Guess who's back! (sort of...) I haven't gotten a chance to update my other multichapters but school has been so demanding and I feel like if I can't write impossibly long chapters with carefully thought out plotlines then I need to do the exact opposite. I need to exercise my writing skills but I also need to know the areas I have to improve on before I go back into it full time this summer, so I would really appreciate any advice you talented sons of guns have to offer!
I know the pregnancy fics have been done to death and I actually promised myself I wouldn't go down that route, but recently I've just been really into the prospect of these two having a kid (I've also been watching excessive amounts of One Born Every Minute and it's been evoking feels I never knew existed) In short, I decided to conjure up my own little scenarios to satisfy my need for a Ness baby.
I think it's important to note that I am the furthest thing from maternal and have absolutely no experience with babies or births, so I'm taking all of my knowledge from documentaries and my mother's reminiscence. Apologies if I completely screw up somewhere along the line, but that's what the review box is for, so utilise it to your advantage!
I will continue this depending on the response it gets. Enjoy!
6:47am.
He couldn't even remember what happened. All he knew was that one moment he was dreaming about being the lead cellist at a major orchestra in Italy, next thing he knew his sheets were saturated and he was draping his coat over Jess' shoulders and helping her into his car. He didn't even think to call the guys in the meantime.
He whirred down the highway, rattling off words of reassurance while she remained stoic. Her relaxed demeanour terrified him the most. He was warned, by a Wikihow article nonetheless, that silence on the woman's part should be feared as the calm before a raging thunderstorm of screaming, crying and possible broken hands.
She wasn't showing much emotion, but he could tell she was nervous. She had kept him up the last few nights, seeing in her minds eye every worst possible scenario that may arise in the birthing suite and reciting them all back to him.
What if I hemorrhage?
What if I feel no connection to her like Eva in We Need To Talk About Kevin?
What if there's a freak tsunami in the middle of it all and the hospital gets impacted immediately?
He tried convincing her that she was being ludicrous, but if he was to be totally honest with himself, she began planting seeds of doubt in his mind as well. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to pull one of the nurses aside just to affirm that everything would go smoothly.
They arrived at the emergency room at 7:04am. He pulled into the spot closest to the entrance, muttering a thank you to whatever holy deity had blessed them with an empty parking lot.
"You doing okay honey?"
She smiled back at him, teary eyed and her skin tinged pale.
"I'm just a little scared." Her voice was low and had a slight quaver. "All those birthing documentaries…" She shook her head, staring wide eyed in front of her at the bright red letters of the hospital entrance. "All that screaming."
Nick chuckled and took her hand.
"Am I gonna scream that much?"
He shook his head. "Well if you want a reason not to scream, just think about how you won't be able to sing afterwards because of how sore your throat is."
Considering the prospect of this, Jess sat back and let the silence linger so she could get to grips with what was about to happen. He shared the time doing some thinking of his own. The sudden realisation that this would be the last time driving this car without parental status overwhelmed and excited him. He could only imagine how she was feeling.
Accepting that this was going to happen one way or another, she clapped, breaking the silence, and drew in a deep breath. "Let's go have a baby!"