Settle Down

Chapter 11: A PowerPoint, really?

Morgan called outside the door for more nurses as soon as he heard what you said. Soon 3 women are rushing into the room, one of them clad with a wheelchair. You look at Morgan as they begin to load you in the chair.

"Derek, call Garcia and tell her to come with my emergency birth bag, then call Dr. Lizzie and tell her the baby is coming-AHHHHH!" You screamed as you were being wheeled out. Contractions, as they turn out, are the worst feeling ever.

Garcia is barging into your hospital room not long after that baby bag in tow. You kept an extra one at her place just in case you went into labor when the team was out on a case. "I drove just about 90 mph to get here. How are you feeling, mama bear?"

"Like Satan himself is putting me on a spit roast." You grunt through clenched teeth.

"Think of the bright side you're about to give birth to the cutest, most intelligent baby." Garcia says. "Plus Dr. Liz told me I need to keep you calm so let's do your breathing exercises." Garcia starts huffing in syncopated time in order to get you to follow. You scream in her face. "Ok, so maybe not."

"Who's ready to have a baby?" Dr. Liz says, in a joyous tone as she sweeps into the room. "Let's take a look at you."

"Thank god! Lizzie, I need epidural. Shoot me up, Doc." You groan from the pain.

"So someone is a little more eager to meet the world than we thought. It's too late to safely administer epidural. You're going to have to go natural, kid."

You look at her wide eyed. "WHAT?!" You shake your head. "I-I can't."

"You can, Y/N." Penelope says. "You can squeeze me as hard as you can."

Tears start to fall from your eyes from the combination of pain and loneliness you felt. "I can't do this, I need-I need Spencer."

You hear the door opening. Spencer walked in pushing an IV still attached to his arm, other one draped around Derek's shoulder as he helped him walk in. Once Spencer was next to you and leaned against the wall, Derek and Penelope stepped back to give you and Spencer privacy in your moment.

"Alright, you're crowning. It's time to push so next time you have a contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can." Dr. Liz says, you nod. Spencer is pushing some of your sweat matted hair out of your forehead.

"What are you doing? You're supposed to be in bed."

"I told you I'd be here for you, for this." He says, grabbing your hand letting you squeeze around his palm. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Spencer, I–AHHHHH!" You say, pushing. Your hand tightly squeezes around Spencer's who despite how rough you must look right now is looking at you with the utmost awe and admiration. Dr. Liz gives you some words of encouragement as you breathe waiting for the next contraction.

"You don't have to say it, I know, Y/N. I know." He says, hand running through your hair.

"No, I need to say it. Spencer, I'm so in love with you. I love you so much, I'm sorry I kept hurting you but I need you. I love you–AHHHH!! I take it back, I hate you! I fucking hate you for doing this to me!"

Spencer kisses the hand you're squeezing. "I love you too, Y/N/N. And I know you don't mean that. It's actually fairly common for all mammals giving birth to feel disdain towards their partne–"

"SHUT UP!" You yell as you push. "I usually love your facts but right now, shut the fuck up!"

"You're doing great, mom. Just one more." You hear Dr. Liz shout over your screams.