BRAX'S POV:
Ricky and I made our way into the hospital's reception area… "Darryl Braxton and Erica Sharpe, I called en-route"
"I'll just page one of the midwives" the receptionist informed me
Nodding my head in understanding, I led Ricky over to the seating area… "How you doing?"
"Okay" she replied "I think I'm having contractions though"
"It's okay" I assured her "we're here now"
Before she could reply, a midwife hurried over to us… "Darryl Braxton and Erica Sharpe I presume?"
"That's us" I informed her
"Okay, let's get you settled in this" she replied, helping Ricky into a wheelchair "and let's get you sorted"
Following behind as the midwife began to make her way down the corridor, we were led into a semi-private room. Whilst Ricky was being changed into a gown and being examined, my phone started to ring…
"Hi, Heath" I greeted him as I picked up
"Bro, where are you?" he questioned
"The hospital" I informed him "Ricky's in labour"
"But she's early. Is she okay?" he asked
"Fine" I replied "she's just being examined now. What's up?"
"I just wondered where you'd got to. I'll get Maureen to have Case tonight and when B's finished work, we'll come to be with you" he informed me
"Cheers" I stated
"No worries. Send my love to Ric, yeah? And good luck, mate" he proclaimed
RICKY'S POV:
Brax made his way into the room once my examination had been done. I was currently at 4cm dilated so still had a way to go. Walking over to me, he kissed my forehead softly…
"How you feeling?" he asked
"Better" I admitted "who were you on the phone to?"
"Heath" he informed me "once B's finished work, they're gonna come"
"And what about Case?" I questioned
"Stop worrying, will you?" he inquired, chuckling softly "Heath's gonna ask Maureen to have him. Everything's gonna be fine"
"Can you text Heath in a bit? Ask him to bring some clothes for baby? But get B to choose. Knowing Heath he'll be dressed in something gaudy" I replied
He smirked at me and nodded his head, signalling yes as he sat down in the chair by my bedside… "Just rest, Ric"
"Bit hard to when I know sometime soon I'll be having a baby" I admitted
BRAX'S POV:
Ricky was 7cm dilated by the time Heath and Bianca arrived…
"How is she? Can I see her?" Bianca questioned
"She's good. Go on in" I informed her
Smiling at me warmly, she made her way into the room as I sat down on the chairs opposite her room…
"What's the matter?" Heath asked, sitting down next to me
"I'm scared" I admitted "what if I'm a rubbish Dad?"
"You weren't a rubbish Dad to me and Case, so what makes you think you'll be one now?" he inquired
"This is my own kid" I replied "with you boys, it was easy…"
"Maybe this won't be a piece of cake, but you'll both be brilliant" he assured me "stop worrying"
RICKY'S POV:
A knock on my door sounded and I eased myself up in the bed as Bianca peeked her head around the door… "Hey"
"Hey" I mirrored "thanks for coming"
"Like we'd miss this" she replied "you're gonna be a Mum in a matter of hours. How do you feel?"
"Sick" I admitted "what if I mess up, B?"
"What makes you think you're gonna mess up?" she questioned
"Casey's one thing, but my own kid… I can't mess up, B" I informed her
"And you won't" she replied "you're a brilliant Mum, I've seen that first-hand. You and Brax, you're gonna be brilliant parents. Just look at how well you've brought Casey up, together"
I smiled at her warmly… "I'm just being silly, aren't I?"
"Just a bit" she chuckled "now, I've brought baby Braxton some clothes like you asked…"
"Thanks" I replied
"You're welcome" she stated as she pulled out a baby-grow
"Knock, knock" a voice interjected as I was about to talk again
"Hi" I greeted the midwife as she peeked her head around the door
"Just come to check you over again" she informed me "the way you're going, I think it'll soon be time"
"You do?" I asked
"I do" she replied "would you mind waiting outside please, Miss?
"Course" Bianca stated
Bianca left the room and the nurse pulled some gloves onto her hands… "Ready?"
I nodded my head, signalling yes. After I'd been examined again, the midwife removed her gloves… "I think we're ready to go to delivery, Miss. Sharpe"
Ricky's ready to go to delivery. Will all go well with the birth?