Prompt: Sam and Andy in his truck on the way to the hospital for their first child. Andy's screaming at Sam to drive faster and Sam is freaking out because he's actually going to be a dad.
"AAAAAAAAH!" Andy screams, causing Sam to slam on the breaks a lot harder than he had intended when she rides another contraction. "I'm never letting you do this to me again."
She promises this every time. All three times that have come before it. The twins especially. Sam couldn't remember a time when she was in labour that she hadn't been screaming his ear off about leaving him if he did it to her again.
(They both knew she was lying, she cried tears of happiness when she found out about baby number 5.)
Quite frankly if she hadn't over estimated how much time she had between her first contraction and needing to go to the hospital, they wouldn't be having this talk in the truck. It'd be in a hospital room where he could back off and give her time with Nash to cry about how much she hates him, then how much she loves him once she realizes it's all just hormones.
Andy underestimated how fast her body would react to labour, and how fast her body would ready itself. In Sam's eyes she was kind of a pregnancy expert. God knows she'd been through this a time or two.
"I'm sorry baby, you know I don't mean it." She sighs as the contraction ends, and she can relax in the passenger side of the car.
She runs her fingers through his hair absently and he relaxes and continues through the four way stop, remembering the very first time Andy went into labour.
They were both at home the night that her contractions started, but it wasn't until around 3am that she became so uncomfortable that they had to leave for the hospital.
Sam of course didn't get any sleep and just kept checking his watch to time her contractions, despite the fact that she insisted she was fine, and later he'd be craving the rest. She was right. As she usually was, but he didn't want to miss a minute.
"Andy, where's the bag?" He yelled out the door and toward the truck that he had running in the driveway.
They'd tried to leave for the hospital twice already. The first time Sam forgot Andy. The second time he forgot his wallet and the go bag.
"In the closet Sam," Andy called back tiredly, just wanting to get herself situated comfortably before it was time to get pushing.
"I am coming sweetheart, I promise, just hang on. Do we have everything?" He asked, bounding down the front steps of the house, and towards the truck.
"Front door babe." Andy said, rather calmly as Sam began to open the drivers' side door of the truck, ready to speed off.
"Ugh, okay, sorry, Andy I swear-"
"Sam just get the door!"
"Oh my god!" Andy cringes as Sam pulls up to the maternity ward doors, just in time for the beginning of a new contraction.
He's not worried anymore. They've got four beautiful children that have been raised successfully to date. He can do this.