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'My Darling'	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 1768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know and have never met Gordon Ramsay in real life. This is a work of fiction, none of this ever happened! No profit will be made from this and this is just for fun.

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Author’s Note: Please don’t harm me for this chapter. |3;

Chapter Three: Horrible Secret

    Staring at the small device in her hands, Jade just had to feel a bit vindictive towards the Gods’ sense of humor. A week after Ramsay’s departure, she had started getting horribly sick in the mornings at work; making it impossible for her to be of any help during the morning rush. At a certain point, Sophia Dotello had congratulated her on the coming baby. An assumption she had hotly denied at the time. Now, with the evidence in hand, she found her earlier behavior more than a little silly. If she hadn’t been so afraid of this very inevitability, she would have seen all the signs just as clearly as her elderly boss. Now she found herself put in a very difficult position.
    While she didn’t want to hide the fact she was pregnant from Gordon, she had kinda left him in the lurch his last night in the states. If she were him, she’d never want to see the person that had done that ever again. Still, she felt as if the man deserved to know. It didn’t feel right just to keep it from him, not when he would likely want to be a part of the child’s life somehow. Yet that didn’t make it any easier to reach out for her phone and put in his number. Pressing the ringing device to her ear, the nervous receptionist turned cook began to pace the length of her kitchen. “Gordon,” came a sharp curt reply from the other line as soon as it was picked up.
    “A-ah, uh... I kn-know you don’t want to hear from me right now but...,” she began, her heart trip hammering as she spoke.
    “Damn right I don’t! Do you know what you leaving that night did to me?!” snarled an angry British accent, the harshness of his words making a painful lump form in her throat.
    “Gordon...,” she tried, tears streaming down her face as her hand clenched in her shirt just above her heart.
    “I don’t want to hear that name from your lips ever again! In fact, forget I ever gave you my number. You sure as Hell didn’t give a damn that what you did damaged me beyond any repair,” spat the furious chef before the line went dead, leaving her with what felt like a fissure in her heart.
    Sobbing as she sank to her knees on the tile floor, Jade placed a shaky hand on her still flat stomach. She couldn’t blame him for his anger. He had handed her his heart on a silver platter and, from his perspective, she had thrown it down on the ground with no regard for how it made him feel. The reality was she had simply been unable to watch him leave that morning without breaking and hadn’t wanted to cause him pain as a result. Sniffling as the tears began to flow, the brunette deleted his number from her phone before breaking down entirely.
    Ramsay huffed heavily as he glared at the phone in his hands, as if it was responsible for all the pain he had gone through for the past seven days or so. He had been unable to sleep, unable to eat, unable to even work because of Jade’s decision to leave that night. He had wanted her with him that morning, not only because he wanted to see her one last time but because he had wanted to initiate a relationship with her. It would have been long distance at first but he would have been willing to help her immigrate to his country. He had been looking forward to getting to know her, spending the rest of their lives together, even raising children. She had thrown all that away with a singular, careless action. A fact that still rankled him.
    Still, under the burning fury and hurt, some part of him was curious about what she had called him for. After what she had pulled, she would have to have balls of steel to even think of putting in his number. Yet she hadn’t seemed confidant from the short time they had spoken. In fact, she seemed terrified; making him curious despite himself. What reason could Jade have for calling him and, more importantly, why did that reason scare her? Frown softening as he continued to stare down at the machine in his hand, he felt the strangest urge to call back. To find out what she had wanted in the first place. Shrugging it off, the world class chef pocketed the phone; striding off toward the set of MasterChef while straightening his tie. Whatever was happening was simply no longer his business.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~First Month Blues~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Four weeks of utter hell, that’s what it was. Between crying too hard to get out of bed, she was vomiting her guts out in the morning and feeling genuinely miserable. Thankfully, the Dotellos had been more than understanding; Sophia excusing her from work until she felt better. Still, she felt bad about taking pay when she wasn’t working. She felt even worse about the fact one of her bosses took it upon herself to bring her homemade soup.
    On top of that, she had a slew of doctor appointments. Each one of them ordered a new test, checking everything from her blood pressure to her sugar levels. Thankfully, everything was normal and her child was healthy; making it easier to get through the hellish mornings. For weeks she had been unable to hold down anything solid, the chicken soup Sophia brought her being the only thing she could truly stomach.
