Toronto Blue Jays Imagines

Bo Bichette - Newest Addition

A/N: This was requested by LovesickHeroReader as a part 2 for 'Little One'

You waddled your way into your living room with a glass of water just as the commercial break for the Blue Jays ended. You smiled, knowing it was Bo's turn up to hit. Awkwardly, you sank down into the couch cushions, sighing as you lifted your feet onto the coffee table.

"What do you think, little one? Think your daddy's going to get a hit?" you asked your swollen stomach, gently rubbing just below your belly button.

Your baby kicked in response, making you smile.

"Pretty soon you'll get to see your daddy play in person," you said, eyes watching your husband on the TV screen as he made his way to the plate. You placed your water on the table and sighed, wishing you were able to see Bo play in person tonight. Even though the Blue Jays were in Toronto, you were just too pregnant to go to the game. Your due date was a few days ago, so you were ready to pop at any moment.

Bo swung and missed at the first pitch.

"Patience, babe," you murmured, as if he could hear you.

Bo had been struggling at the plate for the past few weeks. You knew he was too anxious and focused on you to properly focus on the game. You hated that you were the reason for his struggles, but he'd assured you several times that it wasn't your fault. Still, watching him swing and miss at another ball made your eyes water. Damn hormones.

On the next pitch, Bo swung again. And he hit it deep into the left corner of the ball diamond, allowing him to reach second.

You let out an excited squeal and jumped to your feet, pumping your fists in the air. "Yes! That's my husband!" you shouted to your empty house.

The baby kicked again, this time hard.

You hissed and placed a hand onto your belly. "Ohh, okay, you're right, too much excitement."

But then the pain of the kick didn't go away.

Your brow furrowed. "Okay, buddy, you good?"

The pain dissipated after a few moments and you sighed, taking a seat again. "I promise not to get too excited again if you'll promise the same," you said down to your stomach.

The baby did not listen.

The next inning and a half went by well for the Blue Jays: Bo had been driven home by Teoscar, giving the Blue Jays a 4-2 lead, and then the other team left a man on base and hadn't added to their score.

Now, as the third inning started, a dull pain radiated through your lower abdomen. Grimacing, you said, "This better not be what I think it is."

Though you knew it was. You started a timer on your phone, making note of how long it lasted. It didn't last long, and then you started the timer again. You tried to focus on the game, but it was hard to do so when you knew you were in the early stages of labour.

You had mild contractions every fifteen minutes or so for the next several innings. But with the bottom of the seventh inning starting, your contractions were getting closer apart and were becoming more intense.

You stood up and took in a slow breath, hands on the backs of your hips. "Okay, you're going to let your daddy finish the game, right?"

The baby answered a few moments later, a strong contraction rippling through you. You swore, clutching your side. "Okay, that would be a no."

You picked up your phone and stopped the timer. You made a mental note of how long apart your contractions had been—about ten minutes—then called the phone number you were given for this exact moment.