NBA Imagines

Aaron Gordon

~Aaron~

"Woah! Baby, please be careful!" I exclaim running over to help my very pregnant wife walk down the stairs. She was pregnant with our first child, a boy, and I couldn't be more excited.

"Baby, I got it," Cynthia, my wife, says but I simply ignored her and continued guiding her to the couch. She sits down in a huff and lays back.

"You okay baby?" I say her while putting a pillow behind her back to give her more support. "Feel better?" I ask.

"Yes, baby. Thank you." She says finally catching her breath. "Little man has been taking my breath away," she says rubbing her stomach.

"Well if you stop being stubborn and let your big man help you." I said plopping down beside her causing her to hit my arm. I laughed at her before getting serious. "Babe are you sure you should be going to this game? You can go into labor at any moment." I told her having a bad feeling about her coming to the game tonight.

"Babe I'm finna be stuck in the house for the next two months. I wanna go to one more game before I have to watch your playoff run at home." She saids. I sigh as I still couldn't get over the feeling.

"If you have any problems, I want you to get my attention immediately," I start as she roll her eyes. Ignoring her gestures I continue, "I don't care if I'm on the court, get someone to get my attention. I'm serious Cynthia." I said her name to let her know how serious I was.

She looked up at me and sighed, "I will let you know everything even if I feel a flutter of kick." She says joking slightly pissing me off. "Babe I'm serious." I say again.

She throughs her head back groans, "Exactly, your being to serious. Everything is going to be fine. Even if I go into labor there will be a lot of doctors around." She says dismissing my concerns. "Everything is going to be fine," she says while grabbing my hand and squeezing it to reassure me.

Not feeling reassured at all I slide my hand away from her and got up. "I gotta get ready," I mumbled getting up from the couch to finish getting ready. I had a bad feeling and her not taking that into considerationon was irritating me.

Going into the room, I start putting on the clothes I had put out. I don't know what I'm feeling but I know it means something. And Cynthia just thinks I'm a joke. Sighing I look in the mirror making sure I looked good. Maybe I am just tripping, i think to myself trying to calm my nerves. However, this was something I just couldn't let go

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~Cynthia~

I jumped quickly cheering as Aaron dunked the ball for the third time tonight. I screamed as loud as I could while clapping my hands. My man was cutting up tonight and I couldn't be any more proud. I was sitting in an VIP box tonight. One of Aaron's conditions to me coming to the game. I wasn't complaining though, they had free food and ice.

"Ouu," I said as I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I slowly sat back down and rubbed my stomach while taking deep breaths. Thinking I got up too fast for little man. I picked up my cup of ice and grabbed one hoping
that'll calm him down.

"You okay?" John, Aaron's manager asked.

"Yeah, just moving a littl—," I started but was cut off by another sharp pain. I doubled over in pain while feeling juices gush down out of me. John looks down in horror before quickly jumping into action, grabbing my arm, "Come on we gotta get you to the hospital," he says while throwing my arm over his shoulder.

"Aaron," I managed to groan out before everything went black.

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~Aaron~