    Some days it had been all she could do just to get out of bed, just feeling fed up with being sick as well as alone. Just thinking about it brought on fresh guilt about what she had done that night, not helping in her endeavors just to go to her kitchen to get something to eat. Still, she had managed the strength every day, finding it getting easier each time. Soon she was able to just get up and get the soup that had been left on her table, making her smile at the woman’s kindness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Second Month Hiccup~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Going back to work was a huge weight of her shoulders but the next four weeks hadn’t proved any easier than the last. While the new chef Gordon had brought on was eager to help, Anton still hadn’t let go of the fact that he had been fired. He had apparently taken over her position while she had been gone, much to his parent’s aggravation. Both Sophia and Vigo had tried to get him to leave but he had flat out refused, leaving her with quite a mess on her hands as soon as she opened the kitchen door.
    To say she had been surprised would be a gross understatement. She had been downright floored to see the cocky man had the gall to be there on the day he knew she was returning. It had been then she had called the police, watching as the grown man threw a fit like an overgrown child while being dragged out by four officers. Things only got worse from there, Anton coming back literally everyday just to disrupt service. In the end, it had taken Vigo laying down the law with his nearly thirty year old son; threatening to take out a restraining order against his own blood if he didn’t stop coming in.
    At long last, that had seemed to be enough to make the man back off; finally allowing her to settle into her role. That in and of itself proved to be a challenge as she found herself having to get used to having to move at full blast all the time. With continued advertising, they now had a steady flow of customers for both the Inn and restaurant. The influx of customers forced her to ramp up her energy to compensate, a pace she found hard to keep at first. Thankfully, it hadn’t taken too long for her to fall into the rhythm; barking out orders like a michelin star chef as she cooked. Her similarity to a certain chef wasn’t lost on her and she often smiled a bit bitterly just after chewing out Carlos or one of the new guys.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Third Month Scares~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Somewhere in the middle of her third month, she started to have cramps every so often; scaring the living daylights out of her. As she had rushed herself to the hospital, all manner of horrible things ran through her head and she found herself sorely tempted to call Gordon. Still, after the last time she had tried, she felt a little gun shy. She honestly didn’t think she could handle being screamed at while possibly losing their child. So she had pushed away the urge, despite how scared she was.
    Thankfully nothing had been wrong, she had just been stressing herself out too much. As a consequence, the doctor ordered her to lighten her work hours. At least Sophia and Vigo had been understanding, lightening her load in the kitchen and shifting some of her duties back to the front desk. Within the first day, it was apparent that this had solved her problem; an inner tension she hadn’t known she had disappearing. Overall, she was happier; even whistling in the mornings as the guests came in.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fourth Month Complications~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    The good times weren’t to last, however. As much as she had wanted to see the last of her problems, the results of her latest blood drive proved otherwise. Her antibodies were now attacking the baby, something that hadn’t been caught earlier on. Because of this, she now had to go in for a shot as well as routine check ups every few weeks. If the treatment failed, she could very well miscarry; the very idea scaring her badly. Not only did she already love the little bean growing inside her but it was a part of a man she loved even now.
    Just the fact she would have something to remind her of him gave her comfort on her hardest days, days that were becoming more and more of a common occurrence. Despite her outward strong appearance, she was desperately lonely for Gordon. Even after only knowing the man for two days. In those days it felt like their souls had connected and she had felt very physical pain in heart the day he left. She swore she had even known the hour his plane had taken off, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with sadness at ten a.m. A crippling sorrow that had taken days to lift.
    Sighing as she greeted new guests, Jade glanced down at her still flat tummy. All her wishes wouldn’t undo the hurt she had done by leaving without even a note. Not to mention the fact she was still unintentionally hiding this child’s existence from Gordon. If he ever found out, it would shatter the remote hope of him forgiving her for her initial transgression. Plastering a fake smile on her face, she hoped she could just get through the next few months without completely breaking down.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fifth Month Cravings~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    As she stared down at the horrifying concoction before her, she couldn’t help but laugh at the expression she pictured Gordon having. In the bowl on the table she had put chocolate icecream, dill pickles, crunchy Cheetos, topped it with whipped cream and sprinkled some grated parmesan on it. Such a mixture would have normally made her stomach turn itself in knots. Now she found herself practically drooling as she picked up a spoon to dig in. Before now, she had never put much stock into the stories of how strange the cravings could get.
