AN// here you go, the very requested part 2 :) (im about to break your heart hehehe)
(third person pov)
"Y/N?" Ethan asked, rubbing his eyes. He pulled his t-shirt on properly and y/n turned to him. "What're you doing?"
"Getting a snack," She said. Ethan rolled his eyes, hopping onto a barstool by the island. "You want some?" She asked, holding up the box of cookies. Ethan shook his head and smiled. "More for me."
"Why didn't you ask Gray to get you them?" He asked. Y/N sighed. "You're not supposed to be using the stairs so much." She shook her head.
"He's not home yet," She mumbled. Ethan checked the time. "I know."
"It's almost one?" She shrugged. "You said therapy was helping, these past months." She shrugged chewing her cookie.
"It is," She said, mouth full. "It's just- he's still- he calls me and stuff, E, he really does, doesn't yell, but it's not like it used to be, you know?" Ethan sighed. "Why'd you wake up?"
"Man," He reached for a cookie and munched on it. "I actually haven't slept yet," He said.
"Why?"
"Because I was playing-"
"Oh my god," She muttered, holding her stomach. "Ethan- Ethan, oh my god," She yelled.
"Wh-"
"Ethan!" She screamed. Ethan frowned and stood up.
"What's happening, y/n?" She dropped the cookies and Ethan walked around the island to stare at her. "Your water broke," He stated.
"I don't know but it fucking hurts."
"So what do we-"
"Take me to the fucking hospital?" He nodded and scooped her up- wasn't easy, but he carried her to the car, still in his pyjamas.
"Let's- let's yeah, you're okay, just- niece is coming, huh?" He said to himself.
"Ethan," Y/N said. "Drive faster."
"Smooth Cat's going at her own spe-"
"Ethan, I swear to fuc-"
"We're going, we're going."
Smooth Cat did her best and, well, they get there not as soon as y/n would've liked, but they got there.
"Uh- she's going into labour?" Ethan asked as they headed to the reception. And in an instant, a wheelchair was brought for y/n to sit in.
"Are you the husband?" She asked. Ethan looked a y/n and back at the reception.
"Yeah, yeah- Grayson Dolan," He said quickly. The receptionist nodded and he followed as y/n was sent to the delivery room.
He was suited up as she was put on the delivery table and the doctor walked in. "Where's Grayson?" She asked. Ethan shook his head and the doctor nodded as she checked y/n. "Wow, you're ten centimetres dilated," She said. "When'd your water break?"
"I don't think it did," Y/N managed.
"You must've not felt it," The doctor said. "Alright sweetheart, you need to start pushing, okay?" Y/N nodded.
She grabbed Ethan's hand and squeezed until it was over. She was screaming and moaning in pain it made Ethan himself wince. "You're good, it's good," He said with a sigh, rubbing her knuckles. And she glared at him.
His fingers were purple by the time Bailey was here. And because Grayson still wasn't contacted, Ethan cut the umbilical cord and held her first. And then y/n had skin to skin before Bailey was taken to get weighed and measured and all that jazz by the labour nurses.
