We're Not Friends: Bowie's Story- H.S. Fanfic

Harley's Birth

Bowie: 21
Morgan: 21, 39 weeks, 5 days pregnant

September 19 2037

3:34 am

"You okay,"Bowie whispers raising his head groggily to try and make out Morgan's figure in the darkness of the bedroom.

"Mhmm,"Morgan nods, standing by the bed, pressing her fists into her lower back and looking at the ceiling. "I'm having contractions."

"What?"Bowie exclaims, waking up completely and sitting up to blink at her, "Morg, what? For how long?"

"3 hours,"Morgan pinches out as she continues to breathe through the contraction.

"3 hours!"Bowie bugs his eyes out at Morgan and turns on the lamp on his nightstand so he can look at her. Her face is pinched up in a grimace as she rubs a hand down her stomach. "Morgy, why didn't you wake me up?"

"Because I'm okay,"Morgan assures him blowing out a breath as the contraction ends and smiling over at him, "I'm doing just fine. I was gonna let you sleep till I need to go to the hospital."

"Baby no, I wanna help you,"Bowie frowns watching as Morgan crosses the room to get to his side of the bed cupping his cheek in her hand and rubbing her thumb over the skin.

"I'm okay, I promise,"Morgan grins leaning down to gently kiss his forehead, "you just go to sleep and I'm gonna run a bath. I promise I'll get you as soon as I'm ready to go to the hospital."

"You don't need me?"Bowie questions, looking up at Morgan with bleary eyes, "not even a hand hold or something? I can rub your back?"

Morgan giggles and pats a hand on his stomach, "I'm okay. I do better being left alone when I'm in pain."

Bowie nods, he knows that. She's not one to like being talked to or touched when she's in pain so this is what he was expecting. He's learned over the 19 years of knowing Morgan that she is a silent sufferer and doesn't like for people to know she's in pain.

"Is it hurting bad?"he questions interlocking his hand in hers and squeezing it gently, "you can tell me."

"It's really not that bad,"Morgan replies kissing his knuckles and ruffling his black hair that's laying against the pillow. She leans down and presses a gentle kiss to his chapped lips, his hand falling to the side of her taunt bump and giving it a gentle rub. "I'll call for you if I need you, yeah?"

Bowie nods and watches as Morgan waddles into the bathroom, the sound of the tub filling soon following.

He shuffles out of bed and goes to the kitchen because he can't stand to be in their bedroom right now. He's so close to her that he can hear her whimpering loud and clear, but she won't let him near her and it's eating him alive.

"Bow, it's 4 in the morning why are you-"

"Darce, Morgan's in labor,"Bowie rushes out as he braces himself against the kitchen counter.

"Okay, yay alright! Are you heading to the hospital?"Darcy asks trying to whisper as quietly as possible so she doesn't wake up a sleeping Josh next to her in the bed.

"No, no, that's why I called you, she won't let me take her to the hospital. She's in the bath and she won't let me hold her hand or even be with her. She keeps insisting that she doesn't need to go to the hospital yet but—"

"Bowie, calm down,"Darcy smiles at her brother's concern. He's talking a mile a minute and she can barely understand him. "Lovey, if she says she's okay, she's okay. She knows what she's feeling and she'll know when it's time to head in."