Tim X connor

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"Connor! Please!" I yelled as Connor just laughed. I frowned and held the leash to Our dog. He barked and ran around me getting us both tangled up. I untangled myself from the dog and handed Connor the leash. Simon, our Great Dane dog, barked and trotted beside me.

"Aw. Tim he just loves you," Connor said smiling at me. I frowned and set my hand on my stomach. I felt a kick and smiled. Connor and I walked to our apartment and went inside. I went straight to the couch and simon followed. I laid on the couch and watched Simon lay next to me. He laid his head on my large stomach. Simon and I laid on the couch like that for a few hours. After a bit Connor came out and went to touch my stomach, but was stopped by Simon. Simon, who normally loved Connor more than me, growled at Connor.

"Simon, Whats Wrong with you? I want to fell the baby kick!" He set his hands near my stomach. Simon went to bite his hand, but Connor jerked it away.

"Simon!" He frowned and looked at me. I laughed and watched he two. They continued like that for an hour before Simon let Connor touch my stomach.

"Haha. I win!" Connor smiled and rubbed my stomach. Simon growled and bit Connor's arm.

"Ow!" Connor jerked his hand away and frowned.

"Bad simon!" He glared at our dog. Simon growled and laid his head on my stomach. I laughed softly finding it all amusing.

"Oh haha Tim. It's sooooo funny!" Connor pouted and sat down beside me. Simon growled and watched Connor. Connor sighed and frowned.

"It is!" I smiled and pet simon's Head. He licked my hand and shut his eyes. I smiled and looked at Connor.

"I think Simon likes his brother," Connor nodded and sighed. He put an arm around me and kissed my forehead. I chuckled at Connor and smiled at Simon. All of us stayed on the couch watching movies for a while. After a bit Connor and I got tired. We both went to bed and laid down. Simon curled up next to my feet. I smiled and hugged Connor falling asleep quickly. That night I didn't sleep. I just drifted.

When i woke up I frowned and rubbed my stomach. I felt pain, but it was a dull pain. I frowned and got up. I walked out of the room room and walked around. The pain came back after going away. When it did come back it was twice as painful. I had to stop walking and lean against the wall. I grunted as I waited for the pain to go away. I made my way to the living room and sat down on the couch. I heard paws hit the tile floor of the kitchen and knew simon had come to check on me.

"Tim? You ok?" I jumped and turned when I heard Connor. I smiled weakly and nodded.

"I'm ok... sorry if I woke you" Connor shrugged and smiled. He went over to me and set his hand on my stomach. He frowned and looked at me.

"You're having contractions aren't you?" I nodded slowly and frowned. Connor frowned and looked at me.

"So, I'll go set up the birthing pool" I nodded and watched Connor walk off. I sighed and sat on the couch as the contractions got worse. When Connor came back he filled the pool with Luke warm water and helped me into the pool. I sat there and sighed.

"Hey, it's ok Tim," I nodded and panted as a contraction ripped through my body. I gripped Connor's hand and groaned. I felt something and looked at Connor.

"Connor.... my water just broke...." Connor nodded and frowned.

"Ok, just start pushing on the next contraction, ok?" I nodded and listened to him. When a contraction hit I pushed. Connor nodded and frowned. He stripped down to his boxers and got in the birthing pool behind me. He pulled me back so I leaned against him. I panted and pushed on every contraction. It took about twenty five minutes. Then the baby slid out and I grabbed them. I pulled them to my chest and looked at him smiling. The baby squirmed and cried until he got to my chest.

"C-Connor... H-He's here" I looked up at Connor. Connor smiled and nodded. He rested his chin on my shoulder. I looked down at our son and smiled.

"Hey Lukas," I said looking at him. He made noises and set his head over my heart. I cooed and smiled softly at him.

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