What’s accurate in this portrayal As agony began to crescendo through Lara’s swollen abdomen, she rested a hand in the small of back to relieve some of the tension. As he silhouette melding with Liam’s she leant against his chest, she released a gentle moan not of pain but of effort and exertion. “Breath, take your time” he muttered as she sent her next breath down to her baby, a lifeline in the wave of pressure that spread through her hips.

“the doc said we don’t need to go back to the hospital till things start picking up, how are you feeling?” As Lara placed a hand firmly over her hipbone , she breathed “they’re manageable… I wanna…work through them here a little longer” .her flushed cheeks shone with warmth as the pressure started to build deep in her pelvis and she closed her eyes, finding her centre in the storm of sensations that crashed over her.

As an hour seemed to trickle past, which Lara’s moans of sheer effort mingling with each measured breath , her grip on Liam’s bicep intensified . “Baby, do you wanna head for the car? We’ll take each contraction at a time, I’m right here..” he reassured as she whispered breathlessly as beads of sweat, a visible testament to her her work formed across her brow. “Yeah, they’re.. getting intense , Li’” . As he supported her abdomen as she rose from the bed, she steadied herself on the wall. “That’s it, just breathe and we’ll walk between contractions, you’ve got this” he said as he held her from behind. 

As Lara breathed out the twinges of her latest contraction, she nodded as the blissful reprieve washed over her. She took a step , as her a Liam slowly reached their car and he eased her inside . “Liam , sinking into the driver seat, found Lara’s hand on the gearstick. While her fingers clenched his, her laboured breaths filling the air , he rubbed a thumb over her knuckles. “I’m sorry about the traction, the drive will be over before you know it, you’re doing so well baby” he said as he hit the highway, a blur of lights timing her gentle moans

As the car pulled into the parking lot , Liam gazed at  her with a firm nod, “one sec -“ As he opened her door and slid an arm around her waist his voice was low in the noise of the ambulances that came and went. “It’s alright, they can bring a wheelchair or do you wanna walk through it? One contraction at a time ?”  Lara hauled herself into his arm, wrapping her hands around his back. “I think the movement will..help,  I’m going to ..mmm..take my time .” As Liam coursed a steady palm down her spine he assured her. “If you need it , I can flag you a wheelchair, but yeah, moving will help-we’ve got this-“ Lara’s breath hitched as she smiled through another wave peaking through her core “it’s gonna take a while -and the air is so - “ Her voice was stolen as she breathed through the steel band that gripped her waist as she rocked her hips into Liam’s side. 
As the cold glass doors slid hours, the air con blasting on her heated skin, she leaned back weakly on Liam’s abdomen “I think…I could use that wheelchair now Li’” He held her against his chest as he called out to a passing warden, who offered her a seat and she sank down panting. Liam, steering her to the front desk , was greeted by a waiting nurse . “Ah, Mrs Weston, you were just one centimetre along a few hours ago.. how are the contractions coming along now? Still talking through them?” As Lara’s hands gripped the armrest, and Liam signed a form , she managed “we haven’t been timing them..I -mmm-one sec” . her hand reached for Liam’s shirt , and her fingers twisted through his sleeve as he finished her sentence “She didn’t want to focus on progress . Just been taking them as they come. “ His hand interlaced with hers as her grip relaxed and she panted out “ They’re needing more of my attention-ooh boy” .