Days had passed, two weeks to be exact, since the couple finished preparing the nursery. Lovino was now 8 months and a week along. In those two weeks, Lovino had made a visit with Doctor Sanchez so she could check up on him and how he and the baby were doing. At the appointment, they discussed what they were going to do for when he went into labor and how to prepare for everything. The whole talk freaked Lovino out and reality set in. They were going to be parents in less than a month. As thrilled as he was, he was still nervous. And to top it off, going into labor and birth sounded extremely painful, he didn't know if he was ready for that.
One cool november morning, Lovino woken up considerably early. His eyes slowly opened and he noticed that Antonio wasn't lying next to him. His boss must've called him in early. The Italian struggled to sit up but finally got it after about a minuet of trying to do so.
The house was always so quiet and dead without Antonio, Lovino hated it. While standing in the kitchen by himself, searching the cabinet for something to eat, he felt the uncomfortable sensation of cramps in his belly. It was nothing serious though, Doctor Sanchez told him that he'd be feeling that quite often and that they were called braxton hicks. Lovino rubbed his swollen belly before hearing the house phone ring. He grabbed it from the dock on the counter.
"Pronto?" Lovino answered.
"Hola, Lovi! How is everything?" Antonio said from the other end.
"Everything's fine, I'm just having a little pain." Lovino answered truthfully as he stood up.
"Is everything okay!? How bad is the pain!? Do you need me to-"
Lovino chuckled, "I mean I'm just having braxton hicks, don't have a heart attack."
"Oh." Antonio let out a sigh of relief. "Gracias a Dios. I don't know what time I'll be home, there's a lot going on here with my boss."
"It's fine." Lovino nodded, "Try not to worry all day, okay?"
"I'll try but I've got to say, I'm on edge." Antonio admitted.
"I know but I'm fine. I'll call you if I need anything." Lovino promised.
"Alright. I love you, Lovi."
"I love you too, ciao."
"Adios!"
And with that, Lovino hung up the phone and put it back on the receiver. The Italian didn't quite feel hungry anymore so he decided to walk upstairs. As he walked up to his bedroom door, he noticed the nursery door was somewhat opened. Lovino planned on closing the door but instead, he stood in the doorway and look around at the complete room. His eyes took in the sunlit room, the painted walls, the toys, the crib that would be holding a baby any day from now. In that moment he could imagine himself reading to the baby in the comfy blue chair in the corner. Or he could picture himself and Antonio playing with the baby near the toy box in the corner.
Just another month. Lovino reminded himself.
Just another month.
Two days later, Lovino was secretly happy to wake up and see Antonio laying beside him. He waited a few moments until Antonio woke up at the sound of his alarm.
"Mm Buenos dias, Lovi." Antonio mumbled sleepily as he looked up at his lover.
"Buongiornio, amore." Lovino replied, turning off the alarm with the tap of a button.
"I have to go to work today." Antonio sighed, snaking his arms around Lovino. "But I'd much rather be here with you."
"I would love it if you could stay home but your boss will probably be pissed with you." Lovino said, running his fingers through Antonio's hair.
"Probably?" Antonio chuckled, "He'd have my head if I didn't go to what ever meeting he has planned."
"Then hurry and get up, I don't want you dying on me." Lovino laughed softly before placing a soft kiss on his lover's forehead.
Soon enough, Antonio got out of bed and started getting dressed. Lovino went downstairs and decided to make some breakfast since he was hungry and he knew Antonio would be too.
"What are you making? It smells so good!" Antonio smiled brightly as he walked into the kitchen.
"I'm just making omelets, that French bastard gave me a recipe for it." Lovino told him, flipping the eggs in the pan.
"No wonder it smells so good, Francis has some of the best food ever." Antonio said, straightening his tie.
Just as Lovino went to protest and tell him Italy had the best food, he felt a pang of pain take over his stomach. He didn't say anything though, he just continued to cook as the pain mellowed out and felt like what he remembered as braxton hicks. No use in freaking out over something that's probably not that serious.
During breakfast, Lovino was quiet. The pain that he felt earlier returned and was somewhat distracting. Antonio asked for the reason of his sudden silence but Lovino shrugged it off and told him he was fine. After breakfast, Antonio got the rest of his things ready.
