Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Labor

"I HATE YOU (Y/N)!" Emma shouted as she gripped my hand tight. I tried not to wince in pain, as she's in much more of it as I am. Childbirth sounds like it hurts. I just nodded along, hoping this would be over soon. "You can do this. It's almost over." I said, hoping she would feel better. It didn't work.

"YOU ARENT THE ONE GIVING BIRTH! YOU DON'T GET TO TALK!" Emma shouted, glaring at me. I shut my mouth and decided to just let her do her thing, even if it meant yelling at me. The nurses just kept telling her to keep pushing, and she gave them death glares.

If looks could kill, they'd be six feet under.

Emma held my hand again and squeezed it harder than the last time. I think my hand was turning purple, but I was not going to tell her that. I kissed the top of her head, in hopes of making her feel better. "You've got this Em." I said, this time she just glared at me instead of saying anything. I still got the message and shut my mouth again. She groaned in pain again and shouted at me.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU DID THIS TO ME!" she shouted, glaring at me. "Takes two to tango Em." I said under my breath, not realizing she heard me. She slapped my arm and glared at me. "SHUT UP (Y/N)! YOU ARENT MAKING THIS ANY BETTER!" she yelled at me. I knew she was just in pain; I wasn't taking any of this to heart. Finally, after another half hour of yelling at me, she slumped back into the bed and a cry rang throughout the small room.

"It's a boy!" the doctor shouted. I looked at Emma, who looked completely relieved, with a huge smile on her face as sweat dripped down her forehead. I kissed her cheek as the baby was placed on her chest. I just sat there, taking it all in while Emma held the baby close to her, "Hi baby..." she whispered, looking lovingly at the baby resting in her arms. I had like a real family now.

Eventually, the doctors took the baby to make sure he was healthy and stuff. "I knew you could do it Em. Told you so." I said, before kissing her. We pulled apart and she smiled at me. "I know. Sorry for yelling at you." She said, looking over towards the doctors checking over the baby, her secretly wanting the baby to be back in her arms where he would be safest in her opinion. "It's alright. I know you didn't mean it. You were in pain. I get it." I said, sitting down on the chair next to her bed as she held the baby close to her again, the doctors had given him back to her, saying he was healthy, but just born a bit too early and is smaller than most babies. We spent the rest of the day as a family, with smiles that wouldn't be going away anytime soon.