Ariana Grande, the pop queen of our generation, had just finished filming the highly anticipated "Wicked" and released her latest hit song, "The Boy Is Mine." In need of a brief break, she decided to spend a weekend with her best friend, Courtney Ch...
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..6 months later
Ariana's POV
"Where the fuck is she?!" I yelled, feeling like my body was being torn apart with these contractions. My mom was on one side of me, running her fingers through my hair, while Nonna held my hand tightly on the other. "She just got here, baby," my mom whispered, trying to soothe me. I could see Courtney in the corner of the room, frantically talking to Vic on the phone. Vic's still stuck in Europe for her concert, but she's flying back as fast as she can. Frankie was covering his ears from my screams, talking to Hale on the phone, trying to keep it together for my sake.
Of course, the moment Y/n had to rush to the office for some emergency meeting, my water breaks, and I go into labor. Thank God Mom, Nonna, and Frankie were already at the penthouse when it all started.
"Keep working on your deep breaths, baby!" Nonna encourages me, squeezing my hand. My whole body feels like it's on fire, and I'm sweating so much that my hair is sticking to my face. "These contractions suck ass!" I whine, squinting my eyes against the pain.
"Y/n!!!!" I scream the second I hear her running down the hall, frantically asking which room I'm in. She bursts through the door with Maddox and Tess practically bumping into her from behind. "Baby!" I whimper as soon as I see her. "Oh, lassie," she says, rushing over to take Nonna's place by my side. Tess and Maddox quickly give Nonna hugs and kisses before helping her sit down in the chair next to me.
"I'm seriously firing everyone who thought it was a good idea to drag me into that emergency meeting," Y/n mutters as she lifts my hand to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it. I can't help but chuckle, even through the pain. "Babe, you can't fire them," I tell her, trying to keep the mood light.
Y/n makes a face, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Who says I can't? I'm the owner," she teases, and I laugh, despite everything.
Just then, Dr. Martinez and a couple of nurses come into the room to check on me. They're kind, professional, but Y/n's protective instincts kick in immediately. As Dr. Martinez prepares to check how dilated I am, Y/n looks around the room, her protective gaze fixed on everyone. "No looking," she says firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument as she stands close by, watching Dr. Martinez intently.
Everyone, including Dr. Martinez and me, bursts into giggles at Y/n's overprotectiveness. Even in the middle of all this, she manages to make us all smile.
"Come here, baby, stay close to me," I pant as another contraction crashes through me, making me whimper loudly. Y/n looks around, her eyes full of worry. "What's wrong? What are you doing?" she asks Dr. Martinez, her protective instincts kicking in again.
Dr. Martinez giggles, teasing Y/n like she always does. "Calm down, Captain," she says with a playful smile, gently covering me back up. "That was just another contraction, and we can already give you the epidural now. I think we're really close to bringing sweet Aurora into our world," she adds with a warm, reassuring smile.