    Putting the first spoonful into her mouth and finding she liked it made her an instant believer. Shaking her head, she ate the entire thing; washing her hands before pulling on her clothes for work. “If your dad were here, we’d no doubt have him on many a midnight run for us,” Jade sighed, feeling amused despite the vice clamping around her heart. Resting a hand on the gentle dome of her stomach, she grabbed a coat and made her way out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sixth Month Surprise~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    It happened as she was lounged on her couch, watching a movie designed to make her cry with a bowl of popcorn by her side. She was raising her sixth handful to her mouth when she felt something that make the fluffy, buttered kernels fall out of her hand as her heart stuttered. Placing both hands on the still small dome, Jade held her breath as she waited. Sure enough, she felt a small bump against her hands and was immediately overwhelmed with emotion. Tears of happiness clogged her throat as she let out a quiet sob, grinning like a fool as she hugged herself.
    Unfortunately, this sweet moment was soon overshadowed by the fact Gordon had missed it. With what she knew about the chef, he had a surprising soft spot for children and likely wanted some of his own some day. He would have loved to experience this first kick with her, replacing her earlier excitement with a deep sadness as well as guilt. She desperately wanted him here, to be able to call him with the progress of their growing child. Unfortunately, her desperation to not see him leave had made her blind to the consequences. All she could hope was that he wouldn’t came back to their Inn for a check up before she gave birth. If he saw her in this condition she knew he would feel incredibly betrayed and would unlikely be unable to keep from exploding on camera.
    Letting out a watery sigh as she looked down at her swollen womb mournfully, she gave the crest a gentle rub. “Should I try one more time? Try to reason with your daddy?” she whispered, tears still streaming down her cheeks. Her child rolled as if in response to her words, drawing a shaky chuckle from her as she reached for the phone.
    “Alright sweetie, but don’t be surprised if he doesn’t answer,” she sighed, pulling up her call history due to the fact she had deleted his number.
    Able to remember the date perfectly and not really having used the phone much after, Jade was able to pick out the number easily; pressing the green call button before bringing it the device up to her ear. After a few rings, there came a rather sleepy but no less angry voice on the other end. “Jade? Why the Hell are you still trying to call me? Didn’t I make it clear I don’t want to hear from you,” snarled a vitriole she had only seen directed at Hell’s Kitchen contestants. Wincing, she took a slow breath for courage before trying to tell him about their baby.
    “I know but this is important, please,” she whispered.
    “I don’t care what it is! I want you to leave me the fuck alone! If you call again, I will report you to the *bobbies,” snarled his furious baritone before the line went dead and she was left with what remained of her heart.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Seventh Month Successes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Standing behind the red velvet ribbon and helping the Dotellos hold a giant pair of golden scissors, Jade found herself more than stunned this day had come. After a lot of hard work and publicity, they were finally doing well enough to warrant a Grand Reopening. A wiping of the slate if you will. So she was more than honored her bosses had chosen her to help cut the ribbon. While she couldn’t deny all her contributions to this day, the humble receptionist still didn’t think she had done nearly enough to warrant such a high honor.
    Looking out at the waiting crowd as cameras flashed, she felt her heart swell with pride tinged by sadness. This was really Gordon’s victory too and if she hadn’t been such a coward he would have been with her today. Doing her best to hold back the tears that threatened, Jade forced a smile on her face as the huge scissors cut through the ribbon with a ‘snik’; the velvet fabric floating to the ground while confetti and cheers exploded into the air. Then they were all moving inside, the young brunette heading to the kitchen to help with the rush as best she could.
    At seven months pregnant, it was a bit harder for her to move around the kitchen. Due to this, she had moved to expediter while still having the authority to give orders to her staff. All in all, a decision that had benefitted everyone. Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t looking forward to things going back to normal once the baby was born. Granted, she would have to take a few weeks off to recover as well as to let her child get old enough to be in a daycare.
    While she loved her baby, she simply wasn’t willing to give up her career. Not when it was just beginning to take off. It meant she would miss a lot of firsts but it also meant she would be able to support them both as well as make a better future. Yet, she couldn’t help but wish for Gordon. He would be more than willing to take time off to care for their child rather than let some stranger do it, something she would honestly be more comfortable with.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Eighth Month Shock~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    She was well into her eighth month and just about to enter her ninth when she got the shock of her life. Insisting on working until she went into labor, Jade had been handling reception due to the proximity to the phone and had her back turned to the entry when she heard a familiar British baritone greet the chirpy greeter who welcomed guests. Feeling something freeze inside her, the young woman kept her back turned and prayed to the Gods above that he wouldn’t lose his temper when he recognized her. “Ah... yes, I’m glad you’re still here. You’ve always been a loyal worker,” came a baritone from behind, a hint of anger in the tone.
