80s and 90s Preferences, Imagines & Headcannons

𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩

I woke up with a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I tried to ignore it and went to the bathroom, thinking it was just a stomach ache. However, the pain did not subside and instead started to intensify. I started to worry and called out to my boyfriend, River, who was still fast asleep.

"River, wake up! I think something is wrong," I said, trying to sound calm but failing miserably.

River immediately jumped out of bed, sensing the urgency in my voice. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, looking concerned.

"I don't know. I have this pain in my stomach that won't go away," I replied, gripping the edge of the sink tightly.

River quickly helped me to the bed and called our midwife. While we waited for her to arrive, River stayed by my side, holding my hand and reassuring me that everything would be alright.

The pain was becoming unbearable, and I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. But River was my rock, and he kept me going. He helped me breathe through the contractions, and his calming presence made me feel safe and supported.

Finally, the midwife arrived and examined me. She confirmed that I was in labor and needed to be taken to the hospital. River quickly got dressed and helped me into the car.

At the hospital, River stayed with me throughout the entire labor. He held my hand, wiped my forehead with a damp cloth, and whispered words of encouragement. I couldn't have done it without him.

After a long and exhausting labor, our beautiful baby girl was born. As I held her in my arms, I looked over at River, who was beaming with pride. We had done it together, and I knew that we would make great parents.

In the end, I realized that going through labor was one of the most challenging experiences of my life. But with River by my side, it was also one of the most beautiful and rewarding experiences I had ever had.

Savannah Mae Phoenix born Febuary 28th at 6:20 am.

ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕞

The pain was excruciating. It felt like my insides were being ripped apart. I knew what was happening - I was going into labor. I was terrified. I had never experienced anything like this before. I called out to my boyfriend, Corey, who was in the other room. He rushed to my side, concern etched on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

"I think I'm going into labor," I gasped, clutching at my stomach.

Corey sprang into action. He grabbed my hospital bag and helped me into the car. The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. I was in so much pain that I could barely speak. Corey held my hand tightly, giving me a reassuring smile every now and then.

When we arrived at the hospital, Corey rushed to get me checked in. The nurses took over, hooking me up to monitors and checking my vitals. Corey stayed by my side the entire time, stroking my hair and whispering words of encouragement.

The contractions were coming faster and faster, and the pain was becoming unbearable. I was terrified, but Corey kept me calm. He held my hand and talked to me, distracting me from the agony that was wracking my body.

Finally, it was time to push. I was exhausted, but Corey stayed strong. He held my hand and cheered me on, telling me how proud he was of me. And then, after what felt like an eternity, our boy baby was born. Corey cut the cord, tears streaming down his face.

As I held our newborn in my arms, I knew that I couldn't have done it without Corey. He was my rock, my support, my everything. And as we looked at our beautiful baby, I knew that we were a family now - a family that would get through anything together.