NBA Imagines

She's Here •Devin Booker•

(Y/b/f= your best friend)

*Your pov*

I was sitting on the couch watching a few episodes of my favorite show. Devin my husband of 3 years was at his late practice for the day. As much as he's committed to basketball he's been by my side every step of the way. These 9 months have been hard on me but he hasn't gave up. And that's all I ever need.

If I wasn't 9 months pregnant I wouldn't be eating some weird craving that only pregnant woman eat. I never actually liked watermelon but to hell I eat it like crazy. My mom was just the same when she had me so maybe I inherited it.

I reach down to grab another slice of the delicious watermelon and the bowel was empty. I sigh and heave myself up from the comfy position on the couch.

As I walk to the kitchen a sharp pain in my stomach stops me immediately. I groan, by now you'd think I'd be use to them but I haven't had a contraction this hard before. Suddenly I felt my shorts become wet and I look down at the puddle in the floor.

"Holy shit." I whisper and I go into complete shock. "Sorry! Don't cuss with a baby in your stomach." I fuss to myself and waddle to my phone. Devin was on speed dial for specific reasons like this. I didn't think he would answer but nevertheless I left him a message. And about 50 text messages.

"Devin Baby Booker is on her way. You better get to the hospital asap." I leave a message and then call my best friend.

"Y/n is everything okay?" She asks me and another contraction comes. I groan even louder.

"Baby Booker is on her way. I need you to take me to the hospital. Devin is at practice and isn't picking his phone up." I waddle up the stairs with her still on the phone.

"I'm on my way. Keep calling Devin. Call the freakin coach if you have to." We hang up and I grab the hospital bag with extra outfits and things that we may need for the stay.

I literally waddle back down the steps and I hear a honk outside. I grab my phone, keys, and bag. Y/b/f gets out of the car and helps me in the car.

Once were both settled she backs out and I call Devin one more time. He still doesn't answer. I scroll through the emergency contacts and find the coaches number, Earl Watson.

The phone rings a few times before answering. "Hello this is Earl Watson head coach for-" I cut him off.

"Booker. Give the phone to Devin Booker NOW." Another contraction came and it was agonizing pain. I didn't like how close and painful they were getting. Everything was happening so fast. What happened with "it'll take a few minutes in between each contraction" Doctor Thomas told me. Lies.

"Um okay." I hear some shuffling and the basketballs suddenly stopped hitting the ground. "Booker get over here. It's your wife." You hear him yelling.

"Y/n? Is everything okay?" He was breathing heavy.

"Baby Booker is on her way. You need to get to the hospital now." I suck in a sharp breath at the painful contraction.

"Oh My GOD! Coach I have to go. Baby Booker is coming!" The line goes dead and I assume he was on his way.

We pull into the hospital and y/b/f drives up to the emergency entrance. She gets out and assists me. She holds on to me and walks me up tithe front desk.

"Tell Doctor Thomas baby Booker is on her way." I tell the front desk lady and she stands up from her seat quickly. I watch her run back to find the doctor and another nurse brings me a wheel chair.

"Y/b/f call everyone and tell them! And make sure Devin finds his way back here quick." I was shouting out orders to her has they were wheeling me to the delivery floor.