*Eight Months Later*
Things were going strong for the Styles families: Harry & Louis recently got married and Edward & Wendy were expecting their little one any day. They decided to wait until the birth to find out if they were having a boy or a girl; Wendy thought finding out too early may be a curse. She was still paranoid about miscarrying this one, but so far, so good. They decorated their nursery in universal colors; they didn’t want to decorate it blue and have a girl, or vice-versa.
Wendy was in the kitchen, about to prepare some lunch, when she felt the first small contraction hit. “Ooo.”
“Babe?” Edward called from the living room. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Wendy said. “Just felt a little contraction, that’s all.”
“Should we go to the hospital?” Edward called, concerned.
“Nah, not yet,” Wendy said. “I’ll tell you if I have to, okay?”
“Okay,” Edward said.
Wendy was about to put some sandwiches together when she felt it: That familiar, wet warmth on the front of her pants. “Eddie?”
“Yeah?” he asked, coming into the kitchen. He saw Wendy’s pants and looked at her, puzzled. “Did you just spill water on yourself or something?”
“No,” Wendy said, then yelled as a strong contraction hit. “It’s my water. It broke.”
“It’s time?” Edward asked, his eyes growing wide.
“It’s time,” Wendy said, smiling a little despite the pain. “We gotta hurry.”
“Let me call mum, Harry & Louis,” Edward said, punching in the numbers into his phone. “Hold my hand, babe. Squeeze when you have to.”
Wendy nodded as they sat on the couch. Edward hastily explained what was going on and they agreed to meet Wendy at the hospital. Sophia was working today and Daniel was watching their little daughter, Annabelle. Edward decided to call him, too, as they headed out to the car.
“Danny!” Edward said as he started driving quickly for the hospital.
“Eddie!” Daniel cried happily. “What’s going on?”
“Wendy’s in labor!” Edward said, a smile on his face. “I’m going to be a father, officially!”
“CONGRATS!” Daniel yelled happily. “Do you want me to come on down?”
“Nah, you stay home with your daughter,” Edward said. “I’ll call you when she has it and let you know what we have.”
“You’d better, sexy pants,” Daniel said with a chuckle.
“Mmm, you’d better believe it, hot stuff,” Edward said with a laugh. “Talk soon.”
They hung up and Wendy started screaming in pain. “Motherfucking hell, this hurts so damn bad.”
“Here,” Edward said gently, giving Wendy his hand again. “Squeeze. Breathe with me, okay?”
Edward did the breathing and Wendy mimicked. It was starting to help a little. “You know, this is deja vu.”
“What do you mean?” Edward asked.
“This is what happened when Harry took me into the hospital with Isabella,” Wendy gasped. “Only the differences this time are: I’m full-term, there’s no blood, and the breathing exercises are helping this time.”
“That’s good, right?” Edward asked.
“VERY good,” Wendy gasped, screaming again. “The contractions are starting to get closer together. I must be almost fully dilated if I’m not already. Hurry, Eddie. Hurry!”
