WHAT IF???

Chapter 78: Little One

Sam's grip tightened around her stomach as the contractions grew stronger. The pain was unbearable, and she knew she needed Mon by her side. "Mon!" she cried out, her voice trembling with agony.

Mon, who had been in another room, immediately rushed to Sam's side, her heart racing with concern. "Sam, I'm here," she said, her voice filled with urgency. "What's wrong?"

Sam winced as another wave of pain washed over her. "It's time," she gasped, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. "The baby's coming."

Without hesitation, Mon sprang into action. She helped Sam to her feet and guided her out of the house and into the car. "Hold on, Sam," she said, her voice steady despite the panic rising within her. "We're going to get you to the hospital."

As they drove, Sam's cries filled the car, each contraction sending waves of agony through her body. "Mon!!!!" Sam cried in pain.

"We're almost there Love", Mon's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her mind racing with worry for her wife and unborn child.

Finally, they reached the hospital, and Mon practically carried Sam through the doors. Nurses and doctors rushed to their aid, wheeling Sam into the delivery room as Mon stood by her side, her heart pounding in her chest.

For hours, Sam endured the pain of labor, her screams echoing through the hospital corridors. Mon stayed by her side the entire time, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement.

Mon remained calm and composed, despite the nerves that fluttered in her stomach. She knew she needed to be strong for Sam during this time.

Inside the delivery room, Sam's contractions grew stronger, each one accompanied by a wave of pain. Mon stood by her side, offering words of encouragement and comfort. "You're doing amazing, Sam," Mon whispered, her voice steady and reassuring. "Just breathe, and focus on each contraction. I'm right here with you."

Sam squeezed Mon's hand tightly, her face contorted in pain. "I can't do this anymore, Mon," she gasped, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts.

"Yes, you can," Mon insisted, her tone unwavering. "You're stronger than you think, Sam. Just keep breathing, and remember that soon, we'll get to meet our baby."

As the hours passed, Sam's labor progressed, each moment bringing them closer to the miracle of birth. Mon remained a constant presence by Sam's side, offering words of encouragement and support every step of the way.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, their baby made their grand entrance into the world, their cries filling the room with the sweetest melody. Mon's eyes filled with tears of joy as she watched the doctor place their newborn in Sam's arms.

"You did it, Sam," Mon whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "You're amazing."

Sam looked down at their baby, tears streaming down her cheeks. "We did it, Mon," she replied, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "Our family is finally complete."

In that moment, as they held their precious newborn in their arms, Mon and Sam knew that their lives would never be the same. Together, they had navigated the highs and lows of pregnancy and childbirth, emerging stronger and more connected than ever before. And as they gazed down at their beautiful baby, they knew that their journey as parents was only just beginning.

In the quiet calm of the recovery room, Mon sat by Sam's side, her gaze never wavering from her beloved wife. Sam lay in the hospital bed, exhaustion etched into every line of her face, but her eyes sparkled with a radiant joy that seemed to illuminate the room.

Gently, Mon reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Sam's forehead, her touch feather-light against Sam's skin. "You did so well, Sam," Mon murmured softly, her voice filled with pride and admiration. "I'm so proud of you."