One Shots ; D.H

Esme

WARNING: adorableness, swearing

You grip the sides of the bath and try to stand up. Your gut feels like someone just drop kicked you between the legs. "DAN!" You shout.

You're pretty sure your water broke but you can't exactly tell since you were sitting in clear water.

"DAN!!" Okay, you're pretty sure he's just in the other room, why isn't he coming? Just then the door swings open and Dan runs over to you, almost slipping too.

"Is everything okay?" He helps you to your feet.
Your face scrunches up as you groan, "It's time." A contraction hits you and you yelp. This must be what getting shot feels like, if you were to get shot in the crotch.

His eyes are wide as he stands there for a moment in shock. You look up at him waiting for him to snap out of it but when he doesn't you decide to take action.

"Can you pass me a bloody towel and call a cab!? I'm in so much fucking pain I could murder someone! And right now you're the closest person to me!"

That's when he finally decides to wrap the towel around you and help you out before jogging back to his room.

You hobble to where he'd raced off to but you have to stop in the hallway. Your lungs are killing you and so is your bladder. Everything is in pain.

Just as Dan comes racing back to you, Phil steps into the corridor as well.

"What's going on?" He asks.

"She's going into labor, can you phone a taxi while I get her dressed?" Phil nods in surprise and the next thing you know, you're being dragged into the very room that put you into this situation 10 months ago.

Dan sits you on the bed and pulls a pair of sweatpants on your, now very thick, legs and throws a t-shirt of his over your head.

"It's nice to see you running finally." You giggle as he jogs around to remove any tripping hazards for you, but another contraction causes it to sound more like a dying whale.

"Shut up, now lets go." He snakes his arm around your torso and helps you down the endless stairs and out the door where a taxi is waiting for you both.

As you guys climb into the back seat, you resort to taking short breaths to subside the pain shooting up your back and down your thighs.

"To the nearest hospital please." Dan tells to the driver and then scoots closer to you, taking your hand in his.

"You ready?" You look over at him and he has the biggest smile on his face which makes you smile too. He looks so happy, even though you totally threatened to murder him earlier.

"Hell yeah, I want to be skinny again." He laughs at you and starts rubbing circles over your knuckles for comfort. The city lights start to calm your nerves even though you still feel like someone shoved a knife up your ass.

You're kind of in a steamy mood right now. Being pregnant does that to you. A few weeks ago you cried because you spilled Dan's cereal on the floor. It was only like four flakes of it too.

You're an emotional wreck.

When you get there you hobble past the automatic doors, suddenly feeling kind self cautious about your extremely baggy guy clothes nearly falling off of you.

"We need a doctor!" Dan shouts around the room. Within seconds, a nurse comes running out to you. On the way over, she see's your oversized belly and grabs a wheel chair immediately.

You sit closing your eyes and taking more breaths. Dan tries to follow you but they tell him to wait until they're sure you're going to give birth.

The room they put you in is so depressing and grey. But there's a TV so all is good.

"When..when can I...get this thing out of me..?" You stutter to the nurse. Just then a terrible contraction hits you and you scream out in pain.

"We'll go get the doctor right away." She assures you and instructs another nurse to watch over to make sure nothing bad happens.

Everything else kind of happens in bits. All you can remember from that point was the doctor racing in, Dan holding your hand, someone counting as you pushed as hard as you could, and then a soft cry.

After that, you passed out from exhaustion.

When you wake up again, the room is dark. The past 24 hours have just been a big blur really and it's only now that you're processing everything.

You just had a baby. Where even is your baby?Just then, you hear a small gurgle and someone saying "Shhh.."

You turn your head to the left to see Dan by the window. He's slowly rocking back in forth and in his arms is your baby. But all you can see is just a bundle of blankets.

In the midst of watching Dan, the most adorable thing happens. He starts to sing very softly, the words to twinkle twinkle little star.

His voice is very quiet and very soothing. If you were a baby, you'd pass out right then and there. How did you get so lucky?

You shift over a bit but the noise of the sheets catches Dan's attention and he looks up to see you watching him.

"Good morning." His voice is hoarse but his smile is impossible not to reciprocate.

"Hi." Oh shit, you sound like a garbage disposal. He continues swaying before walking over to you.

"Want to hold her?" He whispers. You nod and he walks over and gently places her in your arms. You look at her little face and suddenly feel emotional.

She's got thick cheeks like her father, a small nose like you, and a lot of hair.

"She looks like you." You whisper up at him. "She looks like you too." He chuckles back.

That is true, after all, she is a mix of the two of you. You just hope you can give her a good life. You are fairly young parents being in your twenty's.

But you think things'll work out just fine. "Have you given her a name yet?" You ask.

He shakes his head no and then you look at her. What does she look like? An Abigail? No. Jessie? No. Wait, you know exactly what it should be.

"How about Esme Maree Howell?" It's more of a statement than a question. You wait to see if Dan approves. He keeps a straight face for second, probably thinking about it, and then grins with adorable dimples.

"It's beautiful. Just like you." He leans down and kisses you. Then he Esme's forehead too. This is going to be one heck of an adventure.

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Who even reads authors notes anymore?

Apparently you do if you're reading this now. But hi reader. How are you?

This is a one way conversation..

Anywho, this was actually supposed to be a story I was writing separately but I decided it would be better as a short story so here it is!

Xoxo - sapphy