Liz Gillies Requests

Early (Liz&Michael) - Request ★

TW: Mentions of miscarriage

3rd Person POV
It had been over six hours since Liz had yelled for him from their home bathroom.

'Michael I'm going into labour!' She had screamed and he came running, trying to calm her down and reminding her that their baby girl isn't due for at least another 3 weeks. Liz wasn't having any of it.

'Listen to me, I know how my body is feeling and this baby is coming, wether it's time or not. Take me to the hospital.'

It was a command, really. One that Michael was terrified to ignore. He took her to the hospital and sure enough the doctors confirmed she was indeed in premature labour.

Liz was lying in the hospital bed, squeezing Michael's hand because she had already yelled at him to be quiet after an hour of him asking if he can do something for her. How dare he try to be helpful?

"Can I get you anything? Maybe some-" Michael starts but she cuts him off quickly.

"I swear to god Michael Corcoran, if you offer me ice chips one more time I will kick you out." Liz threatens, tightening her grip on his hand as another contraction passed over her.

"Okay, sorry. No more ice chips." Michael leans down and kisses her head. "Oh, I think you have a visitor." He nods towards the door where Liz's Mom is stood.

"Mom." Liz cries as her mother walks over to her and she tries to sit up, eager to see her Mom.

"Elizabeth you stay right there." Lorrie says sternly and Liz sinks back into the bed with a pout. "How are you?"

"It hurts, but I'm on so much medication I barely know my own name." Liz says and Lorrie laughs softly.

"You're not giving Michael a too hard time, are you?" Lorrie asks teasingly, stroking over Liz's hair.

Liz tenses up and shoots Michael a pleading look.

"Liz actually prefers if you touch her face, not her hair. And if you stay at leat four feet away unless you're helping her. And there is strictly no touching the belly. I tried and I still can't feel my hand." Michael tells Lorrie, trying to keep a straight face.

"Wow, more rules than your wedding, Lizzy." Lorrie laughs, caressing her cheek.

"Do you hate me?" Liz asks Michael.

"No, of course not. Why would you think that?" Michael asks softly.

"You do. You hate me." Liz's bottom lip quivers and her eyes fill with tears.

"Liz, babe, no one hates you. Especially not me. I love you, Liz." Michael says, taking her hand.

"Why are you laughing?" Liz sobs, pointing to her Mom who stiffens a giggle.

"Because you're usually a real hard ass and here you are, crying your eyes out. It's actually adorable." Lorrie smiles.

"Whatever. Where's Dad?" Liz asks, wiping her eyes.

"He's on his way now, he had to come straight from work." Lorrie explains.

"Ow! Fuck!" Liz yells, grabbing Michael's hand again. "Oh my god, this is the worst one. Ugh! Jesus Christ!" Liz screams.

"I'm going to check where your nurse got to." Lorrie says and Michael nods as she walks out.

"You're doing such a good job. I'm so incredibly proud of you, Liz." Michael whispers, stroking over her hand once the contraction ends.

"You are?" Liz asks, eyes sparkling.

"You bet I am. You're the strongest person I know and that's how I'm so sure that you can do this." Michael assured her.