"So are you sure you'll be fine by yourself?" Antonio asked as Lovino stood at the sink, rinsing off the dishes from their meal.
"You worry too much." Lovino told him, looking over to him. "I'll be fine." But he didn't mention the slight pain that he was in.
"Alright. Remember-"
"I know, call you if I need anything." Lovino nodded. "Now go to work before you're late."
"Okay. Te amo, I'll be home by eight." Antonio said before pressing a sweet kiss to Lovino's cheek.
"Alright, ti amo anch'io." Lovino replied.
With that Antonio grabbed his leather briefcase and went on his way. That left Lovino alone washing dishes, feeling a little uncomfortable. Though he was sure the pains would go away soon.
No more than 4 hours later, Lovino found himself laying in bed, groaning in discomfort. Those braxton hicks were lasting such a long time. What if he was going into labor? No that couldn't be it, he still had a whole month left until he was due. Of course Doctor Sanchez told them that the baby could be born anytime between this month and the next but Lovino refused to believe he was going into labor now of all times.
Lovino sat up straight and tossed the blankets off of him. Maybe a little tv would help him relax.
Hoping to get some sort of comfort or distraction out of watching his favorite shows, Lovino made his way to the living room and cautiously sat down on the couch. Once he grabbed the remote, he turned the tv on with the push of a button and put on some Spanish novela. Spanish soap opera's were so cheesy it was a great source of laughter.
Within a half hour, Lovino made it through to the middle of the show and was actually feeling somewhat better. The pain was at a minimum so he couldn't complain much, he was content.
About an hour later, Lovino found himself in the kitchen, feeling much better than before as he fixed up a snack. Lovino was humming along to a song as he put together a bowl of ice cream for himself. The Italian decided that the frozen treat needed a topping. As he reached for the chocolate syrup in one of the top cabinets, a strong pain plagued his stomach and he immediately clutched his belly.
"Damn it." He hissed, gripping on to the counter with one hand.
The pain didn't cease, it only intensified. Lovino bit his lip so hard he could taste a bit of blood. In that moment, he couldn't move.
Then suddenly.
Lovino felt pressure on his lower half and in an instant, his pajama pants were soaked with fluids.
"Fuck." Lovino muttered before another pain came through.
It took him a few seconds but when he finally moved, he grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and quickly dialed Antonio's cellphone. As the phone dialed, Lovino felt his anxiety heighten though he tried to remain calm.
Meanwhile, Antonio was sitting through a boring meeting with his boss beside him and other country officials around them. As the Spaniard tried to pay attention to some charts that were being talked about, he could feel the vibration of his cellphone in his pants pocket. Thinking it could be Lovino he quickly excused himself before walking out of the room.
Out in the hallway, Antonio swiped his phone screen to answer the call.
"Hola-" Antonio barely answered before being interrupted by rapid Italian.
"Antonio! N-non so che cosa sta succedendo! So bene ma è troppo presto! Il bambino non deve essere qui per tre settimane! Il mio stomaco fa male così tanto, non vi è acqua d-dappertutto!"
"Lovi, relax! I can't understand what you're saying! What's the matter?" Antonio asked, his heart racing and his mind filling with terrible thoughts.
Lovino took a deep, shaky, breath before speaking again, this time in a language that Antonio could understand.
"M-My water just broke."
A/N: Alright this was a bit of a short chapter cause it's more of a filler but yea tHE TIME HAS FINALLY COME AND LOVINO'S GONNA HAVE THE BABY
The next chapter should be longer than this and the last chapter will definitely be longer. I also only updated so soon because I started writing this chapter yesterday and was able to finish it today because I had some extra free time. Btw have you guys noticed that I either update twice within a week or I don't update for a whole month. Like there is no in between sorry guys haha. But I'm gonna try to update the rest of the story soon but not to quickly. Anyways, thanks for reading, favoriting, and following, I really appreciate it, you guys are awesome!
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TRANSLATIONS:
Italian: Antonio! N-non so che cosa sta succedendo! So bene ma è troppo presto! Il bambino non deve essere qui per tre settimane! Il mio stomaco fa male così tanto, non vi è acqua d-dappertutto!
English: Antonio! I don't know what is happening! Well I know but it is too early! The baby should not be here for three weeks! My stomach hurts so much, there is water everywhere!