The Assistant (47 page)

“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 it and now I really feel like broccoli because-”

“EMILY! Calm down! I’m sorry for that too. I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done to you up until this moment now please stop crying in my arms you’re making this even harder than it is because you’re so fucking fat. Well you aren’t, but that child inside you is. Or maybe it is you. I don’t know.” Adrian shrugged just as we got to the white BMW that was recently purchased by Adrian specifically for ‘pregnancy emergencies’.

“Just get me to the damned hospital.” I scowled, slapping his arm as he put me in the car gently.

“Yes boss.” He smirked, before sneaking a quick peck on my lips.

***

“Come on Mrs. Kingston, just a couple of more pushes!”

“Are you
kidding
me? JUST PULL THE STUPID THING OUT!” I roared, glaring down at my doctor.

“Shortcake, there is no way I’d let anyone treat something I made like that. Push it out and I’ll change its nappy for the entire month,” Adrian offered, forcing me to turn to the side and face him.

He was smirking down at me, and I clenched my jaw angrily before turning back to the doctor. “Do you see what I live with,” I stated.

“I… I don’t mean to ask at such an inappropriate time but… what is a nappy?” the nurse beside me asked, making me turn to the opposite side of Adrian in the process.

“It’s his dumbass British way of saying diapers,” I grumbled, before screeching out in pain again.

“They’re almost out, Emily! Just
one more push!
”

“Come on Shortcake, you’ve done this with Mason, you can do this again. Just be angry! Think of the broccoli. Or the time I broke every Blu-Ray disk that contained the actor that shall not be named because you claimed to love him more than me.” Adrian’s face grew dark at that.

“You mean…
Dave Franco
?” I drawled out, before bursting out into a fit of continuous laughter as both Adrian’s fists and jaw began to clench.

A high-pitched cry suddenly came from the other end of my bed, cutting my laughter short and forcing both Adrian and me to look at the baby that was moving around in Dr. Geller’s arms. She smiled down at it, before looking up at the both of us. “It’s a girl.”

And suddenly, any pain that I was experiencing temporarily faded from my body as Dr. Geller wrapped my newly born baby girl in a blanket and handed her over to me.

Adrian, who was still silent beside me, crouched down to our level just as the same expression of adoration and wonder settled into his features. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that I was all sticky from sweat, and that our baby was still slick with the contents of my uterus.

He just stared at her for a few moments longer, before turning to face me with the same amazed look. “You did it.” He smiled slightly, before placing a light kiss on my sweaty forehead.

“
We
did it,” I whispered, before looking down at my baby girl again.

“Okay, I understand how fun it was for you when we did it, but I was talking about the birthing part,” Adrian pointed out, his trademark smirk appearing onto his face.

“Adrian!” I exclaimed quietly, just as the baby stirred in my arms.

“You do realise you gave birth to her by laughing, right?” my doctor pointed out, a slightly amused smile on her face.

My face began to burn up as I tried laughing. “Really?”

She nodded. “Thanks to your husband.”

“What’s new.” Adrian shrugged, before dusting off imaginary dust from his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, before my attention was solely focused on my child again. “We have to name her,” I murmured softly, smiling down at her sleeping figure.

“I’m sorry Emily, but we’re going to have to take her away for now to get her cleaned up. Plus, your placenta still needs to come out and she can’t be in your arms while that’s happening.” Dr. Geller spoke up, bursting the small bubble that was unconsciously made around me and my child.

“Oh… Of course.” I nodded in understanding, remembering my previous pregnancy. A nurse came up beside me and smiled while extending her arms out, waiting for me to put my child in her arms.

“I think we should call her Alana,” Adrian suddenly spoke up. “Mason and Alana.”

“Alana,” I repeated, more to myself. “I like it.” I smiled, placing a soft kiss on Alana’s forehead before gently passing her over to the nurse. She smiled and nodded before walking away with her, and I looked over at Adrian with the same smile on my lips.

Adrian held up a phone in my face. “I googled its meaning. It’s beautiful and harmony.”

“Mr. Kingston, there are no cell phones in the labour room!” Dr. Geller scolded, frowning at him.

Adrian scoffed. “As if I’m going to listen to that stupid rule.”

Another sharp pain shot through my stomach. “Here we go again,” I groaned, wincing in pain as another contraction made way.

***

“Where is she?”

“I’m not letting her anywhere near you, mate,” Adrian scowled, glaring down at Allen. “You’ll corrupt her before she’s even able to open her eyes.”

“Okay, well what about me?! I’m not Allen!” Amy pointed out, a begging form starting to overcome her entire body.

