Tyga Imagines

Birth part two

Tyga's P.o.v.

Y/n really hates me. We're almost at the hospital and she doesn't want me to speak to her or touch her. Is the pain really that bad?

"Y/n you really have to tell me how you feel. I want to help you." I tried again, trying to swerve throuh traffic, whilst her groans filled the car.

"What the actual fuck. Didn't you hear me-" She cut off with a groan. My heart beat was racing. I took a quick glance at her and she had her hand under her belly and her eyes closed.

I push down on the accelaration more, so we could get there faster. It was taking forever. 

Just as I reached the parking lot, she let out a scream. I rushed to her side and carried her bridal style into the reception area.

"My wife is in labour can I get some help please." 

Y/n was whimpering and had her head deep into my chest. 

"Ouch, what was that for!" I yelped, Y/n just bit me.

"It's for giving me this kind of pain. Why did God give you that fucking dick of yours!" She screamed, making my cheeks red in embarassment. I looked at her and she was full on crying.

I turned my attention back to the nurse. She wore a scrub and wasn't the most prettiest person.

"What the fuck is taking them so long." Y/n cried out, digging her nails, into my back.

I was used to that pain, because she always does that when I'm giving her the bomb D.

"How far apart are her contractions." She calmly asked, and I felt like punching her in her face. 

"Bitch acting like Imma check that shit." I growled,"Look ma'am you better get this kid out her before I do it myself." I was shaking with fear and carrying y/n was getting me tired.

"Put me down, put me down." Y/n insisted and to get on her good side, I did just that.

YOUR P.O.V

After Tyga put you down, you leaned forward and held your stomach making breathing noises.You were in so much pain and it was so unfair that you're the only one who has to feel it when you sure as hell didn't make it on your own

After the pain cooled down a bit, you stood up straight and looked at the receptionist.

"Is a doctor on his way?" you asked, still clutching your stomach and Ty's hand on your back, rubbing. It felt relieving but he's the last person you want touching you.

"Yes ma'am go to room 103."

"Tyga get your hands off me. Don't you dare touch me anytime in your miserable life again. Infact I'm breaking up with yo Jackie Chan looking ass." You shouted, rushing down the hall and looking at door numbers.

"Babe wait up." Michael's voice echoed through your ear but you were too busy trying to juggle the pain and your sanity.

"Fuck you. Get away from me." You swat his hand away. He was really annoying you and if only he wrapped it up that night ya'll wouldn't be in this situation. He is such a jerk.

"Y/n." 

You ignored him and continued to walk and try to find the room.