"Almost time to push Y/N you're doing great, only a little bit longer," Dr.Porter said as she removed her gloves, throwing them into the trash.
"Thank god!" I cheered, weakly thrusting my IV'd hand into the air.
"You're a beast!" Shayne joked, however my emotions were all over the place so his joke didn't exactly land how he wanted it to.
"You think I'm an ugly beast?!" I shouted, pointing my finger at him.
"...no...why would I say tha-"
"YOU'RE A LIAR!" I cried, bursting out into full fledged tears, "YOU THINK I'M UGLY!"
"I do NOT think you're ugly Y/N, you are a goddess, my queen, the love of my life and the mother to our beautiful babies. Nothing about you is ugly."
"Not even my big dumb belly?" I sniffled, wiping my nose with a tissue.
"That "big dumb belly" is holding our miracles, so yes even that," Shayne said slowly leaning down to kiss my exposed bump.
"I love you," I said, petting his hair like it was a golden retriever.
"I love you too."
"OKAY!" Lori shouted cheerily.
"Okay what?" I laughed, feeling a contraction coming on.
"Okay as in, you're ten centimeters dilated!"
"And than means?" Shayne questioned.
"It means, dumbass, that these babies are ready to be delivered!" Lori squealed, jumping up and down and clapping like a four year old that got candy.
"Are you ready?" Shayne asked, slightly squeezing my hand.
"Ready as I'll ever be..."
"You'll do great Y/N," Lori stated, getting all the supplies ready for when the babies arrived.
I looked at Shayne, his eyes filled with support and love. I knew right then and there that I could conquer anything with him by my side, "Let's do this!"
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Psych! No babies yet but I really wanted to show just how in love Y/N and Shayne are, they're relationship goals.
Love ya, Emily