    “Y-yeah. The Dotello’s have always been like family. L-look... I have s-something I’ve been trying to tell you,” she managed, her voice surprisingly even given how intimidated she felt. Watching out of the corner of her eye as the cameraman came in for a side shot, Jade felt a bit amused at the utterly stunned expression that came over his face as he lowered the device for a few seconds.
    “Whatever it is can wait, yeah? I’d like a tour of the place to see how its changed,” came the cold reply, the anger becoming more apparent the longer she kept her back to him.
    Knowing he probably considered her actions the height of rudeness, she was caught at quite a disadvantage and she shot a desperate glance to the man holding the camera. Thankfully, he seemed to possess a heart; giving her a small sign before making a few motions to Gordon. While he was the one with the camera, the chef was the one who called all the shots. If he stopped recording without permission, it could very well be his job. Unfortunately for both of them, the blonde chose to ignore the two of them. “Why aren’t you turning to face me? Are you, perhaps, feeling a bit guilty for what you did? Ashamed to even look me in the eye?” he hissed, keeping his voice pitched low as he made a quick cutting motion across his throat to his underling.
    Giving a relieved nod, Dave switched off the heavy recording device; setting it on the floor before looking from his boss to the receptionist. Unsure of what to do, he once again looked at the woman for any direction she may give him. “I-its not that. Its just that... It has a lot to do with why I tried to contact you. If I turn around... I just don’t think its a good idea until I have a chance to say my piece,” she sighed, giving the man a small shake of her head. As much as she appreciated his concern, she had to get out of this mess on her own. It would only make things worse if he heard it from another person first.
    “Fine but you could at least have the courtesy to look me in the eye when you speak to me,” growled the furious star behind her, making her shiver slightly as goosebumps appeared on her arms. Unfortunately it was also at this point a very faint band of pressure began to bloom in her lower back.
    Eyes going wide as her hands flew to the crest of her stomach, she shot a semi-panicked glance to the cameraman. She wasn’t encouraged when he went pale as well while looking very confused about what he should do. “Th-there’s a good reason for it... I won’t ask you to trust me so I’ll just say it out loud. That last night with me, you left a little something behind. Something I tried to tell you about twice but you made it very clear we couldn’t have a civil conversation. I’m eight months pregnant chef,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she braced for the storm; praying to the Gods above that her labor wasn’t starting right this moment.
    Thankfully, the pressure was fading for the moment as dead silence came from behind her. She could almost feel the waves of fury and disbelief hitting her, making her heart hurt as she felt her last hopes die. He didn’t believe her, she could already tell before he even opened his mouth. “You expect me to believe it’s mine? Before that night happened, I would have believed you but you aren’t the person I thought you were. For all I know, you could have been sleeping with that bugger Anton,” came an accusation she hadn’t entirely expected.
    Flinching as if physically hit, Jade let out a shuddery sigh; turning to face her ex as the band of pressure in the small of her back returned. Putting her professional mask in place, the injured woman gave him her best lowly receptionist smile while the pressure slowly progressed outward from her back to her sides. “Like before, your rooms are complementary Mr. Ramsay. I’m sure you can make your own way up. As you can see, it would be hard for me to assist you in my condition,,” she announced, handing him the keycard as if he hadn’t said something devastatingly hurtful to her. Still, she could help but notice his eyes had landed on her large stomach; his expression morphing between extreme anger and hurt.
    Then he was signaling Dave to continue filming, reaching forward to take the card as he pursed his lips. Without another word, he was heading toward the elevator. It was only when he was gone that she allowed herself to break, sobs pouring out of her as quietly as she could manage as she slid to her knees. Hearing her distress, Rebecca and Beth came from the back to see if everything was okay; swarming around her when they saw her state. Waving them off, Jade sniffled as she tried to control the pain raging through her chest while pressure slowly receded once again. Fairly certain she was now in the early stages of labor, the stressed woman tottered to her feet; reaching for some tissues to wipe her face with. “I’m fine, go back to the kitchen. We’ll have a rush any moment now,” she advised, giving them a smile despite the terror ripping its way through her heart.
    Thankfully the pair left, giving her some time to get herself together. She could very well have hour before she was going to give birth. There was no reason she had to cause a scene during Gordon’s revisit. Besides, it was no doubt expected of her to be his guide, given the fact she had been the one to lead him around last time. All she could really hope was that she was right and she wouldn’t be giving the audience of Hotel Hell a real show. Last thing she wanted was to be known as the first person in the history of the world to give birth live on TV.
