Dane Dehaan's Baby

Chapter 19

Dane's POV:

Y/N looked at me with fear in her eyes.

"You can do this, I'm right here," I said, pushing hair off her sweaty forehead. She was still beautiful after this many hours of labor with no pain medication. She is the strongest person I know.

They lifted her legs up, and the nurses started wheeling in what our baby would go in. Doctors and nurses started crowding Y/N.

"Dad, you're going to stay by the head and support Mom. Hold her back up. Y/N, there's a contraction coming, when I say push you're going to push for 10 seconds until I say stop."

I grabbed her nearest hand, with my other hand on her back, ready to help.

"And, push, 1, 2, 3-" the doctor instructed.

My hand was practically numb from Y/N.

"9, 10, take a break."

Y/N collapsed backwards, catching her breath.

"Next contraction, ready 1, 2-" she started yelling. I was trying to help her, I couldn't stand seeing her in pain. "8, 9, 10."

She was fell back again.

After over 20 minutes, she was close.

"I see the head, one more big push, ready, 1, 2-"

She was involuntarily screaming, she fell back before the doctor hit 10.

The room fell quiet.

The most beautiful sound filled the room.

I heard in the middle of the crying, congratulating, and beeping, "it's a girl!"

A girl?

I watched as they placed this tiny little thing on Y/N's chest, wiping her off.

She wiggled and cried.

I just watched frozen, stunned, proud.

I was crying.

Y/N just looked at me, smiling and crying too. I leaned in to kiss her.

"I'm so proud of you," I whispered, kissing her forehead.

"Dad, want to cut the cord?" They handed me scissors and showed where to cut.

Then I just stared at my daughter. She was beautiful. 10 fingers and 10 toes. Her scrunched little face. She looked like her mom. I knew I loved her more than life itself. They lifted her off Y/N to clean her off, weigh her, measure her, and check her. I followed them wherever they took her.

Y/N's POV:

I felt more relief than I had ever felt when I heard her cry, and they placed her on me. I was stunned. Granted I had just gone through now practically 16 hours of labor and nearly a half an hour of pushing a watermelon out of me. Now my watermelon was on me. I couldn't take my eyes off her, until I remembered Dane. I looked at him, he was crying, just staring at us.

They had to lift her up and I felt so cold. Dane followed her wherever she went, and it made me feel better that he was there. Unfortunately, I had to deliver the placenta now too. What the fuck was this.

They were cleaning me up when I looked over and saw the purest thing.

Dane had taken his shirt off, and was doing skin-on-skin contact with our daughter. A nurse was showing him how to hold her, he was so gentle. He didn't see me watching. He was in his own world, smiling at her. Eventually he looked up, and saw me staring. He brought her over, handing her to me.

"-and make sure you support her head and neck," I laughed at him, he was such a dad already.

"I know Dane," I smiled.

"Do we have a name a yet?" The nurse asked.

We looked at each other and nodded. Although I didn't want to talk too much about it when I was pregnant, there was one that we had thought about frequently, and it just fit perfectly.

"Amelia Evangeline Dehaan," Dane told the nurse.

"Beautiful, I'll bring the nursing specialist and birth certificate in soon. For now, enjoy this time with your baby," she smiled at us.

"Little Amelia," I said, moving the blanket she was wrapped in out of her face. She was sleeping already. "I guess being born can be exhausting," I whispered to her, kissing her forehead. She was so precious.

"She's beautiful, just like you," Dane gently sat down next to me on the bed.

"Did you see her eyes though? They're definitely yours," I whispered to him, I had seen those beautiful blue eyes when she opened them for a second while crying.

We just sat there together, staring at our new baby.