Copilot~ Rooster (Top Gun: Maverick FanFic)

chaper 29

(Emma's POV)
December 26th

I say in a calm voice. His face goes pale. "Are you serious?" He chokes out. He runs his hand through his hair. "Cmon. We have to go to the hospital." He says putting his hand on my arms trying to guide me to the door. "Wait. If we go right this second I know it's gonna be hours until she's ready to come out." I say. He looks at me like I'm crazy. "What do you mean? We have to go!" He says grabbing his shoes. Annnnd contraction. I groan a little. "See! We have to go!" He panics. "B, calm down. I'm not going to the hospital with gross liquid running down my legs. Please just help me upstairs so I can shower." Finally, he agrees and helps me up the stairs and into the shower. "If you have this baby in the shower, I will pass out." He tells me with a straight face. "Im not gonna have her in the shower, Bradley" I laugh.

After showering I throw on another one of Bradley's shirts and some of his sweatpants. We kind of already had the baby's hospital bag packed so I just made sure we had everything and finished my bag while Bradley did his. The contractions got to where they were more frequent. I start groaning and hanging onto the bed, bending over a little. "Should we call your parents?" He asks. "We can when we get there." I say, breathing heavy. "Okay, we should go now." He tells me. I nod my head, not trying to argue. He grabs mine and the baby's bag along with his own and runs down stairs. The car seat isn't heavy so I grab it and head down stairs.

"Just breathe, baby." Bradley says, driving with one hand and holding my hand with the other. After what felt like an eternity, we make it to the hospital. "We'll leave our bags in the car until we get into a room. Do you need me to take anything in right now?" He asks me, while helping me out of the car. "Grab my backpack, please?" I respond and he nods. We walk up to the desk. "Hi, what can I do for you today?" The lady behind the desk asks with a smile. "Hi, um, I'm currently in labor." I tell her. She asks me for all of my information and sends me to sit down. Thank god it's not busy, so we should be getting back soon. I continue to try to breathe.

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6:00 am

"Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw? I'm here to take you to labor and delivery. Here's a wheelchair to make you more comfortable." A young woman comes out, with a wheelchair in front of her. I gratefully sit in the wheelchair. The woman pushes me as Bradley walks beside me, carrying my backpack. We walk for forever and go up in the elevator and walk more. The contractions are about 5 minutes apart now. "So, this is where you'll be during delivery. We've called your doctor and she should be here soon. A nurse will come in and check your vitals in just a minute. Also, here's a gown for you to put on." The woman says. "Thank you." I say, taking the gown from her and getting out of the wheelchair. "How are you feeling?" Bradley asks me. "It hurts but fine for now. Will you help me out the gown on?" "Of course."

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6:45 am

The nurse comes in and takes my vitals. Then brings in a monitor to record the baby's heartbeat. "Okay, now I'm going to have you put your feet up on these so I can check how dilated you are." The nurse says, I put my feet up, and she examines me. "Looks like you're 2 cm dilated. So you have a little while to go. Dr. Gomez will be here shortly to check on you." The nurse leaves. "When should we call mom and dad?" I ask Bradley. "Whenever you want to. If you have a while we can wait so you can rest. But if you want them here, I can go ahead and call them." He says, sitting on the couch in the room. "Just wait a little bit." He nods.

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7:30 am

"Okay, Mrs Bradshaw. You're about 5 cm dilated. Now's when you'll need to decide if you want an epidural." The nurse tells me. I look over at Bradley. "Um, yeah, I'll get it." I tell her. "Alrighty, I'll go get the doctor and we'll come give it to you." She smiles. Bradley gets up and walks over to the bed. "How are you feeling?" He asks, sitting down and putting his arm around me. "I'm scared, B." He kisses my head. "Everything's gonna be okay. Just think, all of the pain and being scared is going to be worth it when our little girl is here." I start to cry. "Honey, don't cry." He says, wiping my eyes. I turn more to him and he puts his other arm around me, holding me tightly. "Is there anything I can do?" He asks, softly. "Will you call my mom?" I ask. "Of course." He says, pulling out his phone and clicking on my moms name. He has her name in his phone as 'Mama P'. That's so sweet.