Them. | The Final Installment of the Him Series | Joe Jonas Fanfiction

Sixty Seven.

You fucked up. Again. You didn't try hard enough, and now here we are, keeping it from Joe to try and prevent panic from the both of you. The outing didn't result in anything bad happening. It's been a week and yet nothing has happened, but you're still caught up in the drama that fills your head, telling you that you need to be panicked and freaked out. Now, instead of sleeping, as you should be trying to do right now, you're laying here, first of all thinking all the bad thoughts to yourself and second of all, you're lying here with Braxton Hicks, yet again, instead of sleeping. Not that they're uncommon but at the rate you've given them to yourself, you might as well be the spokesperson for how to breathe through them without your husband knowing. Shit.

Sitting up quickly, my brows furrow at Willa's cry, making me get up as fast as I can to make it to her room without waking Joe, opening the door and rushing to her side.

"Hey, hey, hey," I whisper, letting her crawl into my lap as I sit. "What's going on? What's wrong?"

"I-I h-ha-ha-had a b-b-b-bad d-d-dream mo-mo-m-m-mommy." She cries.

"Oh, my sweet girl," I coo, gently placing her head on my chest and caressing her hair. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

"No," she cries.

"Okay, baby, you don't have to tell me. Do you want to lay back down and hold mommy's hand until you fall back asleep?"

"I-I want to w-w-watch E-Els-Elsa."

"Aww, baby, I know you want to watch Elsa right now but it's the middle of the night, my love. We can't watch Elsa when the moon is awake, remember?"

She sniffles, coughing as she starts to cry again.

"Hey, hey," I tell her softly, rubbing her back. "It's okay, baby, it's okay. Mommy's gonna stay right here with you, okay?"

She sniffles again before nodding, rubbing her eyes. "Okay."

"Okay, baby, lay down, mama's got you," I tell her, rubbing her back with one hand and letting her grasp onto the other as she lies down, grabbing her unicorn and pulling it closer.

By the time she's back asleep, I slowly release her grip from my hand, sneaking out of her bedroom and back into the master, letting out a sigh as I run my hand through my hair before climbing back into bed and attempting to get comfortable... unsuccessfully, of course.

Letting out another heavy sigh, my brows furrow as I glance at the clock yet again. Two hours since Willa woke up and I'm still lying here awake. This is kind of insane. The more time that passes, the more I become uneasy about the Braxton Hicks contractions. They feel different... and they're not so much scattered as they were before. They're becoming consistent, more intense, and lasting longer. Almost as if I'm actually in labor. Shit. I'm actually in labor. No, no, no, this can't be happening. This cannot be happening. I'm only twenty-eight weeks. I'd be lucky if the baby survived if I had her right now. We don't have a name, the nursery isn't done, nothing is packed. What the actual hell. No, no, no. Okay, okay. Get together the essentials. Now.

Climbing out of the bed, I struggle through another contraction as I grab a bag from the top of the closet, quietly, and place some essentials into it. My old hospital gowns that I used with both of the girls, some pajamas, socks, chargers, toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush. What else? Another contraction. Fuck. We have to go.

I lick my lips, carrying the small bag to the living room, grasping my phone as I dial Londyn's number.

"Hello?" she answers groggily.

"Londyn, I need you and Jess to get over here," I whisper, licking my lips again, trying not to panic.

"Why? What's wrong?" she asks, immediately sounding more awake.