getaway car | ethma

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Ethan

Emma was brushing her teeth as I wrapped my arms around her, resting my hands on her stomach.

"I can't believe we're gonna have a baby in less than three months." I said.

It was mid June, and her due date was in September. Her bump was getting bigger, but it was still small. I found it incredibly adorable.

Emma rinsed the toothpaste from her mouth before she turned around and hugged me. "I know. She's gonna be here before we know it."

I smiled, kissing Emma on the cheek as my thumb stroked her stomach through the material of her shirt. I could feel the baby moving around.

"She's moving." Emma said. "Can you feel it?"

I smiled. "Yeah. Maybe she recognizes my voice."

"Maybe."

I kneeled down, so I was eye level with Emma's bump, my hand still resting there. "Hi, baby girl. Your mama and I love you so so so much."

Emma's hand covered mine as she smiled down at me. "Yes we do, baby girl. So incredibly much."

I stood up before pecking Emma's lips. "And I love you so much."

She smiled, kissing me again. "I love you."

We had our doctor's appointment a few days ago, and the baby is healthy, Emma is healthy, and everything is going great.

That day was Saturday, so I didn't have to work. Emma didn't either since it was summer time, and she was a teacher. It was nice to have time to ourselves.

We ate at a Mexican food place that night, because Emma could finally eat regular food besides pizza without getting sick.

I was enjoying taking her on little dates like these. I loved treating Emma.

I even paid for her and Cam to get their nails done. Emma loved it. She told me that getting a pedicure was the most relaxing thing ever. I promised I'd take her to get pedicures whenever she wanted.

Emma and I decided to get married in November of next year. Our daughter would be just over a year old, and we both decided that we wanted her to be a big part of our day, so it would be best to get married when she was at least a year old.

My mother and Angie have been talking a ton about wedding planning. Emma has been on the phone a lot with the both of them.

The nice thing is that they haven't made it stressful at all for Emma. Or me for that matter. I was glad that everything was going well with that.

The days were going by so fast. Emma and I developed a summer routine of eating out at good restaurants, watching movies together at home, and getting ready for the baby's arrival that was coming up in September.

We also went on a few weekend trips up to my grandparent's lake house on Lake Ontario, and we were spending a lot of time with both of our families.

The weeks went by like seconds, and before I knew it, we were two weeks out from Emma's due date.

It was a Thursday when she called me at work.

"Hey, baby. You okay?"

"Can you come home? I think I'm going into labor."

"I'll be there as soon as I can, baby."

"Drive safe. I love you."

"I love you too. I'll see you in a bit."

"Okay."

I told my boss that Emma was going into labor, and he told me to go the fuck home. I thanked God that he let me leave work early.

I rushed home, and put the car seat and the hospital bag in the car before I helped Emma into the passenger seat.

Emma was dilated to a seven already when we got checked in, and they gave her an epidural right away.

She couldn't feel them anymore, but we could see on a monitor every time she had a contraction.

I was so nervous. This was the day our child was gonna be born. In a matter of hours.

I had the duty of calling my mom, and Emma's parents, so they came to wait in the waiting room for the baby to be born.

I sat down in the chair next to the bed, taking Emma's hand in mine. How you feeling?" I asked. It had already been a few hours of waiting, and doctors coming in and out of our room.

Emma's hand rested on her stomach as she laid on her side. "I'm okay. Just ready for her to be born."

I kissed her hand. "Me too. Only a few more hours." Emma gave a soft smile. I could tell she was exhausted. "Hey, it's okay if you wanna take a nap." I told her.

"Can you get me some ice chips?"

The doctors said she wasn't allowed to have anything but ice and water until the baby was born. With the epidural medicine and a few other meds she was given, it would've just made her throw up if she consumed anything else.

"Of course. I'll be right back." I said.

I updated our parents, telling them that we were still just waiting. I got Emma's ice chips, and Michael came back to the room with me.

"Hey, Dad." Emma said, sitting up as I handed her the cup of ice.

"How you doing, sweetie?"

"Good. I'm just ready to meet her." Emma said. "Now we just wait."

"She's only dilated to an eight, and we've been here almost five hours." I said.

"Emma, your mother took twelve hours for you to come out."

Emma smiled. "I guess I got seven hours to go."

Michael sat down in the chair on the other side of her bed. "It's different for everyone, Emma. Plus she wasn't as dilated this quick."

The doctors came in, and one of the nurses checked on Emma. "Well, it looks like it's time to have a baby." The doctor said.

They told Michael he had to wait in the waiting area. The hospital policy was that only the parents of the baby being born could be in the room.

I could tell Emma was nervous by the way she was holding onto my hand. I kissed her on the forehead. "Ready to have a baby?" I asked.

Emma kissed my lips. "I've never been more ready."