After Marrying My Boss

“Bear with it a little more. We're reaching the hospital soon!” Michael said hastily as he glanced at me.

Two days ago, he was still treating me indifferently. However, all that vanished.

I didn't reply because the pain was overwhelming.

Although I had expected the pain of having a baby, I wasn't prepared for the intensity. No one should go through this agony.

I grabbed the fabric of my clothes tightly as I tried to distract myself from the pain, but it only made things worse.

Michael suddenly slowed down. It turned out an accident at the traffic light was obstructing the flow.

“D*mn it!” he cursed and continued to honk.

He was panicking. It was the first time he saw me in that much pain. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as I moaned.

“What's going on there?” I asked.

I was already terrified by childbirth, but now that his car had stopped, my anxiety grew stronger.

“It's nothing. We'll reach the hospital soon!” Seeing me in such agony broke his heart.

After that, he stepped on the accelerator and sped off.

In the upcoming traffic lights, Michael completely ignored the red light. He continued driving without stopping. Within minutes, we reached the hospital. It felt like an eternity to me.

The contractions were driving me crazy.

On our way to the hospital, Michael had called Ronan and asked him to prepare for my delivery. The latter agreed immediately.

The moment Michael got me out of the car, he put me down on the bed and I was wheeled into the delivery suite. A few nurses stopped him from entering.

“I want to go in!” he said unhappily to the nurses while furrowing his brows.

“Are you sure?” one nurse asked.

“Of course!” he said and walked toward me before the nurse could say anything else.

I was happy that he wanted to be there for me during my hardest time, but at the same time, I didn't want him to see me in a mess.

Michael held my hand as he stood beside my hospital bed. Although he said nothing, I could feel his heartache and anxiety.

A male doctor entered the room. Michael's face darkened instantly when he saw the man.

“Get out! I want a female doctor!” he half-shouted at the doctor before the latter even got to my bed.

The doctor was stunned, probably because he didn't expect Michael to say that. “Sir, I'm a gynecologist. To me, your wife is only a woman who is about to deliver a baby. Please don't think too much about it.”

Michael continued to look angry. I knew he wouldn't allow a male doctor to deliver our baby. He's always been possessive. There's no way he'll let another man see my body, especially my vagina.

Although what the doctor said made sense, and I didn't have any discrimination about that, it felt weird to have a man deliver my baby.

“Are there any other female doctors around? I prefer a woman,” I whispered through the pain with gritted teeth.

“Hurry up! If you continue to waste my time, I'll tear the whole hospital apart!” Michael yelled at the doctor who was standing at the side.

I was sure Michael was worried about me when he saw how painful I looked. It was also obvious he couldn't bear to let another man see my private part.

The doctor scurried away after Michael yelled at him. In minutes, a female doctor rushed into the delivery room.

The nurses had already completed the disinfection procedures. The doctor asked me to spread my legs wide right after she got here.

I was quite conservative, so I felt uncomfortable letting others see my private part. However, when I thought about my child, none of this mattered.

The pain intensified. With the guidance of the female doctor, I continued to take deep breaths and pushed.