You again |mpreg|

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Vic

When Kellin went in labor, it was almost as if everything happened in a blur. When we got to the cab, I had to rush the man driving, to speed through all of the traffic. Kellin's small pale hands clutched onto the fabric of my shirt ever so gently, and I rubbed my finger over the small skin above his wrist and kissed the side of his face, as he cred in pain. It hurt me seeing him in so much pain, "it'll be okay, you're gonna' be fine." I told him. He nodded his head and smiled at me slightly, as he held onto me tighter. Sooner than i'd hoped, we finally arrived to the hospital. I helped Kellin out of the yellow cab, paid the driver, and walked inside, all the while helping Kellin inot a random wheelchair that was next to the doorway and I helped him get inside of it. We both rushed to the receptionist counter and the lady looked me up and down, "can I help you, sir?"

I nodded frantically, "Yes, my fiancé is in labor and he needs to get help right now!"

Her eyes widened, "he-?"

I cut her off, "Yes, we don't have all day!"

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I don't know how late it was in the day, but we were all here. Matty, Justin, Brendon, Jack, Alex, Tay, Jaime, Tony, and my brother...so many people came here to support Kellin and it was honestly the greatest feeling ever. I didn't know that we had so many friends who supported us and who really stuck with us. I was sitting off to the side, though. I gazed out the large clear window. We were pretty high up, and the city looked so beautiful form here. It made me remember the first ever date i'd taken Kellin on. We looked up at the stars on the beach, and I told him how a million waves in the ocean crashed at once to make him smile. I remember lacing our fingers when I was out of things to say, I remember kissing his lips and smiling into the kiss every time because the fireworks never got old. I don't think I'll ever find someone as good as Kellin, to be honest. Sure, he's replaceable, but he's one of a kind, there isn't quite anyone like him. And the thing was, I didn't care if he changed his appearance, acted different, spoke different, he'd still be Kellin, and I loved him, no matter what. He stuck with me through everything and put up with all my shit. Now he's having our child-

"Mr. Fuentes?" a voice interrupted me, and that caught all of our attention. I then got up from the comfortable chair in which I was about to drift off on and followed the doctor into the hallway, "your boyfriend, he wants you." she spoke, as she gave me a hospital gown to put over my clothes and a small mint green mouth-covering. We stepped in front of this door and right then and there I heard the high-pitched screams of Kellin. I looked at her frantically, and she shook her head, "you need to be here for him, it's the only way."

"Alright," I spoke as I exhaled, "open the door." I said. The doctor then proceeded to pen the two big giant doors, and that's when the sound amplified. I saw Kellin on the hospital bed with stray tears trickling down his face, his cheeks were red an di rushed over and took his hand, ignoring that the blankets were lifted and they were operating on him.

This was all new to me, and I wasn't that prepared, so I just held his hand and spoke to him the best way that I could, trying to distract him. He mostly just focused on my eyes, "darling you'll be okay. I love you and i'll never leave your side, I promise." I told him over all of the medications, and noises, and doctors orders. I know it was a terrible thought, but he still looked cut under all this pressure, and I was so content with him right in that moment. "I love you," he mouthed, and then suddenly, he rolled his eyes back, and I thought he'd passed out, but my questions and train of thought was cut off by a high-pitched cry. As I turned, I almost literally shit myself. I realized that this was an actual person Kellin had been growing. It all hit me at once like a million bricks, we made something, we created this kid...this beautiful baby girl. The nurse had wrapped her up in a yellow blanket and handed her to me. I smoothed her brunette hair of her eyes; they were green.