Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 90
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[Four Months Later, Delivery Room]
Even as Stacy got wheeled to delivery, she didn’t say anything to anyone despite the labor pains she’s already feeling all-over her being.
Her water broke when her friends and the female doctor were there, and that’s why they detected it was time. All Stacy did was grunt, squirm, squint and sniffle.
Her stomach looks too tall on the stretcher as it was wheeled by nurses towards the delivery room.
Trinidad, Kehlani and Tasha are present. Even Tania came on her wheelchair, and Tasha is pushing the wheelchair as they all rushed after Stacy’s stretcher.
She was finally wheeled to the room door where her friends are required to stay outside, but she grabbed the door, refusing to enter…
“I’m not going inside without my friends!” She spoke her first word in eight months, and they all gasped.
“Oh my gawd, Stacy!” Kehlani started crying emotionally.
“Stacy, thank goodness!” Tasha breathed out.
“Stacy…” Tania smiled gladly.
“You’re finally speaking…” Trinidad smiled, stroking her hair.
“I’m not going in without my friends,” Stacy repeated.
The nurses and female doctor didn’t argue with her preference.
She was wheeled in with all her friends but they had to cover uo and even wear masks.
The delivery room felt too bright for the kind of pain Stacy carried in with her right now.
Cold white lights flooded everything, and the air smelled faintly of antiseptic, but beneath it lingered something heavier… fear, sweat, and the metallic hint of blood.
Machines hummed and beeped steadily, tracking her pulse, her contractions, her struggle.
Stainless steel trays gleamed under the light, neatly arranged with instruments she didn’t want to look at.
Stacy lay on the bed, her body bare cos she has been stripped.
She feels vulnerable in every sense of the word. A thin sheet had long been pushed aside as the contractions took over.
Her skin glistened with sweat, her hair clung to her face and neck, and every muscle in her body tensed and trembled with the force of what she was going through.
Deep pain ripped through her in waves.
“Breathe, Stacy… breathe,” Trinidad urged, gripping one of her hands tightly as the contractions turned killing, unforgivable, murderous.
“I can’t… I can’t do this!” Stacy cried out, her voice breaking into a scream as another contraction hit.
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmm!!!!”
“You can,” Tasha said firmly, standing on her other side, brushing damp strands of hair away from Stacy’s face. “You’re already doing it.”
Kehlani hovered close, her voice softer, trembling with emotion. “We’re right here. You’re not alone, okay?”
Not alone.
Those words struck something deep inside her.
For a moment, through the pain, through the chaos, her mind flashed back to him…
The betrayal.
The bitterness that had settled in her chest like poison.
The syrup.
The abandonment.
The cold certainty that she had been poisoned to break wickedly.
Her face twisted, not just from the pain, but from something darker.
Anger. Hurt. A hatred so sharp it almost gave her strength.
“I h@të him…” she choked out between breaths, tears spilling freely down her temples. “I h@të him so much I wanna kill him…”
Another contraction slammed into her, stealing the rest of her words and replacing them with a raw, guttural scream.
“Agghhhhh!!!!! No no!!!!! It hurts!!!!! Mmmmm!!!!!!!!”
“Push, Stacy! Push!” The female doctor instructed from between her legs, voice steady but urgent.
Stacy’s fingers tightened around Trinidad’s hand as she bore down, her entire body straining.
Sweat dripped, tears fell, her voice cracked from screaming, but she pushed.
Again.
And again.
Time blurred into pain, voices, and the overwhelming need to be done.
“Babe you’re almost there!” Tania encouraged from her wheelchair, her own eyes glossy now.
“I see the head!” the Doctor called out, and Stacy cried out. A broken sound pulled from somewhere deep inside her, and with one final, desperate push…
“Agghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”
A sharp baby cry filled the room.
Everything stopped.
For a second, the world held its breath.
Then the baby’s cries grew louder.
“It’s here! He’s here!” Kehlani gushed, wiping her tears.
“It’s a boy! A boy!!” Tasha gushed too.
“I’m so proud of you, Stacy! So Fuçkin proud of you!” Trinidad sniffled.
“Stacy has always been that girl,” Tania chuckled happily. “I’m so Fuçkin glad.”
Stacy’s chest heaved as she collapsed back slightly to the mattress, her tears streaming freely now, but different this time.
Not just pain—something else.
Something fragile.
“Your baby,” the Doctor said gently.
She placed the baby boy in Stacy’s arms. He’s still so gently warm, still smeared with the evidence of the battle it took to bring him here.
Stacy didn’t hesitate.
She pulled him close against her naked chest, wrapping her arms around him as if the world might try to take him away.
Her shaking body curved instinctively around his tiny form.
His crying softened as he settled against her.
And just like that, something inside her shifted.
Her grip tightened—not out of fear, but out of need.
Out of love.
Out of something that felt dangerously close to healing.
Through the tears, her lips trembled into the faintest, broken smile as she pressed her cheek against his head.
“My baby…Louis.” she whispered.
The pain was still there.
The anger hadn’t vanished.
But in that moment….holding him close to her…
Stacy found something she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Hope.
Hope to live again.
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