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Varun for Aleena

Hello lovelies!! This imagine will be for me as I am really craving for a VD. So this is for myself and if u guys would like one, just comment or pm me. Also, be sure leave any ideas or interesting concepts in the comments.
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Aleena's POV:

I screamed in pain as the doctors rushed me into the ICU. Tears ran down my face and I clutched onto my husband's hand. As the stretcher that I was laying on rolled into the room, my grip on his hand began to loosen.

"Varun!" I screamed as I searched for his warm hand to hold on to.

Right now, that was the only ounce of support I would get. My parents were all the way in Australia while here, Varun was with me in India.

Unexpectedly, I had gone into labour, 2 weeks before my delivery date. When I needed my mom the most, she wasn't here with me. But, Varun was.

I was just getting up from bed when I had felt my water break. I had yelled for Varun and in a second he was beside me. But, for a couple of minutes, I was too shocked to say anything. It was when the pain started, when I started screaming. Varun had realized what was going on by then, and he had rushed me to the hospital.

Now here I was, trying to reach out to the last ray of hope that I had; my husband.

Finally, I felt his fingers entangling into mine just as I was wheeled into the room. The doctors and nurses were restricting him from coming inside with me, but my grip on his hand was firm. I wouldn't let him go.

5 minutes later, all the doctors and nurses and even Varun was yelling at me to push. I tried and tried but it wasn't enough. Varun kept on telling me to push while wiping my sweaty forehead with a towel.

"Push baby, push. Do it for me. Do it for our baby." Varun said while holding my hand and caressing my hair.

"Shut up Varun! This all is happening because of you!" I said in anger while pushing.

"Sorry baby. But still, keep on pushing." Varun urged.

10 minutes later, not much had happened. The doctors were saying that they were starting to see the baby's head but I still had to push a lot.

I was getting tired by now and my eyes were starting to droop. I knew that now, I had only a sliver of a chance of making it. The pain was still there.

Varun's POV:

"Aleena baby no! You can't give up yet. You have to keep on trying. I promise I will always be there for you." I said as tears starting forming in my eyes.

I could easily see that Aleena was in a lot of pain. The way that her breathing slowed also showed that she was extremely tired.

But, she had to do this. I would help her do this.

"Aleena! Open your eyes and look at me." I said while gently tapping her on the cheek.

Slowly, but surely, she opened her eyes. They were full of tears and pain. Just looking at them made me want to punch myself. She was in this situation all because of myself. Sure it had been both of our ideas, but still, I felt guilty.

"Now carefully listen to me. You are the most beautiful and wonderful person I had ever met. And I am honoured to have you be the mother of my baby. But you are going to have to push. When I say push, you will push okay?" I said with a determined look on my face.

She slowly nodded.

"Push!" I yelled.

She pushed.

"Push again!" I said.

She pushed again, harder this time.

"She is doing really well. We are able to see the baby's head now. Just a couple more pushes." The doctor said.

"Aleena listen. Only three more pushes, okay baby? I love you so much." I said  kissing the top of her head.

"Okay push!" I yelled again, and again, she obliged.

"Two more left to go. Now!" Aleena tightened her grip on my hand and pushed again.

She leaned back into the pillow, closing her eyes. No! This was the last step. She couldn't give up now.

"Aleena! Open your eyes. Just one more time. For me! Please jaan!" I said while desperately shaking her.

She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. It was now, or never.

She pushed, like never before, yelling out my name in pain. It was perfect. I could hear a baby crying and I started crying myself. I looked over to Aleena and saw that she herself was smiling, even with her eyes closed.

"We did it Aleena! We made it!" I said as I furiously wiped my tears away.

"Yes Varun, we did it. Thank you for being here with me. I love you so much." She whispered while bringing our entangled hands and kissing mine.

The doctor came over and announced that it was a baby girl. I felt overjoyed. Now I was a father. And only a father would know how it felt. A woman became a mother as soon as her baby started growing inside of her. But a man became a father, only after he held his baby.

A nurse came and handed me my daughter who was wrapped in a towel. I slowly looked at her. She was beautiful, just like her mother. Her eyes were closed and her thumb was in her mouth. I leaned forward and gently kissed her on the forehead.

I handed her to Aleena who smiled when she saw her.

"She looks just like you Varun! She had your nose and lips." She said while tears ran down her face.

I helped Aleena sit up and sat beside her on the stretcher bed. Together, we held our baby; our symbol of love.

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