Thanks for all the replies you guys rock, I've finished writing this now after a horrific bout of WB GRRR!!
Usual disclaimer's apply: they ain't mine, I put them back after. Promise.
Wreck of the Day
The sun stays warm on their backs as he takes her hand as they stroll, his flip flops filling their world with a methodical beat. His hand is still protective round her back, laying lightly on the summer dress she's shoved on. Her hair is still tumbling down her back, effortless curls, crushed by her contented sleep. "The baby's gonna love this," she mused eventually, her bare feet dancing carefully through the grass.
"Yes, it's gonna be amazing to take her down here, even in winter, do you think I'll get the buggy down the path with mounds of snow around us?" she chuckles at the thought of him driving the four wheeled old style pram they've bought over the crisp snow she's yet to see.
"I doubt you'll let her out in the cold, let alone take her trekking in the grounds, hmmm?" he smirks slightly as she looks at him cautiously. She doesn't want him to prevent their child from living a life, but she finds the protective daddy streak cute.
"Yeah, I guess, I've never really done the 'daddy' thing before," he smiles nervously as a look of terror fills his eyes.
"Funny that because neither do I," she's filled with nerves too, which hit her in a wave of pain. Grabbing her falling arm he follows her to the ground, his own nerves turning to nausea as he watches tears bubble over her eyes.
"Is it? Is it a contraction?" he asks the question, knowing the answer, yet not wanting to believe it, it's early, really early. He's eager to be a dad, but maybe just not this early. Gripping his hand she lets him know the answer, her grip tight for a moment, then releasing, she is still crouched as the pain leaves her.
"I think we should go to the hospital. That was not a Braxton hick's," her breath is catching on the back of her dry throat, the adrenaline making her eyes flit about.
"You've been having Braxton Hicks?!?! And didn't tell me," his anger suddenly pacifies as she grabs his hand again. He watches her face contort and wince as she lets a slow deep breath escape, he keeps eye contact with her, ensuring she's ok as he waits for the pain to pass. More tears as the grip on his hand remains tight, "shhh, come on, we'll get back to the house, I'll call ahead, tell them you're coming, looks like our little girl is in too much of a hurry,"
"It could be a little boy, get Addison, please Derek," her paling face gives him a look he cannot argue with as they both move to stand, the pace quick as they return to the house, she's not even packed the bag yet, thirty weeks she'd told herself, don't jinx it by doing it early. She still had a month to go.