You and Me, Forever

Three Makes A Family [12]: Welcome to the World

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Camila was so uncomfortable before bed, this weird pressure made her feel like everything was just off. It had Shawn freaking slightly, he was good at hiding it, but he was freaking out and didn't go to bed until she'd been asleep soundly for an hour.

Camila's eyes flew open when she felt it. She sat up quickly, flipping the blankets off, gasping at the amount of water on the bed.

"Ow! Fuck!" Camila whined when the contraction hit.

She scrunched her eyes in pain, nose wrinkling as well.

Camila reached over, aiming to hit Shawn, but just hitting the blanket instead. He had rolled to far away for her to reach.

"Shawn!" She says through gritted teeth, and it isn't until she throws a pillow at him does he wake up.

"What?" He rolls over slowly, voice deep and thickly laced with sleep. "What?" He jolts up when he notices Camila sitting up and body obviously tense.

"My water broke," She whines, motioning to the puddle of water under her legs.

"Are you sure?" He rubs his eye, still half asleep.

"Yes I'm fucking sure!" She yells, hitting his shoulder.

"Okay, shit, fuck," He fumbles, trying to get up quickly, foot getting caught on the sheet, sending him toppling onto the floor.

She can't help but laugh, covering her mouth as he groans in pain. "Baby," Camila laughs, "Are you okay?"

"Peachy," He grumbles, jumping up, looking at her with wide eyes as she gasps at the next contraction. "Where's the bag?"

"By the front door,"

"And your slides?"

"Also by the door, with your slides and your wallet and keys."

"Okay," He nods, pacing in circles.

"Shawn," Camila stops him.

"Hmm?"

"Call the hospital please, and take me there."

"Fuck, okay yeah!" He dives back on the bed for his phone, dialing the number from his speed dial.

Camila's shifting, getting up and kicking him off the bed.

"What are you doing?" He moves his phone to his shoulder as he watches her grab the sheets from the bed.

"Cleaning this."

"Baby you're in labor!" He screeches.

"I know, but we have time, it's okay, just talk to the doctor okay?"

He rolls his eyes, watching Camila with an exasperated look as she take the bedding off the bed and grabbing new sheets.

"I can't believe you," He mumbles.

"We don't wanna come home to dirty sheets,"

"I would have had my mom come to clean it,"

"No, I got it." Camila stops, bent over, "Ow, fuck, fuck, fuck," Another contraction hits.

"Fuck this," Shawn hangs up, picking her up and rushing her to the car. "My mom can deal with the bed, we're going to the hospital."

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