TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕪; 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕄𝕪 𝔻𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣

Charlie stood on a step stool, carefully painting the last section of the nursery wall. The soft pastel colors they had chosen for the room made it feel warm and welcoming. He hummed to himself, imagining their little girl sleeping peacefully in the crib he had just assembled.

Downstairs, Y/N lay on the couch, her feet propped up on a pillow. She had been put on bed rest for the last few weeks of her pregnancy, so she spent most of her days resting and watching TV. Today, a rerun of her favorite show was on, and she tried to focus on it, but her mind kept wandering to the nursery and Charlie's diligent preparations.

A sharp pain suddenly tore through her abdomen, causing her to wince. She had been experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions frequently, so she didn't think much of it. But when she felt a warm, wet sensation underneath her, she knew this was different.

"Charlie!" Y/N called, her voice a mix of surprise and urgency. "Charlie, come here!"

Charlie's heart skipped a beat at the tone in her voice. He quickly set the paintbrush down and hurried down the stairs. "What is it? What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes wide with concern.

Y/N looked up at him, her face pale. "My water just broke," she said, trying to remain calm but feeling the onset of panic.

Charlie's eyes widened even further. "Oh my God, it's happening!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves. "Okay, let's get you to the hospital." He moved to her side and gently helped her sit up. "Take it slow," he instructed, supporting her as she swung her legs over the edge of the couch.

Y/N winced again as another contraction hit. "I'm trying," she said through gritted teeth. "Just help me up."

Charlie wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her to her feet. "Lean on me," he said, his voice filled with determination. He guided her out the front door, his heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. "Do you need anything before we go? Your phone? A pillow?"

"Just get us to the hospital, Charlie," Y/N said, her grip on his arm tightening.

Once they reached the truck, Charlie opened the passenger door and carefully helped Y/N climb in. "Are you comfortable?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern as he buckled her seatbelt.

Y/N nodded, though she was far from comfortable. "Just drive, Charlie," she said, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts.

Charlie nodded and rushed around to the driver's side. He started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, his mind racing. He fumbled for his phone and dialed the doctor's number, putting the call on speaker.

"Hello, this is Dr. Henderson," the voice on the other end answered.

"Dr. Henderson, it's Charlie," he said quickly. "Y/N's water just broke. We're on our way to the hospital."

"Okay, Charlie. Take your time and drive safely. I'll notify the hospital staff, and we'll be ready for you when you arrive," Dr. Henderson replied calmly.

"Thank you, doctor," Charlie said, feeling a bit more reassured.

He glanced over at Y/N, who was breathing deeply through another contraction. "We're almost there, babe," he said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "You're doing great."

Y/N managed a weak smile, her eyes squeezed shut. "I know," she whispered. "I just can't believe it's happening now. The nursery's not even finished."

"We'll finish it when we bring her home," Charlie said, his voice filled with determination. "Right now, we just need to get you to the hospital."

As they drove, Charlie tried to keep the conversation light to distract Y/N from the pain. "Remember when we first found out you were pregnant? How excited we were?"