///Brendon Urie Imagines///

Sweet Child O' Mine

"Mr. and Mrs. Urie, you can come see your daughter now," I let out a breath of relief and Brendon grabs my hand. Our first child, whom we had decided to call 'Charlie', was born a few weeks earlier than planned. This had of course sent Brendon and I into panic mode, we didn't know how our child would be affected by it. I know I was a crying wreck as I lay in the hospital bed, but Brendon tried his hardest to stay strong. He would comfort me as I cried and tell me everything was going to be alright, but the way he spoke showed me that he wasn't certain either. It wasn't until I heard him whimpering to himself last night as I pretended to sleep that I realized he wanted to be strong for me. 

He pushed my wheelchair down the long hallway to the NICU and I couldn't help but let more tears fall from my eyes. My baby girl, my Charlie. She had to spend the first few hours of her life alone in a plastic box so that they could do testing on her. I hadn't even gotten the chance to hold her yet. 

My hand flew to cover my mouth when I saw her. She had my hair... my nose... and Brendon's eyes and lips. I contemplated jumping out of the chair and running over to her, but I knew that would only cause me more damage. I hadn't exactly been in the best shape since she came out, but I was slowly recovering. Brendon wheeled me as close as possible before leaning down towards the plastic. His smile was huge and he had stars in his eyes. 

"Charlie Urie, I love you, baby." The nurse had told us just moments ago that we could hold her, but Brendon hesitated. 

"Go on, B," I encouraged. His eyes lit up as he held a finger out to her, which she happily took. Both of our eyes welled with tears and our daughter clung to his finger, she was so small compared to him. 

"Would you like to hold her, now?" The woman asked him, and he nodded excitedly. He sat down on one of the rocking chairs in the corner as she wrapped Charlie in a small blanket. He cradled her in his arms, as if she was going to shatter suddenly. 

"She's so beautiful, B." I bring myself closer to them and lay my hand under one of his. He looks at me and smiles graciously. His hair is pulled into one of his hats, and he was still dressed in his pajamas. I'd woken him up suddenly while we were sleeping last night, I knew something was up. He was so freaked out driving to the hospital, Charlie wasn't supposed to be here for a while still. But seeing her now, she was just perfect. A little ray of sunshine. I just wished that I could hold her for myself. The nurse must have read my mind, because the next thing I knew she was offering for me to take her. 

I held my girl in my arms, freely letting the tears fall. Brendon pressed his forehead against mine, letting his tears fall as well. They weren't just tears of happiness, these were something so much better. Our daughter was going to be okay. Our family was going to begin in a few days when we brought her home. Brendon had rescheduled a few of the upcoming tour dates, and luckily the fans all understood. We hadn't announced Charlie's birth to the public yet, we've only told our families and friends. We'd seen plenty of paparazzi on our way to the hospital, so we knew that it would be out today. 

Charlie was just under twenty-four hours old and was already the most amazing person on the face of the planet, I just knew it. 

I wasn't sure how long we sat there in silence just holding each other. The nurse had eventually told us that it was time for Charlie to sleep, and that if she was still good then we'd be able to take her home tomorrow. That filled me with immeasurable joy. I kissed her head and Brendon copied my actions before I carefully laid her down in her crib. 

"Goodnight Charlie, we love you," Brendon said. This was going to be the first of thousands of tuck-ins with our baby. I couldn't wait to bring her home. When we got back to my room, Brendon and I let loose again. "We did it, Y/n, we're parents." I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me.

"We're parents," I restated, loving the sound of the words. If you would have asked me three years ago whether I wanted kids, I would have said no. It all changed when Brendon and I got married. We both felt the urge to become parents, and we finally got it. Charlie was the best thing to happen to both of us. 

"I love you so much, baby." I kissed his lips lightly and he laid down on the bed next to me. I snuggled into him, which cause quite a struggle because of the IV that they kept in my arm. I fell asleep in the love of my life's arms, ready to start this whole new adventure together.