What happened at night (Thiam)(Rewriting)

Chapter 9

Previously on What happened at night

Theo's Pov

As the night wears on, I find myself slipping in and out of consciousness, each moment of sleep a fleeting reprieve from the intensity of labor. And though the journey ahead is fraught with uncertainty, I take comfort in the knowledge that with Liam by my side, I can face whatever challenges may come, ready to welcome our precious baby into the world with open arms and a heart full of love.

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Theo's Pov

I drift into a fitful sleep, a sudden sensation jolts me awake. My eyes snap open, and I'm met with the startling realization that my water has broken. Panic surges through me as I scramble to sit up, the sheets soaked beneath me.

"Liam!" I call out, my voice trembling with urgency. "My water just broke!"

Liam stirs beside me, his eyes widening with alarm as he registers the urgency in my voice. "Are you okay, Theo?" he asks, his concern evident as he reaches for my hand.

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to gather my thoughts. With Liam's help, I manage to swing my legs over the edge of the bed, my mind racing with the sudden realization that our baby is on the way.

"We need to go to the hospital," I say, my voice shaky but determined. "Now."

With Liam's assistance, I manage to get dressed, each movement hindered by the intensity of the contractions that now grip me. Despite the chaos and fear swirling around us, I find a sense of calm amidst the urgency, knowing that soon, we'll finally get to meet our precious baby.

As we make our way to the car, each step a struggle against the pain, I cling to Liam's hand tightly, drawing strength from his unwavering presence. And as we drive to the hospital, the anticipation of what's to come fills me with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, knowing that soon, our lives will be forever changed for the better.

As we rush to the hospital, the urgency of the situation weighs heavily on me. With trembling hands, I reach for my phone and dial Deaton's number, hoping for his guidance and support in this critical moment.

"Deaton," I say as soon as he answers, my voice strained with effort. "It's Theo. My water just broke, and we're on our way to the hospital."

There's a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by Deaton's calm and reassuring voice. "I'm here, Theo. How far apart are the contractions? Are you and Liam doing okay?"

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as another contraction grips me. "They're getting closer together," I manage to say between gasps of pain. "And Liam's with me. We're doing our best to stay calm."

Deaton listens intently, his steady presence offering a sense of comfort amidst the chaos. Together, we discuss the next steps, ensuring that we're prepared for whatever lies ahead.

As we navigate through the darkness of the night, each passing moment brings us closer to the hospital and to the moment when we'll finally meet our baby. With Deaton's guidance and support, I feel a renewed sense of strength and determination, ready to face whatever challenges may come as we await the arrival of our precious little one. We arrive at the hospital, and a wave of relief washes over me as I see Deaton and Melissa McCall waiting for us. Their familiar faces offer a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of labor, and I'm grateful for their presence in this pivotal moment.

"Thank you for being here," I say, my voice trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation as Liam helps me out of the car.

Deaton nods, his expression calm and composed. "We're here to support you every step of the way, Theo. Let's get you settled in and see how things are progressing."