Band of Brothers Preferences and Imagines

Buck Compton Imagine #2

AN: This is about the reader being pregnant! My cat just had babies so it gave me an idea lmao.

    I sat on the couch, watching as my husband Bill walked around the kitchen fixing up dinner. I glanced down at the bump on my stomach. Well, now seeming like a mountain. I was eight months pregnant, and I looked like a cow. I sighed as I placed a cracker in my mouth. These cravings were killing me, right now all I wanted was crackers and cheese. And before I was even pregnant, I didn't even like crackers and cheese! I sighed as I looked down at my big belly. I glanced up at my husband whilst his back was turned, then I looked back down at my stomach. As much as I loved the fact that I was having a child with the love of my life, how come he was even still with me? I am not even close to what I looked like back when we first met all those years ago. I've gained weight, my face covered in acne, almost none of my clothes fit anymore, I have constant mood swings that I myself can't even handle, I was just ugly. Buck could get any beautiful girl he wanted but he chose to stay with me, I just didn't understand.

  "You okay over there darling? Want anymore cheese and crackers?" I heard Buck ask from the kitchen. I sighed, knowing I wanted more. I craved more. Its just these hormones are making me feel all out of wack. So I just let out a soft sigh and tilted my head up so Buck could hear me better.

   "No thanks Buck, I'm full," I spoke out. I heard him hum in response and then the sound of his heavy footsteps walk towards me. I felt his lips press softly on my head as he walked around me. I closed my eyes and smiled, moving my legs so he had a spot to lay next to me. I opened my eyes and watched as he placed a plate of crackers and cheese with a butter knife on the little coffee table that sat in front of us. A small frown came across my face as I felt my mouth water. I hated how bad I wanted to eat. But I knew I shouldn't.

   "I know how you are doll. And I know that crackers and cheese have been your all time favorite ever since we found out about our little baby," he spoke, a small smile on his face as he tilted his head towards me. I just looked at my belly. I hated how he was right. But why did I hate that? There was no need for it. I hated all the dumb emotions this pregnancy was making me feel. So I just sighed softly.

  That was until my mouth overpowered my brain. I looked up at him and bit my lip slightly. I watched as he looked over at me, clearly knowing I wanted to say something. I pressed my lips and took a deep breath. "Why are you with me Buck? I mean look at me! I'm like a goddamn cow! My face is covered in blemishes, all I do is eat, and all you deal with is me complaining and my constant mood swings. Why don't you go be with someone else? Someone skinny, pretty, sweet, and could actually stand up on her own," I rambled. My voice soft and weak. Though I didn't feel tears fill in my eyes. Which was strange because I had spent so many nights and days crying about the same reason. Damn you pregnancy hormones!

  Buck looked at me. Both in shock and in sincerity. He reached slowly for my hand and clasped it between his two big and calloused ones. I glanced down at his hands and then back into his eyes. "Y/N, Darling, all the stuff is bullshit and you know it. I don't care if you were one thousand pounds heavier or you were bald. Hell, I love you no matter what. Y/N, you are holding our child. A bundle of joy that we made together. A beautiful, beautiful baby. And I couldn't think of any other person I;d want to have a baby with, than you. I love you, all of you. And I want no one else but you." Hid words were soft and so kind. He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss on my lips as one of his hands traveled to my belly. I felt his lips curl up into a smile against mine. Which I couldn't help but smile either.

  That was until I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and nether regions. I winced as I sit up, placing my hand on top of my belly. For the past couple days this had been happening. I kept thinking they were just normal pains, I was only eight months in. I had another month to go. But even more recently, these pains kept coming more often. And by recently in general, I mean in the past couple of days. I opened my eyes and saw how Buck looked so nervous.  He looked at my belly and then my face.

  "Honey, are you alright? Maybe I should call the doctor," he spoke hurriedly as he went to push himself off of the couch. I shook my head as I let out a hard breath. I looked up at him and tilted his head at me. He clearly was worried. Though, I was sure the sharp pains meant nothing. I was only eight months in. Well, that's what I kept trying to tell myself at least.

   "No, No Buck. I'm fine babe. It is normal," I said, waving the thought away. Until another sharp pain shot through. This time it was worse. I groaned loudly and placed a hand on my belly again. Tears brimmed my eyes as I screwed them shut. I heard Buck's footsteps hurry over to me and I felt him kneel down  besides me. I opened my eyes and looked at him. I nodded and pressed my lips together. "Yeah, maybe we should go to the hospital instead. Something isn't right," I spoke, breathing heavily. Buck nodded and helped me up. He helped me waddle my pregnant self into our car and drove me over to the hospital.

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  The car ride wasn't too pleasant. The pains kept coming as we drove closure to the hospital. Which meant my Buck kept getting more and more worried as my groans grew louder and longer from all of the pain. And once we got to the hospital, it was not better. The pain continued as the nurses put me in a bed right away and brought me the delivery room. From there they told me that I was in fact in full induced labor.

  "No, no I can't be in labor," I spoke, trying to sit up. Though another sharp pain shot through me. Causing me to lie back and yell slightly. Okay. Maybe I was in labor. I guess this baby was going to come a month early. Whether I liked it or not.

  Soon, the contractions came sooner and sooner. Each one more painful and lasted longer than the last. And soon after that, my water had broke and it was almost time to start pushing. And the entire time, Buck stood there holding my hand the entire time. Even when I squeezed his hand so hard that I thought I would have broken at that point. I gulped and cried out slightly as the dilation process really set in. I gulped when I looked up at the nurse after I took a deep breath. She nodded towards me as she got into position. Time to push. I gripped Buck's hand so tight, I heard him wince slightly. I groaned loudly as I used my other hand to grip the bed rail. I nodded and screwed my eyes tightly shut.

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  After about twelve hours of painful labor, and what seemed like days of constant pushing. I heard the cries of Buck and I's newborn child. The pain quickly melted away from my body and the pressure in my stomach soon disappeared.  My teary eyes opened and I looked over at my husband. Who was now crying. It's rare to see Buck crying. But who could blame him right now, his first child just came into the world. Both of our eyes traveled to the nurse in front of us, the one holding our baby. 

  "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Compton. It's a baby girl!" the nurse spoke cheerfully. I let out a small but breathy laugh as tears slipped down my cheeks. A smile as I glanced up at my husband. He was smiling and tears continued falling. I looked back at the nurse and she slowly walked over and placed my newborn baby in my arms. She was bundled up in a bunch of soft blankets, her cries hushed quickly. I smiled down at her. She was beautiful.

  "We did it Buck, look at our little girl," I told him through the tears. He nodded, kissing the top of my head. I couldn't believe this was reality right now. Here, our lives as Mr. and Mrs. Compton really were beginning. I couldn't wait to see where the journey of life takes us now.