My Missing Piece (A Mavin Fan Fiction)

Dads To Be

It was around six in the morning and I happened to be up to get a glass of water. It'd been weeks since Lindsay's appointment and she was due any time. Just as I was about to enter the kitchen from the living room, I saw a spider run towards me. "OH FUCK NO," I shouted and jumped on the couch. I do not like spiders. I looked around for it and saw it climb up on the couch, "NOPE." I jumped over to the coffee table which only resulted in me pushing the couch back, which pulled on the rug, causing me to slip and fall face first on the floor. I didn't even mind that and just scrambled to get on the coffee table. My cheek felt like someone took a cheese grater to it, probably because I scratched it on the rug. I heard a door creak open and Gavin walked out rubbing his eyes, "What ha- Why are you on the coffee table?" I pointed at the couch, "There's a big ass spider and it came after me." "Micoo, I'm pretty sure the spider did not come after y-" "Kill it," I demanded.

Gavin tossed his hands up and grabbed a shoe from next to the door before walking over, smashing the spider and cleaning off the shoe. He walked over to me and held a hand out to help me off the coffee table, "What happened to your face? It's bleeding." I reached my hand up and touched my cheek, pulling my hand back into view and seeing a tiny bit of blood on it, "It's a war wound. I told you it came after me." Gavin chuckled and dragged me to the bathroom, "You're very energetic this morning." I shrugged. Gavin took out the med kit and started to patch up my cheek. "We might as well just get ready for wo-" Gavin's phone started ringing and interrupted him. He went to go pick it up so I put the med kit away and walked into the bedroom to change. I remembered that conversation Gavin had with my mom a while back in the car. He told me she said to tell her whenever the baby came and she'd fly down here and watch her for us during the day.

"Lindsay, tell me you're joking," Gavin looked surprised. I pulled on my blue-jeans and slipped on an old Let's Play shirt. "Of course we're coming! We'll meet you there and I'll call everyone. Jesus Christ," Gavin moved fast and changed into presentable clothing and hung up the phone. "What was th-" "Lindsay's in labor!" Gavin interrupted. It felt like time sort of stopped after Gavin said that, "Fuck." He snatched my phone for me and we put our shoes on. I grabbed the car keys and drove Gavin and I to the hospital he said to go to. He managed to call whoever Lindsay wanted to be there while we were in the car. We rushed over to the front desk and I caught the lady's attention, "Hi, yeah. We're here to see Lindsay Tuggey. She's in labor with our kid so can you tell us what room?" The lady held up her pointer finger at me and clicked away at her computer, "Room 130, west wing." "Thanks," I muttered before Gavin rushed me to her room.

Lindsay was laying on the hospital bed with sweat on her face. Barbara, Steffie, and Mica were already in the room. "Listen to me Jones. You fucking owe me for this kid," Lindsay snapped, making me giggle. I saw the girls giggling too. Lindsay shot glances to them and they stopped. I looked at the only nurse in the room and whispered something to her, "Did you give her any medicine?" The nurse smiled and nodded, "Full doses. Are you the husband?" I almost burst out in laughter and pointed to Gavin, "That's my husband. She's our friend that's just carrying our kid for us." The nurse nodded, "Oh that's sweet of her!" I nodded back, "Isn't i-" Lindsay groaned and interrupted us, "If one more fucking contraction comes I'm gonna kick someone's ass." The nurse placed a wet cloth on Lindsay's forehead, "You're at eight centimeters, dear. It's gonna be a little while." Lindsay groaned and braced herself for what I assumed was another contraction.

After an hour or two, Lindsay was at ten centimeters. The nurse wheeled her off to the delivery room while we all waited in the original room. Gavin and I sat and talked to the girls and I started to get extremely nervous and I knew Gavin was too. I was holding his hand and could feel his heartbeat. I zoned out and paid attention to his heartbeat. I remembered Gavin's slight issue with being in charge of things, like, he wasn't bad at it, he just gets anxious. I liked being in charge most of the time because it gave me something to think about other than my- Fuck what was that word the stupid therapist called me when I was twelve. Schizophrenia, yeah that's right. It's such a thrown-around word now that I forgot about it. "Earth to Michael," Mica waved a hand in front of me and snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up at her and then to everyone in the room.

Gavin squeezed my hand and I looked over at him. "Are you as scared about this as I am?" He whispered. I nodded and squeezed his hand back. Barbara stood up, "I'm gonna go snag some snack out of the vending machine, who wants something?" "Surprise us," I nodded to her and she nodded back, "Anyone wanna come with?" Mica and Steffie stood up and followed her out. Gavin and I were left alone in the room. He leaned his head on my shoulder, "We don't know anything about raising a child, Micoo. What if we slip up?" I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, "Not one parent every knows how to raise their kids at first, Gavvy." Gavin sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist. He moved himself so he could burry his face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around his back, "We're going to have to best damn kid out there." I heard Gavin chuckle and I tightened the hug for a second.