𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗬𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗰𝘂𝗳𝗳~𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𑁍

A/N~This was requested by HufflepuffJam, I hope you and everyone else likes it. Y/MW/N is your midwife's name.

TW~Pain, hospitals and needles.

Y/N'S POV

God, this sucks. I'm currently 7 months pregnant, and have fallen a victim to braxton hicks. I didn't know that they were this bad. What's labour going to feel like?

It was now 2am, I've been awake all night. Scuff was sound asleep next to me, and I didn't want to wake him. He's been so busy recording music and filming the videos for his music, so I left him to sleep.

The pain is just getting worse and worse now. I realise that sleep may not be an option for me today, so I just head downstairs and sit on the purple pilate/birthing ball that we got for my pregnancy.

I just sat on it for a while, but then got bored and the pain was becoming worse. I grabbed the remote and put on a show with low volume, so that I didn't wake Scuff up.

The pain went from a 6 to an 8 in the span of five minutes. I rested my head on the arm of the couch, praying that the pain would somehow go away.

Scuff's POV

I woke up at 3am randomly, and reached out to cuddle Y/N, because I love hugging her bump, but when I reached out, she wasn't there.

"Y/N? Sweetheart?" I called out, but was met with silence. The bathroom light wasn't on, and the door was open, so she wasn't in there.

She might be downstairs eating some weird craving she had. I threw on a shirt and my sweatpants before heading downstairs, hearing some sort of TV show play in the living room.

My heart broke when I entered the room. There Y/N was, leaning on the arm of the couch, sitting on the birthing ball, and crying.

I went over and sat and the couch, lifting her head up slightly, so she could look at me. "What's wrong sweetheart? Is the baby kicking your ribs again?" I asked, leaning forward a bit to rub her back and place a kiss to her forehead.

"I-I've been having brax- OW!" She exclaimed, placing her head back down, crying in pain, as I continued rubbing her back.

"Braxton hicks?" I asked, and she nodded, sitting up again as the pain ended, only for it to return twenty seconds later.

"Y/N, I know it hurts, but try and take some deep breaths for me." I encouraged, as I heard her take some deep breaths with me.

Y/N'S POV

I kept taking deep breaths for around ten minutes, and it worked for a while, but then the pain climbed to another painful level.

"It's getting worse!" I cried, holding Scuff's hand. "How about I call our midwife and see what she says?" He suggested, and I nodded, so Scuff went back upstairs to retrieve his phone, and then called the midwife.

The conversation was pretty long, asking about how bad the pain was, where the pain was coming from, and stuff like that. 

Y/MW/N is a good friend of ours, so she decided to come over and do a proper examination, just to be on the safe side.

"She'll be here soon sweetheart. You're doing great." Scuff said, as I leaned my head onto his arms, which he rested on the arm of the couch.

Soon enough, Y/MW/N was at our house, and obviously, we let her in, where she set up some equipment to monitor me and the baby.

"Y/N, how's the pain feeling now?" She asked, putting some sort of device on my bump, which let us hear the baby's heartbeat. "T-Ten," I mumbled, squeezing Scuff's hand, as an even more painful cramp wrapped around my stomach.

"Okay, well I think the safest option would be to monitor you at the hospital for a few hours. Nothing is wrong, I just want to make sure everything is fine." She stated, and I nodded, even though I hated hospitals.

"Come on Y/N, I'll help you." Scuff said, holding my waist, as I grabbed his forearms to brace myself. He helped me up, but the worst cramp ever just hit me. "Stop! This one really hurts!" I cried, sitting back down on the ball.

"You're okay, you're so strong." Scuff whispered, kissing my temple, as the cramp passed slowly.

We stood up again, without any interference, and then Scuff helped me into the car, before going back to pack a bag to take with us.

Y/MW/N already left to go and set up a room for us, and get some equipment ready. Scuff came back and started the engine, as we began our journey to the hospital.

Scuff held my hand the whole way as the cramps kept rolling in, and told me that me and the baby would be okay.

Time Skip

We actually managed to get a pretty big room, and it was a private room. Thank God. Y/MW/N came over with a crappy hospital gown and a doppler (device to hear the baby's heartbeat).

"Right Y/N, I want you to get changed into this gown, and then I can check the baby with the ultrasound and doppler." She instructed, as Scuff helped me to the bathroom, where I got changed. God this thing is uncomfortable.

I got back into bed, with Scuff sitting on a chair beside me, his hand still laced with mine. The ultrasound showed that everything with the baby was fine, and the doppler allowed us to hear our baby's healthy heartbeat.

"I'll discharge you in a few hours, but for now, I'm going to give you and IV with some painkillers." She said, leaving the room to grab the stuff. 

"I don't like needles." I whined, and Scuff moved to sit on the edge of my bed. "Well, just cuddle into me and you won't need to see it." He stated, and I nodded, scooting over in the bed so he could sit next to me.

Y/MW/N came back, and set the equipment up. "Ready Y/N?" She asked, and I nodded, giving her my hand, where the IV would be inserted.

"It'll be over in a second Y/N. You can sleep for a while after this." Scuff said, holding my other hand, as he kept talking to me to distract me.

It hurt a bit, but soon enough, I could barely feel the brutal braxton hicks anymore, and I fell asleep on Scuff.

I woke up, and looked around the room for a minute, before stretching, and needing to pee, due to the baby pushing on my bladder like it was holding an elevator door open for someone.

I finished my business and came back to see Scuff on his phone sitting on the edge of my bed, with his legs swinging back and forth.

"How are you feeling now sweetheart?" He asked, as I took a seat beside him. "A lot better now. Thanks for taking care of me." I said gratefully.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side. "The midwife is discharging you now, she told me when you was in the bathroom," he stated, and I nodded, before putting our stuff back in my bag.

Thankfully, we were out of the hospital around ten minutes later, and I couldn't wait to get home and have a pickle and hot sauce sandwich.