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The Pregnancy Series | Pt. 9 | You Go Into Labor

The Ninth Month Of Your Pregnancy
This is the second to last part!

Seth:
     Colby was tickling you playfully when your water broke. The two of you had been gently playing around for most of the afternoon even though you were nine months pregnant. There was a painless gush before you froze in shock. Colby's laughter seized as he noticed your sudden changed expression. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asked. You shook your head, "My water just broke. My water just broke!" Colby's eyes widened as he began rambling. "Wow. Alright. Jaxon is ready to be born. I need to get your baby bag. Can you change? Do you need help? Does it hurt? I need to call the hospital! You are so beautiful! What the hell am I doing? Let's get you ready!" He said in piled up sentences. You just nodded and let him put you in dry underwear and pair of loose sweats. Colby grabbed your hospital bag and soon enough you were on your way to deliver your baby boy. Colby had calmed down a little but he was still panicking about whether or not you were in pain. Surprisingly you took your contractions pretty well. That is until they began to spread across your bump. "You will never touch my body again! I will rip off your beard!" You yelled out as he drove even faster. You could tell he was getting nervous again. When you finally made it to the hospital Colby requested a wheelchair for you. The nurses were quick to get you into a bed and Colby into a chair. He held your hand through each one of your contractions until you accidentally ended up breaking one of his fingers. "Y/N! I know your hurting but I need my fingers!" He yelled out. Someone tended to his hand as you finally began to push. It took three hours to finally get to this moment but it was all worth it when a curly haired baby boy appeared on your chest. He was loud as he cried but not as loud as his father. "My boy! He's finally here! We did it, baby!" He yelled as a nurse continued to tend to his hand. Jaxon Daniel Lopez was born at exactly 8lbs with dark brown curly hair, dark eyes, and a sweet habit of clinging to his father's broken index finger. "He's perfect. You did a good job, baby. You've given me the right to call my self a dad and I can't wait to raise him with you," Colby spoke with a dreamy smile on his face as Jaxon held onto his finger.

Roman:
Your water broke while Joe was taking a nap. He was snoring loudly as you felt a gush between your legs. It was absolutely disgusting and made you want to throw up but instead you smacked Joe on the chest, "Get up! Your son is coming right now!" Joe sat up quickly and rubbed at his eyes as he got up slowly. "Damn it! You need to act like you're running to the ring and hurry up! I don't know when my contractions are going to start and you're moving like a snail!" You yelled out. He simply gave you a look and helped you off of the bed. "You and I are going to have a baby boy and despite you being in pain we are going to get along. Now, come get changed and I'll take you you he hospital," he said. His way of handling things made you feel calm. He was being the rational one. You cleaned up and managed to slip on a pair of underwear and a loose maxi dress. Once Joe had gotten your bag ready he helped you get into the car where you began your first contractions. "Breathe, baby," Joe told you as he drove with one hand and held yours with the other. You could tell you were hurting him but he never made a face. You breathed in and out until the contraction faded away. Eventually he got you to the hospital and Joe carried you to the entrance because your contractions were getting worse. The nurses got you into a room and you were soon crying through your pain and holding Joe's arms close to your body. He wiped away your sweat and had calming conversation with you. It was finally time to push so Joe held one of your legs while your closest family member held the other. After a painful delivery a tan baby boy was born. He cried out as he was cleaned up by the nurses and you cried as Joe kissed your forehead. "You did it, baby girl. I'm so proud of you," he said as your son was finally brought to you. Joseph Issac Anoa'i was born at 7lbs 3oz with his father's frown, your hair, and a sudden obsession with Joe. "Absolutely perfect. My little man," Joe smiled as he held Joseph to his chest.

Dean:
Jonathan happened to be laying on your legs when he was suddenly graced with the fluid of your water breaking. The look on his face was priceless when he sat up. "This is probably the most disgusting thing that has ever happened to me but I will not make a face," he said as he helped you get out of bed. Although you were having mild contractions you surprisingly stayed calm as Jonathan got the both of you cleaned up and got you into the car. "You surprise me all the time, woman. Anything you need right now?" He asked as he began driving towards the hospital? You thought for a moment before telling him, "I know you're not supposed to eat during labor but can we get french fries?" You asked. He chuckled and took a detour to the closet fast food restaurant. He ordered enough fries for four people and went back to driving you to the hospital. "Is it normal not be screaming during labor?" Jonathan asked as you both shoved fries into your mouth. "I don't know but Deana is being a good baby so far," you responded. You eventually made it to the hospital where the nurses escorted you to a room. They asked you about your pain level and to their surprise you were at no more than a two. "They took my fries," you pouted as Jonathan rubbed a hand over your belly. "It's alright. I'll buy you more after Deana is born," he smiled at you. When you were ready to push the pain everyone had been talking about flared up. It was expected though considering you pushing a small human being out of your body. "Jonathan, babe! Please hold my hand! Forget my leg! Please hold my hand," you begged as you began crying. He left your leg to a nurse and held your hand close to him. "You are the strongest woman I know. You can do this, darling," he told you as you nodded and continued pushing. The shrieking cry of your baby girl finally released your body of all pain. You opened your eyes to see your daughter. When the nurses had cleaned her up and placed her on your chest you began crying at how beautiful she was. Deana Marie Good was born at 7lbs exactly with your nose, Jonathan's hair, and an adorable little smile that had Jonathan wrapped around her tiny finger immediately. "My two girls. My two perfect girls," he smiled as he rubbed his index finger across Deana's cheek.