David's P.O.V
I'm sitting in bed when I get a sharp pain in my stomach, but it only last for about a minute. Not thinking anything of it I get up out of bed to do use the bathroom.
Today I'm 2 months. I walk the the baby's room next to Liam's and I room. The baby's bedroom is all fixed up in green and black. The furniture is black and the walls are a pale green and the carpet is black. The crib is in the middle of the room, on the left is the changing table, diapers, wipes, bottles, formula, and clothes on the shelves, the closet is full of different sizes of baby clothes. My favorite piece of furniture, is the black rocking chair.
As I'm looking at my baby's room, I feel arms wrap around me, a kiss to the back of my head has me turning in Liam's arms.
"Baby you shouldn't be on your feet, the baby can come at anytime." He nags me. He picks me up bridal style and carries me back to the room, me pouting all the way there.
"But I'm bored!" I whine crossing my arms, as he sits me on the bed.
"And almost due. Baby please stay in bed!" he begs me.
Reluctantly I nod my head and pout. At that moment a sharp pain hit my lower pain. I whimper out, causing Liam to look to me.
"I'm fine, the pain will be gone in a minute." I tell him, but being the overprotective mate, he carries me to the doctors. Getting to the room, he calls the doc over.
"He's having pains. Please doc is my mate okay?" he panics.
The doc smiles at him. "David's going into labor."
Liam's P.O.V
David screams again while squeezing the life out of my hand. I whisper encouraging words to him. Telling him how much I love him for giving me our son.
"I see the head!" The doctor screams out.Tears run down David's face. He bits his lip. Squeezing my hand, he pushes with all his might.
The scream of a baby has me turning to my son. He's beautiful. Even all red and slimy. His arms and legs move around. The nurse takes my son cleaning out his mouth and nose. Wrapping him in a blue blanket, she hands him over to David.
Tears still running down his face he sobs. "My little boy!"
"What should we call him." I whisper in my love's ear.
"Dom." He whispers out sweetly.
"Dom. I love it." I look down at my son, knowing already that he will have me wrapped around his finger like his daddy.
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