The Yogscast affair

Peed myself.

Hannah rubbed her forehead. "Lewis can you help me to the bathroom? I feel like I've already peed myself." She said, reaching out her left hand.

Lewis chuckled slightly, grasping her hand and pulling her up slightly. "Wow, that's alot Hannah."

"Lewis! Jesus Christ I never intended for you to see my bloody pee so help me stand up!"

For a moment, Lewis stood froze staring at the puddle.

The fuck is he doing? This is disgusting and inappropriate. Hannah thought, almost snapping at him.

"Hannah, that's not pee..."

Hours of Hannah in agonising labour passed but it seemed like mere minutes. It wasn't soon before she couldn't hold in her screams. She may be a strong woman but this was a BABY being pushed out of her... ouch.

"Lewis fucking leave!"

"I'm sorry! It's all going to fast!"

"LEAVE!" Hannah cried, screwing up her face as another wave of pain washed over her.

It was time.

Hannah's mother, Amber stood by her side, dabbing her forehead and clutching her hand. Overwhelmed with hormones, she begged for Lewis to leave, she didn't want him seeing her like that!

Lewis slumped into one of the chairs outside of the room in the pristine hallways. Screams of multiple women echoed throughout the hallways. However, Lewis could only hear Hannah's. His beautiful, forgiving girlfriend in horrific pain and he could do nothing except wait.

His palms were sweaty, he couldn't help tapping his right foot on the floor and flinching everytime he heard her cry.

"Hey dude." A confident voice said from afar.

Reluctantly, Lewis lifted his head and gazed across the room. An older man dressed in baggy, assumed hurriedly put on clothes with a sympathetic smile was looking at him. He quickly forced a smile to acknowledge him.

"The lady kicked ya' out? Labour I'm guessin'?" He spoke, chuckling to himself slightly and rolling his eyes slightly.

"Uh, yeah." Lewis mumbled, swallowing hard.

"Ah, same for me. I know the feelin'. Which room?"

At that moment, Hannah screamed again, sending another chill down Lewis' spine. The noise drew the man's attention to the nearby room Hannah was in.

Lewis laughed slightly, obviously nervous. "That one."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Fair enough. If you want a guy to talk to during this," He pointed to himself. "Anytime. The name's Wilson, Donald Wilson." He smiled, outstretching his hands and letting Lewis gingerly shake it.

"Um, Lewis." He muttered, taking back his sweaty hand. "Brindley." He quickly added.

"A little sweaty there mate, first time I'm guessing?"

Lewis nodded, turning his gaze to a relieved nurse who was currently running towards the area. Breathing heavily, she turned to Donald.

"Donald Wilson, Matilda is out of labour. Come meet your new baby girl." She panted, quickly turning around and walking off.

Immediately, he teared up with a proud smile and rushed after her. "Good luck Brindley!" He called, turning the corner.

God, I hope Hannah is okay. I hope this baby is. We don't even know the gender, the size, how long gone exactly or anything... That's it. I'm not gonna be like Donald, I'm going in there. He thought, rubbing his forehead. Confidently, he stood to his feet, his legs feeling like jelly. He strode up to the door and swang it open.

"Hannah! I'm here to st-"

"FUCK OFF YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She screamed, grasping her mother's hand.

"Okay." He quickly added, turning right back around and closing the door. He was NOT going to mess with Hannah Rutherford.

Hm, since when did they use so many bright red maternity towels for childbirth?