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Chapter Thirty-Eight // Shared Birthdays with Seth Everett Urie

"Happy birthday!" I smiled, walking through the door of Brendon and I's room, holding a tray of food I made for Brendon.

Brendon opened his eyes as I sat beside him. "Babe? You did this?" Brendon pointed to the food and I nodded.

"Happy birthday," I kissed Brendon's lips. "Next year a little boy will be with us when this happens," I smiled at Brendon and he smiled at me.

"I can't wait," Brendon kissed my lips.

Brendon turned on the TV and we ate the food together.

After cleaning up the crumbs and everything, I walked into the closet.

I saw Brendon looking through his clothes.

Brendon wrapped his arms around my neck, setting his head on top of mine. "What do I need to wear?" Brendon asked.

"You don't have to worry about anything not fitting, but anything really," I shrugged and Brendon kissed my cheek.

I grabbed a maxi dress and attempted putting it on.

"El, need help?" Brendon asked and I looked at the dress with a sigh.

"No, I'm not going to even try with that one," I replied and Brendon smiled.

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I tried on at least nine different outfits, none of them fit.

I finally put on jeggings and a plain black pocket shirt.

I walked down the stairs and while doing so, I felt something damp.

"You alright babe?" Brendon turned around and saw I looked confused.

"I don't know if I just peed myself or my water broke," I stated and Brendon jumped up, helping me down the stairs.

As I sat on the couch, an excruciating pain hit me. "Bren," I grabbed his hand as he called the midwife. "Bren, Bren I'm in labor."

Brendon carried me to his car, setting me in the back. "The hospital bag! It's-" I began.

"Ellie, I'll call Dallon to come get it, we got to get to the hospital."

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I laid on the bed, and Breezy and Dallon busted through the door, carrying the hospital bag that I've had packed for two months.

"Okay, okay we got it!" Breezy cheered and Brendon smiled from the chair beside me, covered up in a blanket he found in his car.

"How dilated are we?" Breezy asked.

"Three," Brendon answered and I continued texting my family.

"My mom said she'll be waiting for some pictures," I groaned at the pain, setting my phone on the table.

"I did this twice," Breezy smirked. "I'm glad it's not me this time, even if Amelie and Knox are my everything."

"You're not helping Breezy!" I replied and Brendon and Dallon laughed.

"Good luck with this, it goes on for a while," Dallon laughed.