    A few minutes later, Gordon was coming back down with Dave in tow. His blonde hair was impeccably brushed, his own professional mask firmly in place as he gave a nod. “Tell me how this place has done while we walk around the kitchen,” he suggested, his eyes cold as they travelled to her belly as if on instinct. It seemed some part of him might believe her, even if he would never admit it. Finding some comfort in that fact, Jade gave him her own nod in response; her pleasant smile in place as she came out from behind the counter to lead the way.
    “We’re almost always full now and our kitchen works better than ever. Unfortunately I had to take a step back from the head chef position temporarily but I’m still in there everyday, making sure they get out the food our customers have come to expect,” she declared, her voice proud and steady despite the fact the pressure was back again. This time it was winding all the way around her lower tummy and she had to struggle to act like nothing was wrong as they continued to the kitchen.
    The sight the chef was greeted to made his jaw drop, all the anger on his wrinkled face leaving for frank astonishment. Every person in the tight room acted like a gear in a well oiled machine, calling out times and making sure to communicate with one another about delays. It was like watching a kitchen that had worked together for decades, not just a matter of months. “Darling... this is just incredible. You managed to do all this while pregnant?” he slipped, his wonder still over riding the hurt he felt.
    “Yes, I wanted to see this place succeed. Like I said before, I love the Dotellos like family and its important to me that they start having a better life,” she whispered, fighting the urge to lean against the wall as the pressure began to grow in to a light cramp that was low in her womb. Things were coming along a lot faster than she had thought they would and she was beginning to wonder if she would have to excuse herself to call an ambulance.
    As much as it mortified her to know that all of the ensuing drama would be caught on camera for everyone to see, Jade knew she wouldn’t have much choice if things continued. Still hoping it was just braxton hicks, she stood back to watch as her former lover wandered the kitchen to observe her small crew. Once he was satisfied, the TV celebrity was giving her an odd look; seeming perplexed about something as he came back to her to continue the tour. “I take it you also handled the advertising campaign,” he stated, seeming to loom over her as his vibrant eyes seemed to search hers for something.
    “Of course. I had to make sure everything would run smoothly,” she responded, letting out a small sigh of relief as the pain slowly ebbed away; leaving only a small spot of pressure in her lower back.
    Something in the overpowering Brit softened and he seemed to sag somewhat as his brow crinkled slightly. Suddenly, he was taking her upper arm; practically dragging her behind him as he made his way to the elevators. The unfortunate camera man behind them got the door closed in his face, the metal cube heading upward at a leisurely pace. Staring at the man next to her as if he had gone insane, Jade did her best to calm the heart racing in her chest; yet another pain washing over her gravid body.
    To make things worse, the agitated chef didn’t say a single word on the way up; merely pulled her to his room. Ushering her inside, he shut and locked the door; running an unsteady hand through his frosted hair as he began to pace. Every so often, his blue eyes would fixate on her jutting tummy; pursing his lips as he made a strange noise while he continued his movement. “Why di’ yae leave tha’ night?” he barked out, his scottish brogue thick as he moved like some caged animal.
    “I... I didn’t want to watch you leave. I wouldn’t have been able to bear it. I wasn’t strong enough not to just break down, making it harder for you to leave,” she explained, staying in place as she watched him.
    “Yae couldnae leave a note?! Somethin’ ta tell where ya’d gone an’ why? The way ya lef’ made mae think...,” he growled, stopping to close his fiery eyes and take a deep breath. When he reopened the blazing orbs, he seemed calmer but no less hurt.
    “You made me feel like I had been lied to. That I really was nothing but a notch on your belt. But... seeing everything you’ve done, are continuing to do... You’re still the caring woman I first assumed you were. Now I find out my own anger almost prevented me from... from seeing my own child,” he continued, falling back into his normal accent as all the fire seemed to bleed out of him. Shaking his head, he ran a hand through his hair again as he seemed torn between staying where he was or rushing to her to feel the new being he had helped create.
    “I never meant for you to feel that way. I didn’t stop to think about anything. I just... I had to get out of there... I’m... I’m so sorry chef. I-I tried to tell you but...,” she whispered, closing her eyes as another pain washed over her, this one much harder to ignore than the rest. The baby inside also seemed to be sitting lower inside her, pressing harder against her pelvis the longer the pains went on.
    Still, she had no time to think about that; Gordon shaking his head as he closed the distance rapidly. A large, burn scarred hand landed on the crest of her stomach, a soft breath leaving him when he felt the hardness of her flesh. “You’re in labor,” he breathed, his voice sounding almost stunned as his eyes met her guilty gaze.
