(A/N: Guess who updated mid-exam week? That's right, I did!)
Eve
"Are you the father of the child?" The doctor asked Dan as he frantically pushed my bed across various sets of corridors.
"No, I'm the mother's friend."
"She needs to be taken into labor immediately, or this could result in the baby's death, or even her own. Do you know where the father is?"
"Dan," I said as loudly as I could. "Can you please get Rian?"
"Is Rian the father?" Dr Dean asked.
"Yes," I blurted out before Dan could say any different. It was better that way - no need to call Alex or to let him know that he had a child.
Daniel bolted down the corridor and it was just me, the doctor and my unborn child.
"Am I going to make it?" I asked.
"I can't be quite sure, Miss."
And with that, we came to a holt in a room that looked a lot less inviting than the movies made it seem. Within seconds, I had a huge needle in my back and as soon as the pain from the anesthetic went away, I saw Rian at the door.
"I'm the father," he blurted, walking over to me and holding my hand. Clearly Dan had told him what I'd said.
He was instructed to put on a set of scrubs, a mask and some funny-looking headwear that resembled a shower cap. He followed orders very quickly and soon, we had nurses and obstetricians i the room. Rian and Dr Dean stood by my side silently as the others followed the procedure, and eventually, they performed a cesarian and pulled mini-me out of my uterus.
I didn't have to look twice to see that it was a baby boy. A small, malnourished, premature baby boy that was handed to Rian for a split second and then taken to the incubatory by Dr Dean.
"Thomas," I said, as tears welled up in my eyes.
My Thomas.
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Rian
As I held the love child of two of my best friends, pretending to be its father, I couldn't help but let a tear trickle down my cheek. It was so fragile, so minuscule, that even the smallest thing could break it. It's breathing was hardly noticeable within its chest, and I could hold it in its entirety with one hand.
The doctor then pulled the child away from my hands and carried it down the hall to the incubatory.
"Have you thought of a name yet?" The obstetrician asked Eve, who just smiled at me.
"Thomas. Thomas Rian Gaskarth."
I couldn't help but grin widely, but in the midst of all this sadness-tinged pleasure, it turned out as more of a grimace. One of the nurses wrote down the name on a tiny white wristband and started to walk away, but Eve called her to a stop.
"It's Rian with an I, not a Y."
"Certainly," the nurse said.
"And the last name's spelt like G-A-S-K-A-R-T-H," I said afterwards. She nodded as she was done correcting her spelling mistakes.
They then gave Eve gigantic doses or morphine and after she was high as a kite, she began quietly singing Ed Sheeran's Small Bump and modifying the lyrics to suit herself, with tears running freely down her cheeks.
"You're just a small bump unborn, with six months you're brought to life," she chanted. "Might be left with my hair, but you have your father's eyes."
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teenage dirtbag // a.g
Fanfiction❝ i don't even like you, why'd you want to go and make me feel this way? ❞ eve myers has known the members of all time low since she frequented high school with them. she's watched them grow as a band and develop their friendship. although, in her o...
