Sanders sides oneshots

The Show

Requested by the amazing JackSmellington
Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil)
Mpreg
Virgil's POV
Human AU

I stand on my tip toes to kiss my husband goodbye. Roman's going to perform Hamilton, leaving his nine month pregnant husband home alone.

"Remember, call me only for emergencies. I love you, Virgil." Roman whispers and I shoot a playful glare.

"I love you too. In all seriousness, I'll only call if it's an emergency. Now hurry up and go you dork!" I exclaim and he smiles and kisses me passionately.

"I'll see you tonight." He whispers to my large bump.

"Hopefully they'll wait." I whisper and he smiles up at me before turning and leaving.

Two hour time skip

I wake up from my nap with a sharp pain in my abdomen. Then another five minutes later. I call my dad in tears, fearing for my baby's safety.

"Virgil? What's wrong baby?" He asks and I whimper at another large pain.

"Baby...Hurts...Need Papa." I whisper between painful contractions.

"LOGAN! VIRGIL'S HAVING THE BABY!" He screams at Papa.

"Virgil, Where's Roman?" He asks and I sob.

I hear the door unlock and my parents rush in. They find me curled in a ball, feeling as if the baby were slowly tearing me apart. Papa checks me quickly and gasps.

"He won't make it to the hospital. Patton, grab scissors, string, blankets for both him and the baby, a onesie, all the towels you can find, and fill the tub with lukewarm water. Hurry!" He yells and Dad runs off.

Dad runs back with all the needed materials as I silently sob. He calls Roman and I can hear Roman yelling at him. Papa looks at me then motions for Dad to hand him the phone.

"YOUR HUSBAND IS IN LABOR! GET HERE!" Papa yells and I sob loudly.

He hangs up then quickly turns his attention to me. He sets everything up and spreads my legs. I watch as his face lights up.

"You're ready to push! You can do this Virgil!" He exclaims.

"Not without Roman!" I screech and he sighs.

I hear someone enter the house and gasp, both of my parents leaving to check who it is. I hear faint yelling then three pairs of footsteps rush upstairs. I feel the pressure become too much as my husband opens the door. I grab his hand for dear life as Papa explains how to push.

I push down as hard as I can, screaming at the top of my lungs. Everything on me is aching to stop, have some sort of relief, but I keep going. I feel my eyelids droop but stay strong for my baby's sake.

"Stay with me Virgil! Just a few more big pushes!" Papa exclaims and I push down again.

I hold my husband's hand with one strong grip and my Dad's with one just as strong. I try to focus on the snow outside as I push. After what seems like nothing now, I feel relief wash over my aching body.

The silence of the room is deafening. I sob as I desperately grab for my baby, Papa silently placing him in my arms. I tap on his back to try to get him to let me know he's alive. Eventually an ear-piercing cry fills the room and I sob.

"Virgil, I never should've left you on your own. I'm so sorry." Roman whispers, and I wipe the tears off his cheeks.

"It's not your fault. Just relax and meet your son. Also, you need to cut the cord." I whisper and he smiles.

Papa points out where to cut the cord and Dad helps me get comfortable. I hold my newborn son and smile wide. I smile and remember the name we picked out. Andrew Sanders.

Now I'm kinda glad I was left alone.