Minho's Pov
Emma's stomach had grown bigger these past few weeks. Everyone had congratulated us. Thomas was bugging us to make him the godfather to our child. I just laughed at him and told him Newt would have been better choice. He doesn't take no for an answer saying he'll become it. Whatever. I just got back from running the Maze. I had forced her to stay home. She begged and pleaded for me to let her run but I didn't think it was safe for her and our baby to be out there. I quickly mapped today's route and ran into the room Alby had built just for us. When I walked in I saw her trying to reach for something under the bed. I sighed. She wanted to be so independent. I wish she would just realize I'm here to help her and if I'm not I told Newt to.
" Here. I'll get it," I said while getting on the floor. I reached my arm and found what she was looking for: her hair tie. I handed her the object. She looked so tired. She went to put her hair in a ponytail but I took it back from her. I gave her the look of don't try and stop me. I'm going to help you whether you like it or not. I smiled once she relaxed. I took her hair in my hands and began to tie it up.
" You don't have to do these things for me you know. I'm perfectly capable of doing things for myself." She stated. I shook my head.
"I know you are and that's what scares me. I worry everyday if your going to hurt while I'm gone. And I love taking care of you. And I'm going to whether you want me to or not." I was quick to relpy. " Sit on the bed."
She nodded in compliance and sat down. I moved behind her and began to massage her shoulders and back. She mumbled a thanks in appreciation. I knew this always calmed her down. It made her feel better and more relaxed which is all I want her to be while she's pregnant. After an hour or so of rubbing her back, I stood up.
" I'll be right back. I'm going to get some food, " I told her as I kissed her forehead. I walked out the door and waited in the line for Frypan's food. The line seemed to take forever but eventually I was carrying our plates back to our room. I opened the door and she clapped her hands in excitement. I chuckled asI placed her food down as she began eating. She was adorable when she ate. Suddenly her eyes went wide as she dropped the fork in her hand. I began to panic. What was wrong?
" Emma, babe? Are you okay? What's going on?" I asked freaking out.
She didn't say anything but grabbed my hand and placed on her stomach. I was confused. What is she?- I was cut off by a tiny movement. My eyes widened in excitement.
" Was that?" I questioned.
She nodded her head in joy too. The baby was kicking. They say a man becomes a father the first time he holds his kid in his hand, but it was different for me. I felt like a father now. I was so in love with Emma and our child. I hugged Emma. Everything was just perfect.
