Warnings: language, slightly graphic process of childbirth

If anyone was looking closely, they'd see that Daniel's face had gone pale. It wasn't the fear, it wasn't the apprehension, and it certainly wasn't due to excitement. No. His face had paled because he was currently feeling the true strength Daisy had. He felt like his bones could shatter at any moment just because of his wife's grip. Daniel was just glad that Daisy was holding his left hand and not his right.

Daisy, in question, was splayed out on the hospital bed, her body writhing in pain due to her contractions, which became more and more frequent.

"Okay, Daisy, you're at 10 centimeters now. It's time to push," the doctor commanded gently. This earned a growl from Daisy, who was sweating profusely. Her face contorted once more when a particularly brutal contraction racked through her body.

"Goddamnit, Sousa," she seethed in between labored breaths. "I am never letting you put a baby into me again."

Daniel could barely nod. "Yes, honey."

"Fucking hell, this monster is gonna kill me," Daisy groaned, squeezing Daniel's hand even tighter. It took her husband nearly all of his willpower to not let a sound escape his lips. He could feel his fingers growing numb. "How the fuck do people push out baby after baby?"

"I can see the head, Daisy," the doctor said gently, trying her best not to provoke more of Daisy's frustration.

"Can't I get any more painkillers, Doc?" Daisy gasped, her eyes squeezing shut. Daniel silently tucked a strand of hair away from his wife's sweaty brow.

The doctor shook her head no. "We can't give you more of the epidural, Daisy. Too much will lower your blood pressure and prove dangerous for you and your baby."

Daisy groaned in pain at this. She turned her face toward Daniel. "After today, condoms are a must, Daniel Sousa. I am never doing this again." Daniel could only nod meekly as his wife screamed in pain once more.

"Nurse, vital check," the doctor commanded one of the women at standby. The nurse glanced at the monitors.

"Blood pressure: 142 over 85. Heart rate: 76 beats per minute," the nurse listed out. The doctor nodded at these numbers before encouraging Daisy to push more.

"You're almost there, Mrs. Johnson," the doctor said.

The noise of the room turned into a low buzz. Daniel Sousa never thought he'd feel this much fear. After all, he was a World War II veteran, SSR agent, and former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. He'd seen his Alternate self die facedown in a pool, been kidnapped by Malick years ago, apparently died in front of Daisy in a time loop, and had many close calls with the Chronicoms. It was the feeling of Daisy crushing his hand and the prospect of becoming a father that terrified him the most. Daniel was pulled back to reality when he felt Daisy give out a huge sigh next to him.

The next sound, he knows will be ingrained into his memory for the rest of his life. A sound that made all his fear that had compiled over his life worth it. Dallas Elio Sousa let out his first cry.

That's the end of the In Labor mini-saga and another one of the sagas in this story! Thank you to everyone who has come this far!

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