You and Me, Forever

A Song

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Camila's P.O.V

Shawn has basically been pregnant with me during the last 4 months. He would wake me up in the middle of the night saying he was craving a cheeseburger and did I want one. I mean, obviously I did, but who's the pregnant one here? Watching the excitement in his face as we set up the nursery and picked out clothes and toys and bedding was the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life. He's been looking forward to meeting our little baby since the very first day it was confirmed that I was pregnant. I love him for that. For always supporting, and loving, and caring for me.

All of these heartwarming thoughts are flooding my brain as I stare at Shawn pacing back and forth in the hospital room. "Shawn, baby, I'm fine. My contractions aren't that close together yet. Have patience." I say to a frantic Shawn, trying to calm him down a little. He just huffs and stands still, tapping his foot restlessly on the ground. "Shawn. Come here." I reach out my hand as Shawn walks over to me, a defeated look on his face. "I'm sorry. Sorry," he says, taking both of my hands in his, "I'm just so nervous and I want everything to go as perfectly as possible. And I just really love you so much and-" Shawn's tangent is interrupted by the doctor finally entering the room with a warm smile on his face.

Shawn's P.O.V

Today's the day. Today's the fucking day. Camila's lying in her hospital gown in the hospital bed looking adorable. And super pregnant - I didn't even know stomachs could grow that big. She's still the most beautiful girl in the world to me though. This has been a long time coming, 9 months to be exact, and I've never felt more excited or nervous. There's nothing I want more in the world than to have a beautiful family with Camila but I just want it to be perfect. And that's what scares me. I've read up on all the birth, labour, maternal... stuff... and I think I know what's going on and what's going to happen. Right now I've been trying to monitor her contractions but it's unrealistically confusing so I've given up. Where is the freaking doctor?

Everything escalated so fast. Within a matter of minutes Camila's voice was filling the room in painful cries, making me scowl. I hated seeing her so uncomfortable. Her hair was all stuck down to her face, a layer of moisture covering her whole body. My poor baby, it must be so hard for her.

I walk over to the bed and grab hold of her hand when her eyes are finally open again. She clasps my hand hard and begins to sob, clearly exhausted from the energy she is exerting. "You're doing so well baby, I'm so proud of you. Keep going, you're doing great" I say to her quietly before kissing her on the hand. She's told to push again and again as her screams become more agonising. It's horribly bitter sweet seeing Camila struggle like this and I wish I could make it stop, but the outcome is something so beautiful that in the end it will all be worth it. I stay holding her hand as she squeezes mine tighter on every push. I'd decided to stay up this end of the bed because, as much as I love every inch of Camila's body, I didn't think I'd really be able to handle the current view. "You're doing so well, baby." I whisper to her, rubbing my thumb back and forth over her clammy hand.

Sitting in this chair, looking at this beautiful little human being in front of me, all wrapped up in a pink blanket, my heart is pounding and bleeding copious amounts of love. I look up and smile at Camila who's sitting at the edge of the hospital bed. "She's so beautiful, Camila. I'm so so proud of you, baby." I say to her, tearing up slightly but trying not to get dramatically emotional. "I'm proud of us." Camila says, showing her perfect smile. I look back down at the infant I'm holding in my arms, sleeping with her eyes shut softly and her mouth slightly agape. She has a little head of dark brown hair and the most beautiful little face I've ever laid my eyes on.

"I'm gonna be a good dad." I say, smiling down at the little baby in my arms. I hear Camila sob as I lift my head to look at her. A concerned look falls over my face. "I'm fine. I'm fine. Sorry. It's probably just the hormones. And it's just so beautiful to see you two sitting there. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now." Camila says, trying to contain her sobs. "I love you," I say, smiling at Camila, "and I love you, little baby girl." I whisper to my beautiful, peaceful baby who is lying ever so quietly in my arms.

Camila's P.O.V  (At home*)

"Shawn, she's fine, I promise. You have to let them cry so they learn how to comfort themselves, okay? I promise she's okay, baby." I say rubbing Shawn's tensing shoulders as he sits, staring at the wall, his jaw tensing. He's finding the whole sleep training thing extremely difficult. I know it's the right thing to do, Shawn just wants to use the whole 'rock her in the chair until we both fall asleep in the chair' method because he thinks that would work better. He just wants to be close with our baby every second of the day. I thought he was loving before this but now I'm seeing this whole other side of him. I never knew someone could be filled with so much love.

After about an hour of non-stop crying, Shawn turns to me. "Can I just play her one song? One song, and that's it. Promise." Shawn asks me eagerly. I nod at him, letting out a small laugh as he leaps off the couch to grab his guitar. I follow him to the nursery that's currently filled with the sounds of a baby in distress. She stops soon after we open the door. Shawn sits himself next to the cradle as he begins to pluck the strings on the guitar. I lean against the door frame, a smile creeping on my lips from taking in the beautifully serene sight in front of me. I love everything about both of them. Shawn begins singing in almost a whisper, as I stand in the doorway, in a daze.

Shawn closes the door gently and quietly before creeping away from the nursery. "I told you I'd be a good dad." He smiles at me, walking past and leaving a kiss on my cheek. I giggle quietly, not wanting to wake the newly sleeping baby. Shawn splays himself on the couch and lets out a deep sigh, a huge grin on his face. "Our little angel." He says.