Two new members in the FBI (Rewritten)

Chapter 23

Previously on Two new members in the FBI

Jackson's Pov

Stiles smiled, a look of pride in his eyes. "That's all I ask. We've got this, Jackson. We're in it together."

As I lay there, listening to his steady breathing and feeling the gentle movements of our baby, I felt a profound sense of peace. No matter the challenges, I knew we could face them together. With each passing day, I was becoming increasingly ready to embrace the incredible adventure of parenthood, and I couldn't wait to welcome our son into the world.

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Jackson's Pov

The morning of our first birthing class arrived, and I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside me. At 25 weeks pregnant, the reality of bringing our baby boy into the world was becoming more tangible, and attending this class was a significant step in preparing for that moment. Stiles had been enthusiastic since we signed up, and I loved seeing him so engaged in the process.

As I finished getting ready, I saw myself in the mirror. My belly was more prominent than ever, and I felt a sense of pride as I placed my hands on the curve. This was a part of me now, and I embraced every moment. I smoothed down my shirt, feeling a bit self-conscious about my appearance, but I reminded myself that I was doing this for our little one.

"Hey, are you almost ready?" Stiles called from the living room, his voice filled with excitement.

"Yeah, just putting on my shoes!" I replied, glancing at the clock. We still had time, but I wanted to ensure we weren't rushing at the last minute.

As I joined him in the living room, I found him bouncing slightly on his feet, dressed in a comfortable outfit that highlighted his enthusiasm. "I can't believe we're finally doing this!" he exclaimed, a grin on his face. "This is such a big step for us."

"It is," I said, smiling back at him. "I'm excited but also a little nervous. What if I'm not prepared for what's coming?"

Stiles reached out, taking my hands in his. "We're both going to learn together. It's okay to be nervous. I mean, we're about to become parents! But think about how much we'll gain from this class."

"Right," I said, feeling a little more reassured. "We'll be ready to face anything after this."

We headed out to the car, and as we drove to the hospital, I felt the butterflies in my stomach fluttering with anticipation. The building loomed ahead, familiar yet filled with new emotions as we parked and went inside.

Once we entered the hospital, the warm, sterile scent of antiseptic and the faint hum of conversation greeted us. I could see other couples milling about, some of them looking just as nervous as we felt.

"Where do we go?" I asked, scanning the surroundings.

Stiles pulled out his phone, checking the class details. "I think it's in the maternity wing. Let's follow the signs."

We walked through the hospital, passing by rooms filled with expectant mothers and families. Each smile we exchanged felt like a quiet acknowledgment of our journey together.

Eventually, we found the room designated for the class. A large sign read, "Expecting Parents: Preparing for Labor and Delivery." Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The room was bright and welcoming, with comfortable chairs arranged in a semi-circle. A small podium stood at the front, and a few tables were set up with pamphlets and informational materials.