The Babysitter- A Mike Dirnt Fan Fic

A Day To Remember

*Mike's POV*

My hands are folded as I lean my elbows on my knees and wait patiently for Iris' next contraction. They were getting closer, but I was getting impatient and worried.

I didn't know how all of this was supposed to work and neither did she. Was it supposed to take this long? I've been pacing the room for a while and after that I sat my as s down after realizing that I was only making her more nervous. Now my ass is numb, I'm tired and nervous, and the beeping sound coming from her heart monitor is getting annoying. Honestly, I'd prefer to spend my time walking around and listening to her scream in pain than just sit here and wonder if something was going wrong.

I had accepted nine months ago that I was going to be a father, but now the reality was sinking in that in a number of hours I would actually hold a baby in my arms that belonged to me.

She has another contraction that drags me from my thoughts, and all I can really do is sit and watch her as she clutches sheets that make her knuckles turn white and her heart monitor increase it's annoying beeping.

The first few times I held her hand and at least stood beside her, but then she would cry and tell me that nothing was helping. So I sat my as s down and now I can't feel it.

I run my hands through my hair and blow out an unsteady breath as I watch the same nurses enter the room and look under her hospital gown.

I felt awkward an uncomfortable as they did this, but I couldn't imagine how Iris must feel right now.

I've been butting out all this time as they said things I didn't understand, but when I heard the words "water" and "broke" I suddenly became alert.

"Huh?" The word escapes me as I look up, and I can feel my own heart beat increase when her contraction doesn't go away quickly like the other's.

I'm lost and tangled in a mess of nurses and a doctor. I'm having trouble even finding where the bed is that I can't ask questions.

But I was pretty certain that I wouldn't have to wait too much longer until she gave birth.

"Babe? Iris? Are you okay?" Finally being able to squeeze by her side, her eyes are screwed shut, tears stain her cheeks, and she's shaking.

Her eyes open at my voice, and she reaches out for my hand that I grasp around hers.

"It hurts, Mike. I'm scared" I was scared, too, hell I didn't know what to do.

"I'm here, alright?" It seems to be the only thing I can assure her of, and as the Doctor is speaking to a nurse, a different nurse comes to her side and begins to try talking to her to calm her nerves.

And then everything is a blur. It's screams and cries and sons and incomprehensible words. My stomach clutches and my nerves are making me feel sick as I crouch beside Iris' bed.

The fog that clouded my brain and the sickness in my stomach is gone as I hear a cry that doesn't belong to Iris.

It's high pitched and kind of wet sounding. It sounds like it's choking and gasping as the screams escape it, and I soon realize that as the rest of the room grows silent, that the cries belong to the child that was just born.

Iris lays breathless with her head turned towards me as she watches the tiny pink baby be cleaned and bundled in a blanket.

I watch and stay silent as the baby is passed over me and placed on Iris' chest.

The baby still cries and I sit still wondering how such a simple act could make a baby appear in nine months. If you haven't figured this out yet, I'm still figuring out the whole 'Dad' thing.