Crush X Reader One Shots & Imagines

Baby (9)

Y/N = Your Name
C/N = Crush Name
BSF/N = Best Friend Name
F/N = Friend Name
E/N = Enemy's Name
N/N = Nickname
H/C = Hair Color
E/C = Eye Color
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A few weeks later, I wake up in the middle of the night with a sharp, unfamiliar pain in my abdomen and back. At first, I think it's just another bout of discomfort, but when the pain comes again, stronger this time, I realize it's something more.

I nudge C/N, who's sleeping soundly beside me. "Babe, wake up."

He groans, half-asleep. "What's wrong?"

"I think I'm in labor," I say, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

C/N bolts upright, suddenly wide awake. "Are you serious?"

I nod, clutching my belly as another contraction hits. "Yeah, pretty sure."

He's out of bed in an instant, helping me up and grabbing our pre-packed hospital bag. "Alright, let's get you to the hospital."

The drive to the hospital is a blur of contractions and deep breaths. C/N keeps one hand on the steering wheel and the other on mine, squeezing it reassuringly whenever the pain intensifies.

"We're almost there," he keeps saying, his voice calm and steady.

As we pull into the hospital parking lot, another wave of pain hits, and I squeeze his hand tightly. C/N glances at me with concern, quickly finding a spot close to the entrance.

He cuts the engine and rushes to my side, helping me out of the car. My breath comes in shallow gasps, and as we make our way to the entrance, I feel his arm around me, steadying me with every step.

Once we're inside, a nurse greets us and leads us to a room. C/N stays by my side, guiding me carefully as we settle into the sterile hospital bed. The contractions feel like they're getting closer, and I grip the bedrail, trying to focus on anything but the pain.

C/N pulls a chair next to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He reaches out and rubs my belly softly, his fingers tracing gentle circles over my skin. I feel a slight sense of relief from his touch, as if the connection between us is helping me through the chaos of labor.

Suddenly, I hear him mumbling something under his breath, and I turn my head to see his eyes closed, his lips moving in quiet prayer. He keeps his hand on my belly, his touch soothing even as he speaks softly to God.

"Lord, please keep them safe," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the machines and my breathing. "Give her strength and bring our baby girl into this world healthy and strong."

A wave of warmth washes over me despite the pain, his quiet prayer filling me with a sense of peace. I reach over, resting my hand on his, and he opens his eyes, looking at me with a soft smile.

"Thank you," I whisper, tears welling up in my eyes—not just from the pain but from the overwhelming love I feel for him in this moment.

C/N leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

***

The contractions are coming more frequently now, and I grip C/N's hand tightly as each one passes.

"You're doing great," he whispers, brushing my hair back from my forehead. "Just breathe."

They check my cervix and the nurse pops her head up, "You're at about 6 centimeters."

"Only 6?!" I groan, throwing my head back.

C/N winces and quietly asks, "When can we get that epidural?"

The nurse offers a reassuring smile. "We can get the anesthesiologist in here right away. It should help with the pain."

I nod eagerly, desperate for some relief. "Yes, please."

Within minutes, the anesthesiologist arrives and administers the epidural. As it begins to take effect, the intense pain starts to ebb away, replaced by a manageable pressure.

I let out a sigh of relief, feeling the tension drain from my body. He squeezes my hand, his eyes full of concern and love. "You're amazing," he says softly. "You're so strong."

With the pain now under control, the next few hours pass in a haze of anticipation and occasional discomfort. C/N stays by my side, holding my hand and offering words of encouragement. The nurse checks my progress periodically, and finally, after what feels like an eternity, she announces that I'm fully dilated and ready to push.

"You're almost there," C/N says, his eyes filled with encouragement. "You've got this."

With each push, C/N is right there, his voice a constant source of strength. The room is filled with the sounds of our efforts and the steady encouragement of the medical team. Finally, with one last, intense push, I feel a rush of relief as our baby girl enters the world.

The room fills with the sound of her cries, and tears stream down my face as the doctor places her on my chest. "Oh hi baby!" I say, my voice choked with emotion. "You're so perfect." I coo through my tears.

C/N leans down to kiss me, his eyes shining with joy. "She really is," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. "Good job, babe."

We spend the next few hours in a blissful haze, marveling at our tiny, perfect daughter. As I hold her close, I look up at C/N, feeling a profound sense of love and gratitude.

"We did it," I whisper.

He smiles, tears in his eyes. "You did it."

C/N sits beside me, his arm draped protectively over me and our little girl, who is nestled contentedly in my arms. "I can't believe how perfect she is," he says softly, his gaze fixed on our daughter.

I look down at her, feeling a surge of love and wonder. "I know. She's everything we hoped for and more."

C/N gently strokes the baby's tiny hand, his face lighting up with a tender smile. "She has your eyes."

I laugh softly, reaching out to stroke her soft, tiny cheek. "And your nose."

The nurses come in periodically to check on us and ensure everything is going smoothly. They offer advice on feeding and caring for our baby, and C/N attentively listens, taking mental notes. His dedication and care are evident in everything he does.

"Do you want to try feeding her?" he asks, his voice filled with encouragement.

I nod, feeling both excited and a bit nervous. With C/N's support, I carefully position our daughter and begin to feed her. It's a beautiful, intimate moment, and I can't help but feel a deep connection as she looks up at me with her tiny, trusting eyes.

C/N watches with admiration, his hand gently resting on my shoulder. "You're doing great," he whispers. "She's so lucky to have you."

I smile, feeling a warm glow of pride and love. "I couldn't do this without you."

As the night wears on, we take turns holding our baby, marveling at her every little feature. C/N quietly hums a lullaby, rocking our daughter gently as I watch, my heart full.