“No, you’re too loud. You’ll wake her up.” Adrian grunted. “Can you all go home? I want to be alone with my family.” He glared at both our parents, my brother and our friends for a while, trying to emphasize his point.

“We
are
your family, you little bitch,” Mason argued, glaring back at his son.

“You’re my family, but you’re not
my
family,” Adrian replied, as if the argument he was trying to get across was clear as day.

I sighed. “Adrian, they want to see their new grandchild/niece and yes I am including you both as brother and sister,” I clarified, looking at Allen and Amy.

“Well about time!” Amy spoke up, sarcasm thick in her tone.

“They can see her another day.” Adrian whined, turning around and pouting at me.

“You said that to them yesterday!” I argued.

“Mama,” Little Mason spoke up, climbing up and sitting beside me in the hospital bed.

“Yes my lovely?” I replied, smiling down at the mini Adrian I was blessed with. Mason began to poke my chest area, making me wince in pain from their tenderness.

“Mason, no. Mummy is still hurting there. Unfortunately.” He grumbled.

“I gave birth
yesterday
! How much more sex driven can you be?” I exclaimed.

“Way more if you keep looking the way you do. Get ugly.”

“Then you’ll get a divorce.”

“Then I’m sure someone with your ugliness, say… Dave Franco… Will be more than happy to wed you.” Adrian smirked smugly, proud with his response.

I gave him a flat look, before looking at the remaining male figures in the room. “Get him out of my face.”

“Hey!” Adrian called out, rooting himself in his exact position. “I’m not leaving this hospital room without Alana in my arms.”

“Come on buddy, post-pregnant woman’s orders,” Blake spoke up, smiling smugly at Adrian.

“Why are you listening to her?!”

“Because she just gave birth?” Allen suggested, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, get out bitch. You’re being mean to Emily and her boobs.” Mason frowned, before sending a wink over in my direction.

A soft sound suddenly turned the entire room silent, and small, innocent sounding cries instantly filled the silence in the room. Everyone’s facial expressions – including Adrian’s pissed off one – instantly softened at the sound of Alana’s cries, and Adrian immediately walked over to her small bed and held her in his arms while walking over towards me.

He sat beside Mason and myself and placed a kiss on Alana’s forehead before looking up and smiling at me. “I hope she grows up to be just like you.” He grinned.

“I hope he
doesn’t
grow up to be just like you. Broccoli stealer,” I joked, returning his joyous grin.

Alana instantly fell back into a deep slumber in Adrian’s arms, and he gently placed her back into her small bed beside me before moving Mason and seating him on his lap as he bent down and placed a deep kiss on my lips.

Once he pulled away, he waggled his eyebrows. “Let’s start working on that set of twins, shall we?” He smirked.

My face began to heat up as my eyes trailed over to our family, who were scattered all over the hospital room, before I shook my head. “Can you keep that kind of stuff to yourself in public?” I whispered, heating up even more.

“Keep your pants on while we’re in the room, okay? Just as a personal favour to me for always being there for you.” Allen cringed.

“I second that notion,” Blake spoke up, growing pale at the thought of it.

“I suggest you get out of the room then,” Adrian said in a dead pan voice, giving them a flat expression.

“Mason sweetie! It’s time to go!” Katherine said in a rushed tone, elegantly walking towards us and snatching the child out of Adrian’s lap.

“It’s not actually going to happen!” I squeaked, my eyes growing wide as I noticed everyone making their way towards the door.

“Yeah… it is. You and I both know it. He’s usually your bitch, but when it comes to sex? You’re his. Sorry Emily, but have fun!” Mason grinned, before exiting the room.

“Hey, you guys! It’s not – stop leaving!” I called out pathetically, just as the door slammed shut behind Amy, who I heard laugh before disappearing completely.

“We may as well prove them right…” Adrian trailed off, placing a trail of kisses on my jawline.

I pushed his face away before glaring. “Get off.”

“Oh I will.” He smirked, before chuckling at my horrified facial expression.

“You’ll never stop, will you?” I groaned, shaking my head with a smile on my face.

“Nope. It’s okay, you love me, and so you’ll never get sick of it.” Adrian nodded, confirming his own thoughts to himself.

“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?” I murmured, looking over at a sleeping Alana with the same smile on my face.

“Yeah she is; just like her mothe – oh wait, I’m the hotter one out of the both of us.”

I rolled my eyes. “Nine out of ten times I like you. It’s times like these where you’re just a total idiot.”

“Whatever Trevor. Hey! We can name our next child Trevor.”

“Great idea, genius,” I muttered sarcastically. “No more kids.”