Minecraft Mental institution

PoochM Baby

Nooch POV

Two weeks after the reunion Preston went into labor. It was terrifying. We were running to the hospital at 3:30 in the morning. Thank notch I was awake studying!

They had my love prepped for the C-section and I was pacing in the waiting room. I couldn't be present in the room because I really didn't want to see that happen. So I dialed up Woofless phone.

"Hello?" He mumbled tiredly.

"Rob wake up! Preston's Having the baby!" I said cheerily into the phone. That woke him up quickly.

"What? Really? He's not due for another three weeks! We'll be there as soon as possible. Lachlan wake up!" I laughed.

"Hurry man. I want you guys to be here for it." I said then hung up and dialed Noah. The god father of the baby; as we had decided on.

"Yes my dear Nooch?" He answered. He was still awake probably studying or online.

"Prestons in labor!" I said excitedly. I heard him drop something and scramble to catch it.

"What? Seriously? Shit man what hospital are you at?"

"The one on Fifteenth street."

"I'll be there in about an hour with Gabe. I wanna hold my godson!" I clicked the phone off and I shoved it in my pocket.

***30 minutes later***

The pacing was beginning. Every possible bad scenario had run threw my head atleast twice. What if something went wrong? What if Preston died? What if the baby died? What if I lost them both?

Suddenly I felt someone lift me up from behind in a hug followed by laughter. Finally Lachlan and Rob were here.

"Hey Nooch how you holding up?" I smiled nervously as he put me down. I turned to face him.

"I'm nervous man. What if something goes wrong?" I said biting the inside my cheek. He patted my good shoulder.

"Trust me man everything's gonna go alright. How longs he been in there?" I checked the watch on my wrist.

"Only half an hour. They don't know how long it'll be. I've already called Noah..he and Gabe are on the way." I explained going back to pacing.

"I'm still salty that you picked him to the Godfather over me" Lachlan said tiredly before reaching out and grabbing my sleeve, "Stop pacing, sit down." I let out a breathe and sat down on the uncomfortable waiting room chair.

I bounced my leg nervously ignoring the strange looks that I got when people saw a half robot person in the waiting room on the Maternal floor of the hospital.

"So you and Lachlan ever plan on having kids?" I asked Rob just to break the silence between us that had been going on for far too long. He shrugged.

"We've thought about it, but finishing raising you and Preston was enough." He snickered.

"We want to adopt a teenager" Lachlan cut in, "Just so we don't have to go threw the baby phase and well teens are hardly ever adopted." That was most defiantly true.

"Well best of luck to you guys on that." I said standing up and stretching. Noah appeared threw the doorway with a very sleepy looking Gabe on his tail.

"There's the soon to be baby daddy!" Noah cheered walking up to me and slapping me on the shoulder. "You excited man? How longs he been in?"

"More nervous than anything. He's been in almost an hour now. How long does a C-Section take anyways?" I started pacing again.

"I'm sure Preston and the baby are gonna be okay. You guys got a name yet?" I felt a smile grow on my face.

"Kensworth, Kenny for short. After one of Preston's best friends who isn't around anymore." Noah smiled.

"So Kensworth Arsement?" I nodded grinning ear to ear at how perfect that sounded. "Sounds beautiful."
((DOES ANYONE KNOW NOOCHS LAST NAME?))

I pushed away all the bad thoughts and closed my eyes thinking. How soon enough I'd be holding that little baby boy in my arms. Would he look like me? Or Preston? If he had Preston's eyes and my hair that would be amazing.

We would get to watch him grow up and learn to walk and talk. Teach how to play video games and make YouTube videos. God it would be so much fun.

"Matthew Arsement?" My head shot up and eyes flashed open. A doctor approached me with a small smile on his face.

"T-that's me." I answered shakily, "Are they okay?"

"Both of them are perfectly alright. Congratulations on a perfectly healthy baby boy." The doctor said, I felt tears begin to drip down one side of my face, "Room 22."

I wasted no time racing down the hallways until I found the door. The others right behind me. I stared at the closed door and let my hand hover over the handle.

This was going to be the first moment I ever saw my son.

I pushed open the door and held my breathe. Preston was laying on the hospital bed holding our son, he had tears stained on his cheek but he was smiling.

"Preston?" I called softly. He raised his head and motioned me over. I smiled and sat quietly next to him on the bed.

"Meet our son. Kenny." I moved closer and gently pulled the blanket aside to see his face.

He was beautiful. Those perfect milk chocolate brown eyes and small little black curls. He stared up at me.

"Hey buddy." I coo'd softly, "I'm your other daddy."

I could have stared at my son for the rest of my life. He was perfection. I couldn't believe that the next 18 years I'd get to spend watching him grow up.

He may have only been in the world for a few minutes but I knew one thing.

I loved my son.