Dylan O'brien Imagines

Red carpet part 2

It's been 3 months since Dylan told the world and so far we haven't had any problems.

Sure, when Dylan went away to film Teen Wolf it hurt like a Bitch and you wanted to cry, but he called you every day and you Skyped a lot.

He's been home for two months and you were entering the last month of your pregnancy.
Last week you decided her name, April Madison O'Brien. You are going to get married a few months after you have the baby. Nothing big, just some friends and family...

"Babe! I told you that I could baby proof the house by myself." Dylan says. He is running around the house like a maniac.

"I don't see why we couldn't have just called someone that actually knows what there doing."

He pouts "hey. I know what I'm doing..." you smile and kiss his head "I know."

That night
You woke up in the middle of the night in pain it felt like a water melon was trying to come out of you.

"Shit..."

You muttered before standing up and putting on a pair of pajama pants.

"Dylan, wake up." You said as you shook him He groaned and opened his eyes.

"Y/n? Baby what's wrong? Why are you up?"

You zipped up you jacket and felt another contraction. you whimpered.

"Dylan I need you to get your ass up right now because your child is comming and I can't drive like this!!!!"

His eyes widened and he jumped from the bed. By the time you sliped your flip flops on he was already dressed and grabbing his keys.

He helped you to the car and you drove to the hospital.

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"Come on y/n you can do It! Just one more push and it's over."

Dylan said as you screamed in pain.

"O- k oo- k"

you panted out and you held his hand tighter. You screamed one last time and then the pain wasn't as bad...

Then you heard crying and laughed through the tears that were streaming down your face.

Dylan kissed your forehead.

   "You did it baby, you did it." You once again smiled and watched as the nurse brought you your baby girl and layed her in your arms as Dylan worshiped her.

"Oh my god she's beautiful." You whispered.

You held her for a few minutes but then you softly layed her in her father's arms.

Dylan acted as if she was a porcline doll that could break at any moment.

She started to fuss a bit and he started to rock her back and forth.

"Shhh, it's okay. Daddy's here, and I will never ever leave you."

And he didn't