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I'm pregnant.. Pt. 2 (D. Portman)

It had been a difficult pregnancy for me, with constant morning sickness and the baby's kicking causing me pain. I couldn't even play hockey, which was my passion, and to top it off, I was constantly ridiculed by my classmates, who called me a whore for getting pregnant by the most popular guy at school, who was also my boyfriend.

But all of that was forgotten as I lay in the hospital bed, holding Dean's hand tightly as I gave birth. The pain was intense, but I knew that it would all be worth it when I finally got to hold our baby girl.

"Babe, it's time. Come on," I whispered, shaking Dean awake as the contractions grew stronger. He got up quickly, putting on a shirt and grabbing the bags we had packed weeks ago.

We walked out to the car, and Dean helped me into the passenger seat, driving us to the hospital as quickly as possible. When we arrived, I was taken to a room and laid down on the bed, and Dean sat beside me, holding my hand tightly.

As the contractions grew stronger, I squeezed his hand, tears streaming down my face. "You're doing great, babe," he whispered, wiping away my tears with his other hand.

And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, our baby girl arrived. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, with a full head of dark hair and bright blue eyes.

"We did it," I whispered, tears of joy streaming down my face as Dean leaned down to kiss me softly on the forehead.

And in that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, with love and support and a beautiful baby girl who was the light of our lives.

As the team settled in, I noticed Dean standing by the door, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He looked nervous, almost shy, which was unusual for him.

"Hey," I said softly, beckoning him over. "Come sit with me."

He hesitated for a moment, then made his way over to the bed, his eyes fixed on Ellie's tiny face.

"She's beautiful," he murmured, his voice soft with emotion.

"She looks like you," I replied, smiling up at him. "Same hair, same stubborn chin."

Dean chuckled, his hand reaching out to stroke Ellie's cheek. "She's gonna be tough, just like her old man."

We fell into a comfortable silence then, watching Ellie sleep and listening to the chatter of the team around us. But as the night wore on, I began to notice something odd about Dean.

He kept stealing glances at me, his eyes lingering on my face for a beat too long. And when he thought I wasn't looking, he would reach out to touch my hand or brush my hair back from my forehead.

"Dean, are you okay?" I asked, puzzled.

He looked up at me, his expression serious. "I just...I don't know. I'm not good at this stuff, you know? Emotions and all that."

I laughed softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. "It's okay, Dean. You don't have to be perfect. You just have to be here."

He leaned into my touch, his eyes closing for a moment. "I am here, (Your name). I'm always gonna be here for you and Ellie."

And with those words, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Because even though Dean was tough and gruff and not great at expressing his feelings, I knew that he loved me and our daughter with all his heart.

And in that moment, that was all that mattered. As we sat there, lost in our own little bubble, the door to the room opened with a bang and in walked the entire hockey team, led by Coach Bombay.

"Hey there, champ!" Charlie exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "We had to come and see the newest member of the team!"

Everyone crowded around the bed, cooing over Ellie and congratulating me and Dean. It was a chaotic, joyous scene, and I felt overwhelmed with love and gratitude.

"Congratulations, (Your name)," Coach Bombay said, patting me on the shoulder. "We're all so happy for you."

"Thanks, Coach," I replied, feeling a little emotional.

As the hours passed, the team came and went, taking turns holding Ellie and bringing us food and gifts. My brother Les was there too, looking emotional and proud.

And through it all, Dean was right by my side, holding my hand and whispering words of love and comfort. He may be a tough guy, but he was a softie when it came to me and our daughter.

"I can't believe we're parents," I whispered to him at one point, my eyes filling with tears.

Dean squeezed my hand, his expression tender. "We're gonna be great at this, (Your name). You and me and Ellie, we're a team."

And as I looked around the room, at the people I loved most in the world, I knew he was right. We were a team, and we were going to face this new adventure together, with love and laughter and a whole lot of support.

The next few days were a blur of feedings, diaper changes, and visits from friends and family. My mom came to stay with us for a few days and helped us get into the swing of things, and Dean's sister brought over a homemade lasagna that lasted us for three meals.

Through it all, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the support of our loved ones. Being a new parent was hard, but it was made so much easier by the people we had around us.

Eventually, it was time to leave the hospital and bring Ellie home. As we strapped her into her car seat, I felt a mix of excitement and nerves. We were responsible for this tiny human now, and it was up to us to keep her safe and happy.

But as we drove away from the hospital and headed towards our new life, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. We were together, and we were a family.

And no matter what challenges lay ahead, I knew that we would face them together, with love and laughter and the support of the people who loved us most.