ASHTON
Your husband returned with a damp cloth to cool your sweaty face. "It hurts," you whimper.
"I know, Baby, but she's worth it," he assured you, kissing your cheek.
"Y/N, it might help to walk a bit. Just up and down the hall. It'll make labor a little faster," the midwife, Joan, suggested.
"Okay," you let Ash help you stand beside the bed and you walk around the room a bit. As you head towards the hall, you feel Ash gently grip your hips.
"Is it helping?" he asked. You shrug.
"It still hurts," you frown. You walk back to the room and lean on the bed.
"Sway her hips. That helps too," Joan added. You turn around with your back towards Ash and you put your arms on the bed. He slowly rocked your hips side to side. The motion soothed the pain and you sigh happily.
"Feels nice," you smile. Pressure slowly built between your legs causing you to squeal. "Ash, she's right there!" Joan rushed to your side and bent to look.
"I see her head!" she grinned, confirming your statement.
CALUM
At the birth centre, Cal ran to help you out of the car. "I'm here, Love. I'm here," he murmured as you sob in his arms.
"It hurts so bad!" you cry, keeping a hand on the bottom of your belly.
"Let's get you checked in and then we'll see if the water's ready," he soothed as you waddled to the desk. Joy rushed to the desk as a nurse came to lead you to your room. As you walk, you feel the baby drop in your belly and your pain increased.
"I need to get in the water!" you shriek as you cringe.
LUKE
"Get them out!" you yell as the girls kept kicking. Luke kissed your forehead and gripped your hand as the light turned green. He turned to the hospital entrance where your father replaced him in the driver seat.
"Get her inside," he said, kissing your cheek and smiling. Luke pulled you to your feet and called for a nurse. Soon you're in a hospital bed with a drip and pain medicine.
"They're in the perfect birthing positions," the doctor said. "They'll be here any minute now."
"Okay," you shift in the bed and as you do, the pressure increased and you groan. "I feel one now! I need to push!"
MICHAEL
"Alright, Mr. and Mrs. Clifford, the surgery room is ready. It's time for you to meet your little ones," the doctor said, handing Mikey a paper suit. They wheeled your bed to the room and put a mask over your face to help you breathe. Mikey appeared next to you and you gripped his hand as the surgeons prepared you for the operation.
