure is mine. What if the real father is there? What if I’m wrong and I burst in on their intimate family moment? I’ll look like an idiot, and a creep. My career will be over, that’s for sure.

  I am a creep, asking for her location and then just showing up. That’s the definition of creepy. God, what am I doing?!

  Before my thoughts can spiral out of control, Allie’s hand finds mine and she gives it a squeeze
. She smiles at me and nods slightly. I relax my shoulders down and smile back at her.

  We’re here now, and there’s no turning back. If the baby isn’t mine, if Rosie has someone else, if she’s alone but she wants nothing to do with me—it doesn’t matter. I’ll have done my best to come here and let her know that I’m available. I want her, I want the kid, I want a family again.

  We pull up to the hospital and I pay the fare before climbing out of the cab. Allie comes around to stand beside me, once again slipping her fingers into mine.

  “You ready?” She asks.

  “Not in the slightest,” I respond, laughing. “I’m shitting myself.”

  “Swear jar!” She says as she pokes me in the ribs and laughs. “It’ll be okay, Dad. I can’t wait to meet my little brother!”

  “What if it’s a girl?”

  Allie shrugs one shoulder and looks at me, pressing her lips into a thin line. “It’s not, but if it is, I’ll be just as happy.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “Okay, kiddo. Let’s go.”

  The glass doors slide open and we step through. The reception desk is just to the left, with hallways shooting off in every direction. There’s a waiting room to the right and a few people glance up as Allie and I walk in. I look at the boards to try to find the maternity wing before giving up and heading to reception.

  “Hi, here to see Rosie Jackson.”

  The woman stares at me blankly. “Any idea what she’s here for?”

  “Right. She’s uh—she’s giving birth. She’s having a baby. Maternity. Room 213 I think?” I stumble over my words and cringe at how awkward I sound. The woman doesn’t seem to notice, she just nods and slides her glasses down to the end of her nose to look at the computer screen in front of her. She taps a few things and then looks back at me.

  “Just down that hall, to the left. Take the west elevators to the third floor and then turn right. You’ll see another set of elevators with maternity written above them. Take them to the second floor and that’s where she is.”

  She frowns as she looks at the screen. “Looks like she’s gone into the delivery room already. When you get to the maternity floor turn left and ask the reception what room she’s in, I don’t have access to that information here. You’d better hurry or you’ll miss all the action.”

  “All the… action?”

  “Let’s go!” Allie shouts as she pulls my arm towards the elevator. “Dad, let’s go!”

  I’m in a daze. Even though I came across the country and found out where Rosie is and brought Allie, it’s just hitting me now. Rosie is giving birth. She might be giving birth right this instant. I might see the birth of my second kid.

  Something stirs inside me and all the doubt evaporates from me. I know this baby is mine. I can sense it in the depths of my heart, in the depths of my stomach, or my soul, or wherever. All I know is that it’s mine. I don’t know how I know, but as Allie pulls me down those stark white hospital hallways, I know that I’m going to be a father again any minute now.

  My mind goes blank and my heart starts beating, sending waves of warmth through to every extremity. Allie drags me along and I float down the hallways, feeling like my body belongs to someone else and I’m just along for the ride.

  We find the elevators, take them to the third floor, turn right, and see the big black words above the second set of elevators: MATERNITY. Allie jumps up and presses the ‘up’ arrow. She squeezes my hand and I look down at her, still in a daze.

  I’m about to meet my second child. I’m about to see Rosie. I’m about to introduce them both to my other daughter. This is either going to be the best moment of my life or the undeniable, absolute worst.

  44

  Rosie

  There’s shouting and sweating and swearing and grunting and I’m not sure what’s my voice and what’s everyone else’s.

  The pain is excruciating. I know I’m crushing Harper’s hand, somewhere in the back corner of my mind I register my knuckles turning white and the tips of her fingers turning bright red, but all that I can focus on is the pain. The contractions are coming fast now and they are more intense than I could have imagined. It’s like menstrual pain times a million.

  The contraction subsides and the doctor pops his head up. “Okay, the next contraction it’ll be time to push like you’ve never pushed before. Do you understand?” he asks. His cheerfulness has been replaced with complete focus.

  “Get this baby out of me,” I gasp between pants. The doctor grins.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “And don’t call me ma’am,” I say before leaning my head back. Harper presses a damp towel to my forehead.

  “You’re doing great.”

  I close my eyes and feel the next contraction start building in the pit of my stomach. I can sense the wave of pain start to build and build and the nurse beside me lifts my shoulders up and grabs my other hand.

