Motherhood contains femslash and the topic of gay parenting. If this offends you in anyway, I wouldn't read this story. You have been warned.

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The hospital atmosphere was unbelievably cold. You were supposed to get well here? Dawn Marie and Jackie Psaltis- Gayda couldn't believe it.

"Sorry," Jackie apologized as Dawn led her to the door. She was two weeks overdue and had just suffered a bout of false labor.

"Don't worry. As long as Baby needs to be in there, it's fine," Dawn, her lover replied. Jackie honestly drove Dawn crazy. She didn't mean to but she did. For Dawn to be sympathetic, it was serious.

Jackie was honestly getting tired of being pregnant. She was forty-two weeks along, TWO weeks overdue. She loved her unborn baby, but two weeks overdue? It was a bit much.

The house was ready. A crib sat waiting. A bassinet lay unoccupied. All they needed was a baby.

BUT NO BABY CAME!

That's why Jackie found herself having an induction. She was afraid. Inductions were SUPPOSED to be more painful than natural labor and she had never actually been in the hospital. She had MAJOR anxiety issues.

"Pitocin drip started," Marcela, a nurse mumbled. Jackie gazed nervously over to Dawn. She could sense Dawn's anxiety. It had taken five insemination attempts for Jackie to get pregnant. Now that she was pregnant AND in labor, both wanted this to go smoothly.

A tiny stranger was about to invade their seemingly perfect lives. Everything would be disrupted. Meals would be delayed; clothing would go unwashed: it would chaotic. A Welcome chaos.

Minute by minute passed. Soon, the Pitocin began to take affect. Jackie was stunned when her first real contraction occurred.

Dawn turned her head when she heard Jackie whimper softly. She was surprised that she had even heard it over the loud bustle of the Maternity Ward.

"Jack, you okay?" she blurted out. As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how stupid she sounded. Of course, Jackie wasn't all right. SHE WAS IN LABOR!

"It hurts!" she moaned. Perspiration poured down her face as the contraction peaked. At that moment, she wasn't sure how she would last while being in labor. It was more difficult than she had ever imagined.

Marcela made her way into the labor suite. She acted calm, like nothing was going on. Quietly, she slipped into a pair of yellow latex

Gloves.

"Jackie, I need you to relax your legs," Marcela was trying to check her cervix for dilation, but she was having a hard time, doing it. Jackie wouldn't open her legs. With Dawn's gentle reassurance, Jackie was finally able to relax. "You're only three centimeters dilated,"

"Only three?" Jackie's voice showed the pain her stubborn mind wouldn't show. Marcela knew immediately what the problem was.

"Why don't you get in the tub? Water will make your back feel awesome," It was only a suggestion, but it sounded PERFECT for Jackie.

Jackie didn't care anymore. Exhausted, she let Dawn fill the bathtub with hot water.

First, Dawn, in her bikini and an oversized sports jersey, sunk into the steamy water. It soothed her tense muscles. As Jackie slipped in, she leaned back into Dawn's arms. Clad in only her sports bra, she moaned, but she had to admit it. Hot water soothed the contraction pain. She actually felt pretty good.

"Well, Jackie, do you want to try for a water birth?" Dr. Ponteo, her obstetrician asked. Jackie was comfortable, but no, water births were not her thing.

"No thank you. How dilated am I?" Jackie asked as Dawn massaged her shoulders.

"Seven centimeters, but your water hasn't broken. We'll get you a clean gown and I'll artificially rupture your membranes," Dr. Ponteo explained, helping Jackie out of the tub. Dawn stepped out and handed her a fluffy blue towel. Gently, Jackie toweled off.

Jackie and Dawn were complete opposites. Jackie was perky; Dawn was quiet. Jackie was hyper; Dawn was calm. Jackie was literal; Dawn was cynical.

Having met through mutual friends, Dawn, at first, couldn't stand Jackie. She was too perky, too hyper, too…too… GIRLY. Jackie, not knowing Dawn was gay, had insisted on trying to be her best friend. Eventually, one thing turned into another and Jackie had fallen for Dawn. Embarrassed about her feelings, she ran. Dawn figured it out and the rest was history.
"Water's broken. Amniotic fluid looks clear," Dr. Ponteo told them. Dawn reached out and took Jackie's hand. As much as she hated to show her emotions, Dawn could be rather affectionate at times.

"You're doing great," Dawn murmured, as she squeezed Jackie's hand. Jackie feigned a smile. She was afraid and anxious. The pain was intense.

"D-Dawn, it hurts," Jackie muttered, shivering. Quietly, she began to retch. She was growing nauseous and shivery. Dawn reached out and held her hair back as she vomited. The nausea was intense, not as intense as the contractions, but still intense.

"You're going to be fine," Dawn murmured, rubbing her back. Jackie softly moaned, and then she squealed.

"DAWN!" she screamed. Dr. Ponteo ran into the room. Swiftly, he gloved up.

"Jackie, relax. The baby is here," he murmured. Then, he sprung into action. "Reba, Mitch, GET IN HERE!"

Dawn took several slow breaths. She had to stay calm. Jackie needed her now more than ever. "Baby, you can do this,"
"No, I can't!" Jackie sobbed. The pain in her eyes almost brought Dawn to tears. She could almost feel Jackie's contractions.

"Jackie, relax your legs and push," the doctor said. Jackie gritted her teeth and pushed. As she pushed, her eyes connected with Dawn. She saw the lone tear and realized she had the strength to do this. "1,2,3,4,5,6,7, and relax. I can see the head!"
"I love you," Dawn murmured. Those words were rarely spoken, which made the words even more precious.

"BIG PUSH!" Jackie pushed. "Head's out. Tiny push,"

Jackie closed her eyes and pushed. As each tiny shoulder tore through, she screamed. It burned SO badly. Then, when she thought she couldn't push anymore, she heard it.

It wasn't particularly loud; It was particularly soft. It wasn't a special tune. It wasn't a special note.

It was their new baby's first cry.

"Hello, Baby … GIRL!" Dr. Ponteo exclaimed. Dawn cried. As strange as it sounded, she cried.

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"What should we call her?" Jackie questioned as she touched the baby. Dawn glanced down at the nameless child in her arms. Throughout Jackie's pregnancy, she had had her heart set on only one female name.

"Why don't we call her Milan? Milan Elizabeth," Dawn murmured. She gently set the baby in Jackie's outstretched arms.

"Milan, I like it," she glanced down at her new baby. "Hello,… Milan,"

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