Pain rippled over Thomas entire midsection, forcing him to double over and drop to his knees. He let out a whimper as his body constricted in on itself. Minho and Alby were the first to reach him and the hauled him into a sitting position. Thomas gripped Alby's hand in a vice like grip as the pain reached its worst which caused Alby to yelp out in his own pain.
"Sorry," Thomas mumbled when he was finally able to think again. Clint and Jeff seemed to appear out of thin air in front of him with identical wild eyed looks on their faces.
"Newt said he saw you take a fall," Clint explained as he took a knee next to Thomas. He looked the pregnant boy over, looking for any obvious signs of injuries. "But you don't look hurt."
"My entire mid-section was in pain. It felt hard as a rock there for a minute or two, but now there's nothing," Thomas replied. He pressed his hands against his stomach and several swift, hard kicks met his palm.
"You look like you are ready to pop. You are probably in the early stages of labor. Let's get him to the infirmary while he can still walk, Alby," Clint ordered. Thomas pulled himself up with the help of Alby and Minho while Newt worried his hands behind them.
"Newt, calm the hell down. Thomas will be anxious enough for the both of you soon enough," Minho nearly commanded. Thomas gave him a sympathetic smile as he settled into an empty bed furthest from the door. "I imagine this will be painful and awkward enough with everyone in here to watch. Yell if you need help." Another ripple of pain washed over Thomas who let himself cry out. Newt took up residence in the chair next to Thomas, his hand taking a beating with each unforgiving squeeze.
Three hours later, Thomas lay exhausted in the bed with a layer of sweat covering his entire body. He cooed over the tiny form in his arms, looking absolutely perfect for all of Thomas's efforts.
"You are going to be a heartbreaker, Brigid," Thomas informed her. She looked up at him with wide eyes that almost seemed to understand the sentiment. "Don't let your daddy know how happy I am that I was wrong. I'll never hear the end of it."
"Too late," Newt quipped, reappearing with a bottle of water for Thomas and another bottle filled with a milky white fluid for Brigid. He passed the milk to Thomas who pressed it to her small, gummy mouth. "Maybe he'll trust my instincts next time."
"Next time, you'll be the one in this bed, not me. You get to deal with the pain and weird body changes all by yourself."