That Dress Won't Fit Soon

Twelve

Brendon had to step out of the room. He just couldn't sit in that room anymore, he felt too Closter phobic.

"Baby, go take a walk or something. You're hyperventilating." Sarah said to Brendon as she held the bars to the bed as hard as she could. 

"No, I don't want to leave you..." Sarah sighed, opening her eyes and looking at him with a sweet smile. 

"A ten-minute walk will probably do nothing, Brenny. Just go take a breather!" Brendon kissed Sarah's hand and stood up, walked out into the hallway. He sighed as he pulled out his phone, looking at Twitter. People he follows are still talking about Ryan's death. So is Brendon, actually. He thinks about him every day, knowing that he is no longer here. 

"Brendon! We're late!" Ryan yelled out of the bathroom. It was a tour stop and to be honest, the whole band was falling apart. 

"I'm coming!" Ryan exited the bathroom to see Brendon sitting on the bed smiling. "I've been waiting for you to finish in there for like, an hour." Brendon sighed, grabbing his coat.

"Sorry, I just needed it." Ryan looked around and sighed. "Look, we gotta talk..." Brendon cocked an eyebrow, looking at Ryan weirdly.

"About what?" 

"The band... I want out." Brendon felt his heartbreak, hearing this out of nowhere. "I'm sorry, Bren. I just, need to move on from this whole Panic thing. But promise me, you'll never ditch this band."

Brendon walked around the corridors in laps, finding himself in the same place he found out Ryan passed. He sighed, taking a few steps back before turning around entirely. His walk slowly turned into a slow run, then a full-on sprint. Once he got into the Labor and Delivery, he knew. He knew that those ten minutes was not a good idea. 

He walked into the room, seeing Sarah's face scrunched up in pain. Brendon immediately got back on the side of the bed, making Sarah's eyes open. 

"Oh, thank god..." She mutters, grabbing Brendon's hand and squeezing. 

"I'm here, don't you worry!" She closed her eyes again, starting to once again push. Sarah let out a small squeak through the small gap in her lips. 

"C'mon, Sarah, one more push!" She mover her chin to her chest, letting out a growl. Brendon cringed, hating seeing Sarah in pain. All of the sudden, Sarah's face relaxed and a loud cry filled the room. She opened her eyes and looked at Brendon with a smile. 

"We're parents..." Brendon nodded, feeling the tears brim in his eyes. 

"You did it, baby..." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. 

"Does Dad want to cut the umbilical cord?" The doctor asked with a smile. Brendon nodded, getting up and walking over to their baby. The umbilical cord was already clamped. He took the scissors from the doctor's hand, snipping the weird skin. He watched as the baby was placed on Sarah's chest. Brendon sat back down in the chair next to the bed, watching as Sarah cried looking at the new baby. "Have you guys decided on a name, since you two knew the gender?" Both Brendon and Sarah smiled. 

"Gemma Grace Urie."