"Andrew! Hurry up!" you yelled at your husband Andrew Shaw.
You were having contractions, and they were getting closer and closer together. Andrew had dropped everything and ran when he heard that you were going into labour. He didn't even finish the hockey game that he was playing in.
"I'm coming Y/N!" He called back, rushing out of the dressing room. His hair was still a sweaty mess but my god he still looked good.
"Okay let's go!" you said, quickly walking out to where his car was parked. The two of you got in and Andrew sped off to the hospital.
When you got there, the doctor said you were 6 cm dilated, and that you only had a little more time until you had to start pushing. You were in so much pain, but it was too late to give you an epidural so you just had to deal with it.
As you laid in the hospital bed, cringing with every contraction, Andrew rubbed small circles on your hand, comforting you and doing the best he could to make you more comfortable. Finally, the doctor came in and said it was time to start pushing.
"One more push Y/N, you can do it!" the doctor said, as you gave one last push. Finally the baby was here! You and Andrew were both so excited to be parents, and finally it was time!
"Great job honey, you did great!" Andrew said, kissing you sweetly on the lips. You smiled at him, and held his hand while you waited for the new baby to get weighed and measured.
The nurse finally gave you your new beautiful baby girl to hold. You decided that you'd name her Emily May Shaw. You took turns holding her with Andrew, and you were amazed with how good he was with her. You could already tell he was going to be a great dad.
Sorry this one's so short, but I hope you liked it!!
