Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Dylan - You go into Labour

You suddenly rose from your bed with a sharp pain shooting through your abdomen and a pool of wetness on the space of the bed beneath you. You clutched onto your nine-month pregnant stomach and squeezed your eyes together, an immense pain soaring through you. You groaned and your hand reached out for Dylan. You felt his bicep and squeezed, trying to get his attention.

"Dylan." You moaned. He tiredly mumbled a response and you squeezed again.

"What's wrong?" He muttered in a raspy voice, sleep evident in his tone.

"It's time." You breathe out, the sharp pain slowly leaving your body. Your pants had subsided and you were able to hear Dylan's reply.

"Holy shit." He says, shoving the covers off him and quickly switching his bedside lamp on. He rushes to your side and takes your arms, helping you off the bed. "Are you in pain?" He asks, you shake your head.

"The pain has just gone." You answer, gripping onto his forearms for support.

With you holding onto Dylan's arms, he guides you to the stairs to get to the car. You slowly take a step down the first step when a loud yelp of pain escapes your mouth as you unexpectedly feel another contraction. Your knees buckle and you fall slightly, Dylan's hold keeping you up.

"Okay, okay." He coos as you begin to breath heavy, attempting to cope with the unbearable pain. He lowers you to the step beneath you and you feel it come into contact with your butt. You let your body ease and lean your back against the step behind you, closing your eyes as you let out another groan. You feel Dylan's hands caress your cheek gently as you breathe in and out.

"You're okay, baby." He speaks softly as his thumb continues to stroke your cheek. Your closed mouth muffles your next groan and you hang your head forward. His hand goes to your hair as he soothingly glides his fingers along it. The pain begins to fade and you slowly look up at Dylan with tired eyes.

"Please just get me to the damn car." You impatiently and frustratedly request. Dylan gets up and bends down to grip your forearms, bringing you up and helping you down the stairs. You so desperately wanted to get to the car before your next contraction began, you wanted no more delays in getting to the hospital.

You finally got to the car and you instantly felt so much more relieved. Dylan helped you into the car and jogged to the driver's side, getting in and turning on the engine. You leaned your head back on the head rest behind you and closed your eyes, breathing in and out to help you calm down. This was hands down one of the scariest things you've ever had to do – and the hardest part hadn't even come yet. And like a punch to the gut, the pain was back and worse than before. You shouted from the pain, gripping the handle above you so hard that your knuckles were turning white. Dylan worriedly looked at you, then back to the road. He reached his hand out and took yours, stroking it with his thumb.

"Do you want me to stop the car?" He asked, looking back at you with scared eyes.

"No!" You pant out, beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead.

"Okay. You're doing so good, Y/N. Keep breathing in and out." He tried to comfort you, but you could sense the fear in his voice. The car immediately picked up speed, and the street lights lighting up the empty roads rushed by you in a blur. You let out a loud moan of pain, this contraction seeming to last longer than the previous two. You grip Dylan's hand harder, both your hands having death grips on what they were holding. A tear slips from your eye and you pant hard.

"We're almost there, baby." He says. You feel a breath of relief pass your lips when the hospital comes into sight and your contract begins to weaken. Dylan comes to a stop in front of the hospital and frantically runs to your door, swinging it open and helping you out. You walk as fast as you can to the reception with Dylan holding your arm to keep you steady. Once inside, a lady at the reception desk sees your obvious discomfort and gets up from her chair, coming to your side and taking your arm.