Scott McCall Imagines

Kids For Christmas

Three days. Three days until Christmas and three days overdue to give birth. It didn't seem like a lot but to Y/N it felt like three years. Her back hurt, her ankles were slightly swollen, and she was half afraid to get up out of fear that the baby would fall out onto the floor. Though she was still more calm than her husband.

Scott had taken off work the three days leading up to his wife's due date and every day since for fear of missing the birth of his first child, whom they had elected not to discover the sex of until the birth.

Y/N sat on the couch, feet on top of a stack of pillows, as she read another of her pregnancy magazines. Scott was pacing the floor in front of her reading a book of his own about birthing.

"Will you stop that please?"

"Stop what?"

"Pacing."

"I can't, I'm too nervous."

"Why don't you shift and go for a bit of a run. I'll yell if I need you."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, he has stayed put so far. I don't think you going for a run is going to get him moving."

"Alright, just because I'm agitated and it's getting to you. I won't be gone more than twenty minutes I promise." Scott kissed Y/N's forehead and quickly ran out the back door.

~~~

Twenty minutes later Scott walked back through the door, his grin dropping as soon as he saw Y/N moving steadily around their home.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh good you're back. So my contractions are down to every fifteen minutes so now is a good time to start heading to the hospital if I want to get that epidural and I do."

"Wait what? Contractions?"

"Yeah, they started early this morning but they have been really far apart, I didn't want to worry you." And like a switch Scott was no longer cool, calm and collected, running about the house in search of things that were already waiting by the door, including his wife. Though it was only a few minutes before they were out the door and on their way to the hospital.

~~~

Several agonizing hours later Y/N lay in her hospital bed sound asleep while Scott sat off to the side in a rocking chair, his son bundled up tightly in his arms when Stiles walked into the room.

"Hey, how's the little one?" Stiles whispered, a smirk on his lips as he watched his best friend hold his newborn.

"He's my baby."

Stiles chuckled, "Yeah, poor kid." Stiles sat himself in a plastic chair beside Scott.

Scott looked over at his best friend with tears in his eyes. "I've never loved anyone more than I love him," Scott turned to look at his wife for a moment, her sleeping form warming his heart. "Well except maybe her. I love her a hell of a lot."

Stiles patted Scott's back. "You're going to be such a good dad."

"I just hope to be better than mine."