The story [F.W.]

Chapter Fifteen

I'm going to warn you now, this one is quite the roller coaster.

Y/n sighs as she continues to tidy up our kitchen.
"Are you okay love?" I asked her.
"I'm fine."
I know y/n more than she knows herself, and I can tell that she's not fine.
"Baby I know something's wrong tell me what's the matter." I say, walking up to her.
"Maybe it's just that I feel like I do all the work around here and I never seem to get any help."
"I'm sorry?!"
"You heard me."
"Y/n, don't forget that I'm the one who makes all the money here. I'm the one putting in the work not you. I go out and act my ass off every day so we can afford food and a roof over our heads, you never even leave this apartment y/n."
"I don't leave the apartment because I'm stuck here, cleaning up after you, making food for us to eat, washing all of your dishes, doing all of your laundry, and oh I don't know, carrying your fucking child?! Don't you fucking dare say I don't do things for us, because if it weren't for me, you'd be living in a fucking pigsty. Trust me."
And with that she threw down her rag and stormed off into our bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
I sat down on the couch and held my head in my hands, thinking about what just happened.
After a few minutes I realized how inconsiderate my words were. I might make the money, but I have to admit that y/n puts in so much hard work also. And while pregnant.
I got up and knocked gently on our bedroom door,
"Can I come in love?" I asked with a soft tone, making sure she knew I wasn't mad at her. I had no reason to be anyway.
After about a second with no response, the door opened, and standing in front of me there was a crying y/n. I cant stand when she crys, especially if it's my doing.
"Baby..." I whisper, pulling her into my chest and holding her head as tears flowed down her face.
"I'm sorry." She cried.
"Please don't be sorry my love, I'm the one who should be sorry, I was so fucking stupid and I was only thinking about myself. I cant even begin to imagine what you go through when I'm not here, and I'm so grateful for everything that you do, for me, yourself, and our baby."
"Thank you Finn, I love you."
"I love you too baby, so do you accept my apology?"
"Of course I do, I just-"
And then all of the sudden, there was liquid everywhere, soaking y/n's pants and the sheets.
"Holy fucking shit, Finn we gotta go to the hospital."
"Wha-"
"My water just fucking broke, let's go!"
"Oh fuck! Okay uhmmm... you go get changed, I'll uhm... get shit ready."

After what seemed like forever, we were in the hospital.
"Okay I'm gonna have you start pushing in just a minute here." The doctor told y/n.
She took a deep breath, "I'm scared." She told me.
"I know you are sweetheart, you'll be okay."
"Okay you can go ahead and begin pushing." Said the doctor.
I held y/n's hand and not long after felt a tight squeeze.
After a few minutes y/n throws her head back in pain, "I don't think I can do this." She says, out of breath.
"I need you to push again for me ma'am." The doctor tells her.
"You're doing great my love, keep going." I tell her.
Y/n takes a deep breath and pushes once more, squeezing my hand even harder than before.

After about 45 minutes of screaming, crying, yelling at literally everyone in the room, y/n had finally delivered our baby girl.

"I'm so proud of you my love." I told my wife, holding our newborn daughter.
"What do you think we should name her?" She asks me.
"Hmmm... how about Daphne?"
"Daphne..." she whispers, looking down at our daughter, "I like that."
"I'm so excited to finally start this new life with you."
"I could say the same."