That Dress Won't Fit Soon

Eleven

Today is the day. Today is the day that Brendon and Sarah are going to become parents. Sarah started to have contractions in the middle of the night and Brendon showed up soon after. He had a panic attack just driving to the hospital, giving himself a pep-talk the whole way.

"You're going to be strong for your wife, Brendon. You are going to hold her hand, help her breathe, just fucking be there for her! Don't pass out, don't make any jokes, don't crave a joint, just be her fucking husband for once!" Brendon pulled into the parking lot and practically jumped out of the car, running into the building. Once he got to Sarah's room, he saw her on a birthing ball.

"Oh thank fucking god you're here!" She sighed, bouncing up and down on the ball. Brendon smiled, kneeling down and grabbing her hands. 

"Of course I'm here!" Sarah squeezed Brendon's hands, closing her eyes. "How long have you been in labor?" 

"About two hours. The doctors just thought I was having Braxton Hicks again so that's why it took them so long to call you." Brendon smiled.

"Well, all that matters is that I'm here now. Say, how about we take a little walk, it might speed things up a bit!" Sarah stood up, stretching her back before smiling at Brendon. "You're beautiful." Sarah scoffed, placing her hands on her stomach.

"I don't feel beautiful!" Brendon stood up with her, placing his arms around her. 

"You're always beautiful. I just hope you always know that, babe." They start to walk in the corridor of the hospital, Brendon softly singing My Way by Frank Sinatra. They both love that song, Brendon more then Sarah, but they both love it. It was soothing, just what Sarah needed.

"I think we should head back, I feel a little bit of pressure." Brendon turned them around, wrapping his arm around Sarah's hip to stabilize her. The whole walk back Brendon was holding back a panic attack as hard as he could. He knew if he had a panic attack he would have to leave the room, and if he did, he might miss everything.