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Day 9: At the same time, I wanna hug you, I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
Prompt: 11 minutes away
Where was Fugo?! Where the fuck was he?!
That's what Narancia thought as tears rolled down her cheeks and she squeezed Bucciarati's hand until it was purple from the pressure she exerted. She regretted having to make him her victim, but it was necessary to endure the pain that those contractions were causing her, if Fugo was by her side, this wouldn't be happening.
"He's on his way. I just talked to him, he'll be here in eleven minutes, he swears it," Mista answered, trying to relax the woman, but it was in vain, he could swear that, by the look on his friend's face, she was nothing away from committing a homicide.
"I want that son of a bitch here right now!" Her voice echoed in the walls of the room. Everyone present was startled, but they continued their attempts to keep the situation at bay.
"Narancia, calm down please, this is bad for the baby…"
"Shut the fuck up, you don't have this thing inside!" Trish shrugged her shoulders and could only show an “I was just saying” expression as she went back through the bag they had in that hospital room.
"Look, brat, he's going to arrive soon. Calm down and just focus on the contractions." Abbacchio, who was trying to be the calmest, stood by Bucciarati's side in order to relieve him of his position, but it seemed impossible since the girl refused to let go of him and just squeezed that hand harder.
"My God! I hate him, how can he be late just today, when he's been a fucking punctuality freak all his life?" Again more crying, but it's what she could do as she tried to contain the pain of the contractions that were getting worse.
"Look, it shouldn't take him long, just give him some time, we're all here for any emergency."
"I'm going to divorce him if he dares to miss the birth of his daughter!"
Fugo gripped the steering wheel of the car with the greatest helplessness he had ever felt in his life. And not to mention the anger, he would break the window of the driver who stopped the traffic just to screw up his day.
However, to his bad luck, he knew couldn't get into trouble, that would only delay his arrival at the hospital.
He felt terrible, how is it possible that he is only minutes away from missing his daughter's special day and leaving Narancia alone? He knew that he shouldn't have agreed to work that day, he shouldn't have been that stupid.
Now he was stuck in that filthy traffic, and the phone kept ringing every minute, courtesy of his friends who, unlike him, did plan to be on time for Narancia.
He wouldn't deserve her forgiveness if he didn't arrive on time and he knew itd.
“Excuse me sir, could you by any chance lend me your cell phone? I lost sight of my friends and would like to call them,” said a young girl with green hair and two bright bows, riding a motorcycle with a child hugging her back.
"Can't you see I'm busy?" Fugo answered almost barking, he wasn't there to help anyone, least of all an annoying teenager.
"Yes, of course, it shows... in this traffic."
"Look girl, could you go-" It was there that his mind made a connection, an exit that could make it easier for him to arrive on time. "Does that thing have fuel?"
After apologizing several times for his haughty behavior and begging her to help him, Fugo exchanged places with the young woman and left her his number to coordinate the return of the motorcycle. He was grateful that she seemed willing to help, and luckily she hadn't taken his actions so badly, at least after knowing the urgency he was going through.
Putting on his safety helmet, he tried to remember the brief motorcycling lessons he had when he first started dating Narancia.
He hoped he remembered them well.
"Jolyne, I think we should have told him the motorcycle was stolen, won't that get him in trouble?" mentioned the little boy who accompanied her, after putting on his seat belt.
"He'll have more if it doesn't arrive on time," the green-haired girl smiled as she leaned back in the soft seats of the family car that she had to protect.
Fugo ran off the motorcycle, his appearance was more than deplorable for a man who was supposed to be one of the main lawyers of the well-known Dio Brando's Buffet, but that didn't matter at that moment.
"Narancia Ghirga’s room, now!" he yelled at the poor nurse who was sitting in the hospital entrance.
“Fugo!” Mista called out to him from the stairs, visibly agitated. Apparently he had been standing guard until he arrived. "Narancia got a room a couple of minutes ago, she's on the third floor. Hurry up, they're waiting for you! Abbacchio has tried to delay them as much as possible."
Making a gesture of understanding, the blond ran as fast as his legs would let him, dodging anyone who crossed his path. It wasn't until he saw the rest of his friends that he knew where it was happening.
"Quick, she just got in." Bucciarati seemed to have his hand wrapped in bandages, despite this, he helped his friend to put on the protective gown.
"Oh my God I'm going to be a father," Pannacotta said anxiously. Suddenly he had just realized the reality of the situation, how the time had finally come.
"Fugo, shut up and get in!" Abbacchio ordered reluctantly, pushing the boy to the door.
"I’m gonna be a dad." All those present rolled their eyes more annoyed than understanding in those moments.
“Get in, damn it!” Giorno yelled, pulling Fugo into the waiting room.
In a hospital bed, there was the beautiful figure of Narancia, who delicately held in her arms a tiny being wrapped in a blanket.
"I can't believe it, she's so small... so pretty." the dark-haired cried while her eyes sought comfort from her husband.
"I still can't believe we did something so adorable." Fugo laughed nervously as he stroked the girl's hair. "Narancia?"
"Yes?" Narancia turned her tear-stained face to see the other. Pannacotta's heart squeezed seeing her like this, so beautiful and excited. He found it somewhat funny and almost ironic that just a few hours ago she was threatening to kill him.
"I'm sorry I almost missed this, I know you needed me and I should have been more careful with my time. I'm an idiot..."
"Yes you were an idiot." the atmosphere was calm, happy, and familiar. Narancia couldn't help but smile. "But the important thing is that you arrived on time." Wiping away those drops with the back of her hand, she turned her full attention to the little creature nestled on her chest. "I can't believe she's so calm."
"Wait for her to wake up and you'll be the first to say that he's the same as both of us."
“If we talk about similarities, this girl is a copy of you. By the way, you don't know how demanding she was in the last few hours…”
"Oh yeah? I thought that was something she got from you.”
"You're an Idiot." Bringing her face closer to the blonde's, Narancia gave her husband a soft but quick kiss on the lips before being interrupted by the tumult of friends they had.
“I want to be the first to see her!” Mista shouted, approaching the couple with a giant bear.
"Shut up, you're going to wake her up." Trish whispered, zapping the boy and taking the lead.
Yes, that girl was going to grow up with a huge family, there was nothing more that Fugo and Narancia could ask for.
Well…
“Narancia… I want another…”