Emma Watson Oneshots and Imagines Book Three

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Emma was at home sat in bed when she felt the need to pee. She got up bit halfway through she felt water leaking down her leg. That's when it hit her, she was going into labor. Her first reaction was to call (Y/n) and tell him the baby was coming, since he wouldn't want to miss his first child's birth.

"Emma? What's up? How's the baby?" (Y/n) asked, and Emma held in a scream. "Listen (Y/n), you need to get back here now. The baby is coming right now!" She explained, and (Y/n) stayed quiet for a second. "Shit. Okay, I'll book a flight, right now. I'll be there as fast as I can Em, I promise I'm not going to miss this." He rambled, and Emma was quickly getting fed up.

"That's great, but I need to get to the hospital! I refuse to have this baby in our bedroom, and I'm also not having this baby without you here!" She exclaimed, and (Y/n) dialed her mum on another phone. "I'm calling your mum; she can get you there and be there for you until I get there. I knew I should've refused to do this shoot and face the consequence of potentially getting dropped; I hate my manager right now. I'm going to kill him; I should be there with you right now. I'm sorry I'm not there." (Y/n) rambled, before turning his attention back to Emma. "Okay, she's on her way. I'm going to the airport right now, I'll be there, I promise." And with that, Emma hung up and made her way to the hospital with her mum, and (Y/n) rushed to the plane and got on his flight.

An hour later, Emma was in the hospital with her mum crying. "I need him here mum! He can't miss this! I can't do this, not without (Y/n)!" She cried, another contraction hitting her. "It's okay Emma, he'll be here. (Y/n) would never miss the birth of his son, it'll be alright." She assured, and five minutes later (Y/n) ran in the room. "I didn't miss it did I?" (Y/n) asked, looking around.

"There's no baby here! Obviously, you didn't! Now get your ass over here and hold my hand!" Emma exclaimed, the pain hitting her again. "I'm here now. I made it; you can do this Em. You've got this." (Y/n) whispered, stroking her hair and holding her hand. And two hours later, Emma was holding her son on her chest, and (Y/n) was sat next to her. "You did it Em. He's adorable." He mumbled, not taking his eyes off the tiny baby curled up on her chest, him holding her pinky tightly. "I'm glad you made it (Y/n)."