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"Dad's not picking up! Where's your bag?! Should I grab his bag too?! Which onesie should I grab! Oh my god Dean will kill you if we take the blue one! WHY ISN'T DAD PICKING UP?!"
"HARPER!" I screamed, getting her attention as I stood in the doorway holding both of our bags and the keys to my truck, "He turned his phone off so they couldn't be tracked. He'll call when they're done." I growled.
She nodded and snatched my keys and bags from me and started the truck, rambling and asking if I was okay the entire time.
"Harper there is a tiny human pushing its way out of my vagina. I'm not okay so stop asking and fucking DRIVE!" I yelled as another contraction hit.
Her eyes bulged out of her head as she floored the accelerator out of the garage and swerved onto the road.
"For fuck's sake Harper, don't get in a crash right now." I groaned, gritting my teeth to keep from scaring her even more.
"Okay! Okay! Just breathe. That's what they tell women to do in the movies. Just breathe and don't push until the doctor says so." She rambled
"No I thought I wanted to have her right here in the front seat!" I snapped.
"Don't sass me or you might! We're almost there okay?!" she snapped back.
This kid has terrible timing. Of course she would decide to be born on the one day her father is off saving the world halfway across the country.
I took deep breaths and focused on counting how long my contractions were lasting as well as how much of a break I got in between. By the time Harper wheeled around to the emergency exit they were roughly 70 seconds apart and getting pretty painful. I kept reminding myself I'd been through worse, being stabbed and tortured, but this instilled a whole different type of fear in me that I didn't know existed.
For the first chunk of my pregnancy I was worried about how Harper was taking it; if she would start to get insecure about her place or not. Then I was worried about Sam and his constantly getting hurt. For a little while I was concerned for Dean because he was still alone but that passed quickly enough. Then came the 'my body is going to fall apart and I'll never have that flat stomach again' phase but that hadn't passed until now.
Now I was completely enveloped by this fear that I had absolutely no control over and no way to rationalize. I still had that 'how am I going to do this' fear somewhere in the back of my mind, but in the forefront, screaming like no tomorrow, was the fear for my baby. I had read about all the things that could go wrong, especially with my preexisting placenta displacement, and I almost couldn't breathe.
As Harper walked me into the hospital it was all I could do not to insist she checked all my doctors to make sure they were human.
Dad? Cas? I'm going into labor. If you aren't too busy it would be great if you could zap Sam over here. Like ASAP. This hurts like a bitch.
They had me sign a couple forms while I sent out my prayer and Harper moved the car. I had to fight to get them to allow her in the room with me when they set me up.
"My husband might not get here for this. Let. Her. St- OW!" I yelled as another contraction hit, much stronger than the others.
"Do you want to stay for this?" the nurse asked Harper, raising her eyebrow.
She nodded and whispered to me as the nurse walked to go grab something, "Thank you. I hate being alone in hospitals."
I gave a curt nod, "You have to- whoa. Ow. Tell me when my eyes start to glow." I grunted.
"Shit I forgot about that." she muttered.
"There's my favorite ginger! How are we feeling?" Dr. Jean McColver asked as she entered the room with an excited smile.
I grit my teeth and tried to smile, "I haven't quite reached the 'I'm in Hell' phase yet." I only half joked. Harper shot me a disapproving look as if to tell me that was distasteful.
Jean nodded and pulled on her gloves, "Alright. I'm going to check how dilated you are.It's probably going to be uncomfortable."
She wasn't kidding. It wasn't painful but I really didn't enjoy a woman I'd barely known putting her hand where very few other things had gone.
"Well, we could try for an epidural right now, but there's no guarantee it will kick in before the peak of labor." she announced when she had finished.
I sighed, reveling in my one minute break between contractions, "Knowing me, it wouldn't work anyway. Just get me set up and tell me when to push."
"Mom are you sure?" Harper asked, completely shocked.
"Once you get dilated to a certain point I can't do anything." Jean added.
I hesitated for a moment, holding my breath as another contraction hit, "Fuck that. Just get her out."
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"I WAS SO WRONG." I screamed, making sure to keep my eyes shut as they had been glowing now for the past twenty minutes, "WHY AM I SUCH AN IDIOT?!"
Harper had chickened out an hour ago and was now shouting at someone in the hallway. I had already kicked one of the nurses because her eyes had a weird reflection on them and it made me panic that she was possibly in charge of my baby.
"You're doing fine Evelynn. Just take a deep breath and push when I tell you okay? You're almost there." Jean insisted.
I forced myself to breathe and focus on myself instead of the ruckus in the hall.
As I was just about to push again two of the nurses vanished into thin air. The pediatrician standing behind them almost passed out and I was tempted to explain that my husband finally fixed heaven but Jean yelled at me to push again as the most intense pain I had ever felt ripped through my abdomen.
"Three more and we should be done." Jean comforted, "I can see her head."
The door flew open and Sam barged in, a black eye and busted lip adorning opposite sides of his face and his shirt on inside out as if he had just changed, "Did it happen yet?" He asked.
"Hi dad!" Jean called over her shoulder, somehow completely calm.
"No! Did you fix the thing?" I asked, panting and feeling ready to smite someone at any moment.
"Yeah the thing's fixed. That's not important!" He exclaimed, rushing to my side and grabbing hold of my hand before kissing my forehead, "Are you doing alright?"
"She's kicking ass." Jean answered for me as I closed my eyes to keep her from seeing them from glowing.
I nodded, "It hurts Samson."
"I know babe but you're tough. You've had worse right?" He asked trying to comfort me.
I shook my head and bit my lip, "No. No this is the worst."
"Greeting time's over, on three I need you to push as hard as you possibly can. You hear me Evelynn? HARD." Jean insisted.
I nodded and squeezed the life out of Sam's hand as my last contraction hit.
"One. Two. Three. Push!"
The pain flared up again with even more intensity than last time. I was vaguely aware of Sam stroking my hair and saying something but most of my attention was on the small body sticking halfway out of me.
"We've got shoulders!" Jean exclaimed, "Cmon Evelynn! Just a little more!"
I let out my first actual scream, not caring that the unearthly tone accompanied it as I made my final push.
With her finally outside my body my pain decreased dramatically. I could breathe again but at the same time I felt empty.
Sam cut the cord and took her from Jean once she was checked, sitting next to me on the bed and laying her in my arms as tears began welling up in our eyes.
I couldn't believe she was actually there and safe and alive after everything. Her big brown eyes stared at me in awe as I ran my finger down her cheeks and over her nose, convincing myself that this was indeed a real baby that we had made and I wasn't hallucinating.
"Sammy she looks like you." I squeaked, trying to keep my tears off her face.
I heard him sniff before he responded, "But she's pretty like her mommy." he croaked, kissing the top of my head.
Dean Harper and Cas poked their heads in the door with huge grins on their face.
Dean led the way in once they were given the all clear, "I told you so Gingy." He joked.
I rolled my eyes and wiped up my tears, "Do you want to hold her?" I asked.
He got a big childish grin on his face and nodded emphatically as I handed her to him.
Harper cooed at her over his shoulder and Cas stroked her little tuft of chocolate brown hair in awe.
"What's her name?" He asked.
Sam glanced at me, silently asking if he could answer before spouting, "Raegan Melody Mary Winchester."