𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

daddy › d.s.

this is not smut. don't think it's sexual, i'm making a different book for that so calm ur tits sis

you were never the girl to get pregnant at 23 years old. in fact, it had never been in your plans. your plans were to go to a good college, maybe meet a nice guy, and get a good job. then, from there you would figure out what to do. having a baby this young was not expected from yourself.

but then again, neither was meeting daniel.

you two met at his studio. you weren't a famous singer, you were barely famous, and you were studying botany. but when daniel heard your voice, he was dazed by it. it was the only thing he could think of, and for the next three weeks after your short encounter, he went to the studio every day to see if you'd be there. thankfully, you were.

that was when he was 18 and you were 19. you'd been together for four years, it almost seemed impossible. you never believed relationships were important parts of your life, but looked at what happened. 

you were extremely happy with daniel. you couldn't ask for anything more, and it was the same thing with him. you're all either of you wanted. he gave you everything you asked for, and you gave him everything he needed. you two were perfect.

but at the moment, you were absolutely infuriated with him. 

why the fuck did he have to put a fucking baby in me? you asked yourself in your head. mentally, your thoughts were spinning around. it was a mess in there.

physically, you were doing worse. tears were flowing down your cheeks as you felt another contraction in your lower region. "fuck," you yelled out in pain. "shit, daniel, it hurts."

you had barely even begun. it had only been ten minutes and you already wanted to give up. for nine months, you'd been waiting for this moment. you'd been waiting for the birth of your baby, but now that it was actually and finally happening, you wanted it to go away. 

"i know, love," he whispered through your screams and into your ear, that way you could hear it. he made sure you could hear his small words of love and motivation. "you can do it though, you're so strong, i know it."

you felt sort of bad for how hard you were squeezing the fingers of his right hand, but you could tell that he was willing to go through any pain if it meant you were okay. but nothing could take that pain away. you were pushing an entire human, a whole baby, out of your body. what, was it not supposed to hurt?

you were losing energy. you felt the blood leave your body, making you exhausted. you didn't want to do this anymore. you had been so scared of a c-section, but at that point, something like that seemed like heaven compared to the pain you felt. and you knew it'd be worse later.

"daniel, i can't," you whispered, your chest heaving up and down as you gasped for breaths. and you were right. you couldn't. keri had told you how hard it would be to give birth but never had she said it would be this difficult. "i can't do it. i'm tired, i need to sleep."

because you had just started and the head still wasn't close to being out, daniel decided to make the right decision. "can she take a break?" the doctors looked at each other with unsure eyes. "please, she's exhausted." they all hesitated to slowly nod.

once daniel saw the permission, he instantly pressed his lips to your forehead. he ignored the fact that you were drenched from sweat, and he hated how pale you looked. watching you go through that much pain was far worse than he ever would've thought. every time you screamed out in agony, every time more blood spilled from your body, every time more tears flowed from your eyes, he felt his heart clench because he couldn't do anything about it.

when his lips left your skin, he made sure that your eyes met his. with both of his hands on your cheeks, he pulled your head to look at him. daniel had tears flowing down his face as well. "it's okay, baby," he whispered, kissing you again. "they're letting you take a small break. just breathe, baby, breathe."

you tried your best to get your breathing to a normal pace, but your heart beated too fast. you continued to pant; it felt like you were drowning and clawing at rocks for someone to grab your hand and pull you out of the water. 

"i can't," you whispered. by then, there was barely an air getting through to your lungs. "i can't breathe, daniel, i don't know what's happening."

"shh," he whispered comfortingly, pressing his forehead to yours. "i know, beautiful, i know. but it's gonna be okay."

"no, it's not," you whispered. you looked at him with eyes of pure sadness. you truly did not know what was going to happen to you. "daniel, i don't know what's going on. i didn't know it was going to be this hard. it hurts so much, and i don't know what to do."

"stop," he spoke softly, his words being the only thing you could hear. you weren't complaining. "you are so strong. i know you can do this, baby, listen to me. (y/n), listen to me. i love you so much, and i promise, i will not let anything happen to you. i will not let you get hurt, i promise you. you are my entire world, and i love you so, so, so, so, so much. you are the strongest person i've met, if anyone can do this, it's you."

you nodded and whimpered. you knew it was time to push again. "i love you, too."

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you felt your cheeks warm up as your boyfriend pressed another kiss to your cheek. you lied on your side, your head pressed into the hospital pillow. daniel looked at the same spot you looked at, with those beautiful blue eyes.

"he's so beautiful," he whispered. he sat in a chair next to your bed. he went from staring at your new born son to looking at you. 

"he is," you spoke with a raspy voice. "i love him."

"that's our baby," daniel smiled. he felt a few happy tears fall, and this time, he didn't bother to wipe them away. "our baby."

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i seem to really like using time-skip thingies, idk why.