✰ stars | lams, thaurens, and jamilams one shots ✰

✰ tomorrow there'll be more of us - lams ✰

that line always gets me in my feels. anyways enjoy ❤️ also trans!john
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john's point of view
"oh, junie- i mean john, i can't wait to meet our grand baby!" my mom said.

i had come out as trans a few months ago and my mom was still getting the hang of it. my dad was doing much better since he has always wanted a son. i was still thankful for them trying and accepting me. they even offered to pay for my top surgery, so i could stop binding.

"i'm excited to meet them too..." i said, rubbing my stomach.

i was about 9 months pregnant and due any day now. i was only 17, but everything felt so right. when i first found out, i was scared. i didn't know if i even wanted to keep it. i knew i had to come out or else it would be hell. i knew the dysmorphia was going to be practically unbearable.

i'm so glad my boyfriend was there every step of the way. alexander was everything you could ask for. he was kind, selfless, passionate, and not to mention really hot. he was there at every appointment, every check-up, and every false alarm. he even had my number on speed dial in case something happened. he called every hour just to make sure i was okay, yes, even while i was sleeping.

he was currently one his way back from the grocery store because i was craving lemons and salt. yes, i know, this pregnancy has turned me into a monster.

"when is alexander getting back? i'm hungry." i whined.

"he should be here in a few minutes, sunshine, don't worry." my mom reassured.

"any pain yet?" my dad asked.

"no, dad, i'm okay for no. not even a kick." i replied.

"hey, peaches! i'm here, the line was absolutely crazy." alexander said, handing me the bag.

"thanks, lexi, i love you..." i said, starting to make my awful creation. i started peeling the lemon, then immediately doubled over in pain.

"o-ow!" i cried.

"john! john, are you okay? what hurts?" alexander asked, immediately coming my side.

"h-hurts!" i cried out again.

"john, sweetie, i think your water broke. we need to get you to the hospital." my mom explained calmly. i could tell she was trying to soothe me, but she was obviously freaking out.

"i'll start the car. alexander grab the baby bag, it's in the kitchen. eleanor lead john to the car. i'll call the others. my son is about to give birth, let's move!" my dad exclaimed, shouting orders at everyone.

my mom took my hands and lead me to the car, whispering soothing words. she sat me in the backseat, rubbing my stomach as alexander got in the car and we started to drive.

"m-mom, i'm scared-!" i cried. what am i thinking? i can't give birth at 17! i'm barely a senior!

"i know you're scared, hon, but you're so strong. we're right here by your side." my mom reassured.

"o-okay..." i mumbled.

"we're here, let's go!" my dad called, helping me out the car.

everything that happened after that was a blur. i just remember waking up in a hospital room with some nurse looking in between my legs.

"hey, peaches, do you remember anything that happened?" alexander said, holding my hand.

"no, what happened?" i asked.

"you started to panic and then they knocked you out because you didn't wanna cooperate, but you're okay now. we're getting ready to push, mkay?" he said slowly.