Day 282:
"Alright, remember, this begins your two-week break class," Dipper announced as his students began packing up to leave.
"Tell your wife that I wish you both good luck," one of the students called as she left.
"Thank you," Dipper smiled as he packed his stuff and left. Pacifica was about a week from her due date, but the ultrasounds had shown that Persia was big and healthy enough that she could come at any moment. Dipper took the last of his notes, packed them away, and then headed out the door. He drove home, opened the door, and was greeted by his wife at the door.
"Good, you're home, let's go," she said.
"Why? What's wrong?" Dipper asked.
"Time to have this baby!"
"You're in labour!?" Dipper's eyes grew wide.
"Not yet, but I will be soon. Because this baby is coming now!"
Dipper sighed and rolled his eyes. "Princess, that's not how that works."
"But I want her out now!" Pacifica whined.
Dipper sighed, but his bags down, and pulled her into a hug. "I know. I know you do. It will be soon, though."
"Not soon enough," Pacifica groaned as she walked over to the couch and slowly lowered herself onto it. "Everything hurts. I can't sleep. I feel like I'm on my period!"
"Anything stronger than that?" Dipper asked. Pacifica had started having Braxton Hicks about a week ago.
"No, not really," Pacifica let out a loud gron. "UGH! I want her out!"
Dipper sat down on the couch next to her, and began playing with her hair. His phone dinged. Her pulled it out and looked. It was from Mabel to the group message she'd created two weeks ago, which she titled "VIP's to Persia." It included her, Dipper, Mabel, Stan, Ford, Wendy, and Soos. Basically, the parents, and the few people that were expected to be in the waiting room once Persia finally decided to come.
The message read: "Anything? :D"
Dipper texted back. "No. Not yet."
Mabel quickly texted back "Aw, poop!"
Dipper turned his attention back to his wife. "Anything I can do to help?"
"Help me get to bed," Pacifica mumbled. Dipper stood, helped his wife to her feet, helped her up the stairs, and began tucking her in. She stopped him, though, and all but attacked him in a passionate kiss.
"Not that I'm complaining but-"
"Sex can help start labor," Pacifica quickly explained.
Dipper couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "As inviting as that sounds, you hardly slept any last night, so why don't you try to get some rest?"
Pacifica groaned. "I think that's impossible at this point!"
"Well, at least try. I'll be around if you need me," he kissed her forehead and then walked back downstairs to check the bags they already had set up. He pulled out the list on his phone and ran through the items, yet again.
Their birthplan: natural water birth.
Two bathrobes, leggings, long shirts, pajamas, and underwear for Pacifica after the birth.
Changes of clothes for him after the birth.
The sports bra and t-shirt dress for the actual labor.
Swim trunks for Dipper during the birth.
Socks, slippers, flip-flops.
Hair brush and hair ties.
Pillows.
Toothbrush, toothpaste, lip balm.
Snacks and drinks.
Headphones and an MP3.
Cards for games should things go slow.
A hand help fan for him to use to maybe make Pacifica more comfortable during the labor.
Phone chargers.
A going home outfit for Persia (including a jacket since it was still cold out).
Diapers.
Extra baby blankets.
And the car seat.
They had everything they needed, same as the last few times. Dipper sighed and nodded in satisfaction. He wandered into the kitchen, got a snack, then sat down on the couch to watch some TV and to grade assignments. He made sure to keep the volume down so he could hear Pacifica if she should call him.
His phone dinged again.
It was Wendy this time. "How is P doing?"
He texted back: "Miserable."
"Yup. I remeber those days. Just a little longer Pazzy!"
Dipper went back to grading. He had gotten through abotu half the assignments when he heard a faint "Dipper?" from upstairs.
He put his stuff aside and went upstairs. Pacifica was seated on their bed, face screwed up in a grimace.
"Pacifica?" Dipper's heart skipped a beat.
"My back is killing me, can you rub it please?" Pacifica begged.
Dipper let out a small sigh. "Yes, of course."
He sat behind her and began massaging her back.
"Thank you," Pacifica sighed. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
They were quiet for a while. Dipper continued rubbing her back until she suddenly gasped.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch," Pacifica hissed.
"Princess?" Dipper's heart skipped a beat.
"Ouch, ouch, OUCH!"
"Pacifica, are you having-"
"I don't know," Pacifica gasped. "I...I think so?"
Dipper pulled his phone out again. "Okay, well, I'm starting a timer, so you tell me if you feel anything like that again."
Pacifica nodded and began to stuggled to stand up.
"What are you doing?"
"I wanna take a walk," Pacifica answered. "Maybe it will speed it along."
"Okay, hang on a second." Dipper got his and Pacifica's coats. He slipped his wife's on over her shoulder, then set his on, and opened the door for them. They walked hand in hand downthe side walk.
"Feeling okay?" Dipper asked.
"As okay as I can feel," Pacifica answered.
Dipper nodded and pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. "We're almost there, Princess. Any minute now and our little Peanut will be here."
Pacifica smiled softly as they continued on. After a few moments Pacifica stopped and gasped again.
"Ow...okay, yeah, I think that was a contraction."
Dipper checked his phone. "Twenty minutes."
"When are we supposed to head to the hospital?" Pacifica asked.
"When they get to five minutes apart, or when your water breaks."
"Darn it!" Pacifica mumbled.
"But, hey, you're having contractions," Dipper pointed out. "So it will be soon."
"Let's keep walking, maybe I'll have some more," Pacifica said, grabbing his hand.
Dipper chuckled. "Wow, you are really ready to get this baby out."
"Uh-huh!"
They walked hand-in-hand for a little while longer, until the sun started setting. They started heading back when Pacifica stopped and gasped again.
"Okay, breathe," Dipper set his hands on her back and drew her close. They still weren't close enough for them to head to the hospital, so he wasn't worried ye-
"Dipper!" Pacifica suddenly squealed.
"What's wrong?" Dipper asked, taking a step back. Pacifica was lookind down at her feet, where a small puddle was forming.
Dipper's heart skipped a beat. "It that-"
Pacifica nodded. "My water broke."