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Chapter Ten
~Month Eight~
"So... Do you guys have like an alert or something when Steve goes into labor, or does he just text you?" Lou asked while they lounged around in the office. For a Tuesday, it was very quiet, and even the criminals seemed to have the day off.
Danny nodded.
"Jerry helped us set up an alarm that if Steve does go into labor, he'll press the button and it'll go to my phone." Danny said, tapping it. "It's nice, but I'm really getting anxious now. He's got three weeks left." Kono hummed.
"At least you have everything done at the house." She said and Chin nodded.
"Is Steve sleeping a lot?" Chin asked and Danny nodded, scratching his neck.
"He's in pain a lot, with the swelling and stuff, not to mention he's hungry like every five minutes and needs the restroom every ten." Danny shook his head. "And the twins are keeping him up every hour of the night, kicking him a ton so he's really irritated and tired."
"So we were right about them being exactly like you two?" Kono asked and Danny rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, you were right." Danny replied. "But don't let that go to your head." His foot tapped the floor and Chin glanced at it.
"You haven't gotten laid in a while, huh?" Chin asked slowly and Danny turned red.
"Wha-Why would you ask me that?" Danny asked, taken back and sort of mortified.
"Because you have a lot of pent up energy and you look ready to hang yourself." Lou said, giving him an eyebrow raise. Danny stopped tapping his foot and looked away.
"I've... We've... Uh... We've done stuff... But nothing... You know..." He squeezed his lips together to prevent himself from saying anything else.
"What kind of stuff?" Kono asked, leaning forward and Danny's eyes widened. Lou and Chin chuckled.
"Kono, don't pry into his sex life." Chin said.
"But I wanna know!" Danny opened his mouth to tell her off when they all jumped at the sound of an alarm. They all looked at Danny's phone, which had a bright red alert that said in big bold black letters 'IT'S TIME'.
Danny jumped out from his chair, nearly knocking it over and grabbing his phone. The others jumped to their feet, looking at him worriedly.
"It's time." Danny said, his voice barely above a whisper. It was hoarse and horribly fear filled, and his body was trembling.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Get your ass moving!"
Danny ran up to the nurse's station, hitting his chest hard on it, panting hard. The nurse looked up, her eyes a bit wide.
"I'm looking for a patient." Danny said, his words jumbling together.
"Name?" She asked, standing up to look at the file holders.
"Steve McGarrett." She searched through before picking out a file and opening it, looking it over.
"Oh, yeah, down the hall, to your left, room 334." She said.
"Thank you!" He quickly ran down the hall, looking at the numbers before finding the room, watching as a nurse went in, following in after her. He was glad that they gave him a private room, which they always did to laboring Omegas. Danny knew that Steve liked his privacy and so he was glad to see that there were very few people in the area. Danny stepped into the room to see Steve laying on his side in a bed, a pillow in between his legs, his body slightly curled. The nurse he had seen earlier was checking the contraction monitor and Steve himself.
Danny nodded at the nurse while she walked out and she nodded back. Danny slowly walked over, laying his hand on the back of his neck. Steve took a shaky breath and looked up at him, blinking a few times.
"D-Danno...?"
"Hey, babe." Danny went around and went around, sitting down in the chair next to the bed and taking his hand.
"T-Thankfully I was here in the hospital when I went into labor..." Steve said quietly, his voice pained. Danny chuckled.
"Thankfully, yes." He said, rubbing his thumb over Steve's whitened knuckles.
"How are you feeling?" Steve groaned a bit.
"My last contraction was three minutes ago, and I feel like shit." Steve gripped his pillow, his face softening and turning worried. "I-It's too early..."
"You're 37 weeks, babe." Steve whined.
"But I still have two weeks until my expected due date." Danny rubbed his arm gently.
"It's fine, babe... You'll be fine." Steve nodded, taking a breath and releasing it slowly. "How far apart are your contractions?"
"Fifteen minutes, so twelve-no, ten minutes until the next one." Danny nodded, reaching over and rubbing his belly softly. Steve sighed happily, closing his eyes and holding his wrist while he made gentle circular motions on his belly.
"Others are here." Danny said. "You want to see them or have them leave?" Steve took a breath.
"I uh... I don't know..." Steve said. "I don't want them to see me like this..." Danny nodded.
"I'll be right back." Steve nodded and watched as Danny got up, burying his face into the pillow.
Danny walked out and the others stood, looking nervous.
"How is he?" Chin asked.
"In pain." Danny replied. "He would love to see you guys but..." They chuckled and nodded.
"Don't worry, we understand." Lou said. "Give us updates, okay?" Danny nodded.
"I will."
Danny scratched his cheek, tapping his foot while he glanced between the clock and Steve. He finally noticed Steve glaring at his foot.
"You know doing that is just making my nerves heighten and it's not really good for me or the babies." Danny stopped and rubbed his face.
"Sorry..." He replied. "Anything?"
"No." Steve shivered, before gripping the railing, his breath quickening. Danny glanced at the machine and saw that it was beginning to become spurred, and he straightened up. Steve groaned, before he curled up, gripping the pillow tightly, his face twisting.
"F-Fu-" Steve bit the pillow and his toes curled, his legs squeezing the pillow hard. The pillow managed to muffle his scream and Danny stood up, grabbing his hand.
"Breathe, Steve, breathe. Squeeze my hand as hard as you want." Steve nodded, gripping it before he cried out, squeezing it hard. Danny resisted screaming himself, because his super SEAL of a boyfriend was freaking strong as hell.
"Breathe, breathe." Danny said soothingly, reaching and rubbing the back of Steve's neck. Steve obeyed and released soft breaths as his contraction begin to slow down and he relaxed, panting hard.
"Hurts..."
"I know, baby... I know..." Steve sniffed, nuzzling the pillow and closing his eyes.
"Don't leave..."
"I'm not going to..."
Dr. Peterson came in about an hour earlier, about five minutes after another contraction.
"How we doing in here?" She asked as she pulled on her gloves.
"I've been better." Steve replied and she chuckled, spreading his legs open a bit, slipping her hand underneath the sheet.
"Is he having regular contractions?" Danny nodded.
"Went from fifteen minutes apart to ten." Danny said. Steve hissed a bit, his face grimacing.
Dr. Peterson's face twisted into worry, and Danny did not like that look at all.
"What?" Steve asked. "What's wrong?" Dr. Peterson pulled her hand out, discarding her gloves, calling in other nurses.
"What's going on?" Danny asked as nurses flooded in.
"One of the twins is breached. We have to do the C-section right now."