    “J-just the early stages,” she stammered, letting out a gasp as it felt like someone had clamped a vice around her pregnant dome. Gordon only grimaced, pulling out his phone to punch in a number.
    “Yeah, I have a pregnant woman here who appears to be in labor. She’s just about nine months along and a little bit premature,” he growled out, moving the hand on her belly to her lower back so he could steer her to the bed he would be using for the night.
    She was just about to the edge of the mattress when she felt something inside her snap, water pattering onto the floor between her legs in a torrent. Feeling her cheeks heat with a blush as fear stilled her heart, Jade looked up to see her former lover had a horrified expression on his wrinkled face. “Her water just broke,” he announced, his voice a dull deadpan despite the terror blooming in his cerulean orbs. Everything that happened from there happened fairly quickly.
    In a whirl, she found herself on the bed; Gordon returning from the bathroom with a pile of towels. Still holding the phone to his ear, he motioned to her to remove her maternity jeans; spreading a few towels where her butt would rest. Nodding as he listened to the person on the other end, Gordon gave the address of the hotel as well as their room number. Then he was hanging up, all his earlier fear fading for a dead seriousness. “Alright luv, they’re on the way. Just relax for me and try to get comfortable,” he reassured, looking no more worried than he would cooking a five star dish.
    Feeling more than a little confused about where this confidence was coming from, Jade nodded as she moved to do as he had asked; removing the clothes on her lower body in a singular movement. “Take in a deep breath and spread your legs for me. I need to see what’s going on here,” Ramsay demanded, giving her a reassuring smile when she followed his directions without hesitation. After taking a quick look, he was nodding before leaning over her prone body to press a kiss to her clammy forehead.
    “Push on your next pain darling. Our child is eager to see this world,” purred his voice as the next contraction washed over her.
    Giving a nod as apprehension filled her, the laboring reception pushed as hard as she could; Gordon holding her legs for her as he counted. After he reached twelve, she sagged backward; the burn in her womanhood nearly overwhelming as she tried to gather her strength. “Yaer crownin’ lass. Jus’ a bi’ moar naow,” burred a brogue from between her legs as the next wave came relentlessly. Crying out as pain and pressure filled her world, Jade surged forward and pushed, pushed, pushed. Then she felt something come free, filled with a vague relief as she fell backward once again.
    “Gewd gel,” came a husky purr, something turning within her and causing some discomfort. Then the next contraction was coming and she was pushing, gritting her teeth as she felt something large begin to emerge from her opening.
    Giving a strangled yell, Jade gasped when she felt the first shoulder pop free; quickly followed by the other one. Laying back as sweat poured down her strained face, the receptionist fought to catch her breath as her body tingled with anticipation. Something inside her sensed she was almost done and she almost felt giddy from the thought of it. As the final spasm clenched her belly, she pushed with a singular goal;shuddering as she felt her child pulled from her. Falling to the mattress, Jade panted as she lifted her head to watch Gordon rub their blood covered baby with a rough towel.
    Those few seconds of silence were small eternities of horror, each beat of her heart seeming to hurt more the longer they ticked by. Then a shriek was filling the room, drawing a shaky sob of joy from her as she reached out her arms. “A boy,” Gordon announced in a voice thick with emotion, his eyes filled with tears as he gazed down at the screaming boy. Then he was handing the newborn to his mother, sitting on the bed beside her as she guided the babe’s mouth to a milk laden breast. Wincing as she pushed out the afterbirth, Jade gave a tired smile to the man beside her; vaguely aware of sirens approaching from downstairs.
    “Thank you. I’ll have to ask you how you knew what to do some time,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as their child began to eat his first meal.
    “When you live on a farm, you pick up some things. Besides, we have much more important things to discuss. Like when you’re moving to Britain,” he whispered, kissing her temple as a knock came from the door.
    As he moved to open it for the paramedics, she couldn’t help but be astonished at what he had said. Just like that, he was willing to forgive her. Love for the man welling up inside her, she began to cry happy tears while the medics loaded her and her newborn onto a stretcher before taking her out. Gordon followed close behind, his eyes never leaving the pair as the cameraman finally caught up to them. Ramsay, not missing a beat, grinned into the device. “Met my new son and my future wife,” he announced before they were leaving Dave behind and no doubt baffling millions of viewers.

The End

*Bobbies: British slang for cops
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