  “Ready? Three, two, one, PUSH.”

  I’ve heard of ‘bearing down’, of ‘pushing’, I’ve read about childbirth, but nothing prepared me for the feeling I’m experiencing right now. I’m not sure if I’m pushing a baby out or trying to empty my entire abdomen of all my organs. My body is being torn in half. I hear my self scream as my face contorts, my teeth clamping down and tears streaming out of my closed eyes.

  “That’s it!” The doctor calls out. “Keep pushing! Just a little bit more!”

  My vision is going white and I think I’m going to pass out when the contraction starts to subside. The nurse pats my shoulder and helps me lean back.

  “Deep breaths, now, Rosie. You’re doing great. Deep breaths, in and out,” she models the breaths for me and I try to follow her lead. My heart is hammering against my chest and the tears are still streaming out of my eyes. I breathe in, close my eyes, and blow the air out slowly through my mouth.

  “That’s it,” she says, patting my shoulder. “Just keep breathing.”

  Just when my heartbeat feels like it’s starting to slow down, I feel my contraction start again. I groan and open my eyes, lifting my shoulders up with the nurse’s help.

  “Okay, this is it, Rosie, you can do it.”

  They say pain is nothing, it’s temporary and it’s in the mind. But right now, pain is real, it’s visceral, and it’s never-ending. It twists through my stomach and sends arrows of agony through my veins. It wraps itself around my spine and squeezes me like a huge fist. It burns as it shoots through my entire body and all I can do is scream, swear, gasp, and push.

  As if I’m under water, I hear the doctor say something about the head. He’s talking excitedly but all I hear is gurgling and many voices around me. Harper squeezes my hand and suddenly the pressure between my legs is relieved. The doctor slides his hands back and I see a glimpse of my baby through my blurry, tear-filled eyes.

  “What is it? Is it okay?” I gasp, not understanding what’s going on. The baby is handed off to a nurse who takes it to the nearby bassinet. The nurses and doctor crowd around and work quickly and efficiently as Harper stands next to me, squeezing my hand.

  The seconds tick by and I lift my head towards them. “What’s going on?” I croak again. The fear starts building inside me when no one answers.

  Finally, relief flows through me as I hear the screams of my newborn baby. Its cries get louder and louder as the medical team works over it until the doctor steps back, beaming. My eyes are glued on the bassinet, tears still streaming down my face. My hair is plastered to my forehead and all I can do is pant and wait.

  “Congratulations!” The nurse exclaims as she turns around and places the baby gently on my chest. “You have a beautiful, healthy baby boy.”

  The minute my son touches my chest an overwhelming wave of love fills me to the brim. I look at his little scrunched face and start laughing and crying and laughing some more. Harper strokes my shoulder.

  “He’s beautiful,” she whispers. “Just beautiful.”

  “He looks like an alien,” I laugh, loo
king at his lumpy head and wrinkly face. He has patchy, bright red hair all over his head. “But he’s my little alien.” I stroke his tiny arm with my finger and start laughing again.

  I’m completely in love. I’ve never felt anything like it. I’m in a daze, and I don’t know if it’s pain or medicine or love but I have eyes only for my son. It’s not until I hear someone clear their throat that I look up.

  The nurse steps forward. “Excuse me, sir, you can’t be in here.” She puts her hands up towards him to usher him out.

  Time stops and his eyes meet mine. He looks at me with pure wonder and I notice he has tears streaming down his cheeks as well.

  “Lucas?” Harper says, confused and a little bit horrified. “What are you doing here?”

  “It’s okay,” I croak, and then say it a bit louder. “It’s okay.”

  The nurse turns towards me and then glances back at him suspiciously. He takes a step forward, still not saying anything.

  “Rosie, if you want this man to leave just tell me,” the nurse says.

  I shake my head. “It’s okay,” I repeat. “He’s the father.”

  45

  Lucas

  “What are you doing here! Is this your idea of a fucking gift basket!?” Harper exclaims, but I hardly hear her. I had to push past Zach’s shocked face outside and I know I might not have a job after this, but it doesn’t even matter. All that matters right now is that little baby boy resting on Rosie’s chest. The nurse moves closer and I watch her cut the umbilical cord and then swaddle the tiny baby in a cloth.

  Harper says something else but I don’t hear her. I don’t hear anything. All I can see is Rosie and the baby.

  “Just a little bit more work to do, and then we’ll be all clear,” the doctor says. I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I walk up to the bed as Harper slides out of the way. She looks at me in shock but says nothing as I slip my fingers into Rosie’s.