Warnings: mild language
Daisy and Daniel could both agree that life was being a massive bitch right now. Daisy was pissed because she partly got the bed wet when her water broke, and she'd have to change the bedsheets when they got back from the hospital. Daniel was pissed because he knocked over the trash can when backing out of the driveway earlier.
Now, the two of them were pissed at their biggest enemy right now: freeway traffic. Literal bumper-to-bumper traffic. Daisy was trying not to panic from the passenger's seat, but Daniel noticed how she tried to (discreetly) see if the cars in front of them were moving. Daniel was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently, muttering under his breath.
"Ooh," Daisy flinched as she rested her hand over her belly. "Damnit, Dallas, hold on a little longer, okay?"
Daniel stared at Daisy's belly, still unable to believe that his wife was ready to give birth to their son. That Dallas was ready to come into the world. The past 8 months have been a blur of Daisy having mood swings and throwing up, Daniel panicking about being a father, and the couple setting up the nursery next to the master bedroom and painting the walls jade green.
Dallas Elio Sousa. That was the name Daniel and Daisy agreed upon. Dallas was Daisy's choosing, the name meaning someone stable, disciplined, and practical. She wanted her son to grow up filled with love, unlike her own childhood, which was filled with chaos and misery. Elio, on the other hand, was Daniel's choosing. The name Elio had Spanish origins, something Daniel considered since his father was ¾ Spanish, and it represented the Sun, which he felt was accurate for the person he knew his son would grow up to be.
Daniel startled as he heard a horn honk behind him. Taking his eyes off of Daisy, he was relieved to see that the traffic cleared somewhat, and drove forward.
"We're almost there, buddy," Daniel said to Daisy's belly, an action that Daisy found hilarious. "We're about five minutes away from the hospital, try not to give your mom such a hard time." In response, Daisy felt her uterus contract.
"I can tell this one's going to be a lot of trouble," Daisy groaned in pain as her husband chuckled. Before long, they were exiting the freeway, the hospital in their line of sight.
"Thank God," Daniel whispered, slowly taking his hand to rub it over Daisy's belly.
"This was only half of the journey, Sousa," Daisy teased, out of breath. Daniel mentally braced himself as he turned into the parking lot of the hospital. He saw a nurse walk through the sliding glass doors and drove to the entrance before putting the car into park. The nurse, noticing them, immediately walked over to the car. One look at a frantic Daniel and a sweaty (and pregnant) Daisy told her all she needed to know.
"First time?" she asked, to which Daisy nodded. "I'll call for a wheelchair."
A few moments later, another hospital employee rolled up to the car, a wheelchair in his grasp. The nurse opened the passenger door and helped Daisy out of the seat.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to park your car before following us inside. Please ask the front desk for your wife's room number after parking," she said as Daisy sat down in the wheelchair. Daniel nodded in understanding as his wife was wheeled away. He didn't move the car until he saw the nurse, the hospital employee, and Daisy disappear behind the sliding glass doors.
Part 3 will be the last chapter of this mini-series, but definitely not for this story!
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