The Couffaines • Oneshots/Scenarios

Welcome to the world, Twins

Luka's Pov

Her chest was heaving up and down as anguish and worry filled her body, and she had a scrunched-up expression with beads of sweat developing on her face.

My hand was being clenched by hers in an almost agonizing manner, but I paid it no mind to it at all.

She looked beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

I was able to share this wonderful moment with my wife, making all the late-night cravings and mood swings totally worth it.

I had no worries that she would be able to manage it. She is my wife, after all.

However, I couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for her predicament. I clenched my eyes tight when I saw her sobbing as I was afraid for the both of us, and what lies ahead.

But I already made the necessary mental and physical preparations for this situation. You could even say I was more excited to meet the twins than (Y/N) is.

My mind went into overdrive the moment I learned we were having twin daughters.

I rounded up all of my wife's friends and asked them to accompany me as I went shopping for essential baby supplies.

It's better to have more than less, even though I may have purchased too many to count.

When I went into full protective mode on (Y/N), she referred to me as a crazy caveman.

If being a protective dad meant I'm a caveman, then I'm the baddest of them all.

Can you blame me, though? Given that I am expecting twin daughters, I should be protective of them.

I aspired to be the finest possible husband and father. And I believe I did a very good job with the husband portion.

It was customary for me to treat my wife to anything and everything she wanted, and she would return the favor for me.

But occasionally I couldn't help but wonder if I was actually cut out to be a dad.

Luka, man the fuck up. No panicking when your wife needs you.

I pushed those negative thoughts aside and made the conscious decision to pay attention to my wife and the doctor who was standing in front of her exposed legs.

Knowing that there is a man, in between my wife, that is not me had me clenching my jaw. Why isn't there any female doctors that can assist us?

Goddamn.

If I could do something about it I would. That doctor just needs to make sure that he is doing his job professionally, or I might have to do something about it.

Holy shit.

Calm yourself down, Luka. He's helping your wife deliver YOUR kids. Control your shit!

The death penalty I was plotting in my head came to a halt when we heard the doctor announce,

"Okay, Mrs. Couffaine. I'm going to need you to start pushing now. But first, you have to control your breathing."

(Y/N) followed the doctor's instructions despite looking at him in uncertainty.

I grabbed her hand to reassure her and let her know she wasn't alone as she clutched onto my palm tightly.

I began to speak to her in a supportive manner, placing more kisses onto her forehead as I spoke.

"You can do it, sweetheart. You are literally the most badass person I know, and I am very thankful that you are here with me right now. We'll get through this together, promise." I mumbled, going in to tuck the strand of hair that fell on her beautiful face.