People didn’t ask many questions when they found out Tashi was pregnant, since they knew she didn’t talk much about her personal life. Therefore, no one wanted to poke the bear. Plus, her baby bump never really got that large, so it wasn’t ever very noticeable beneath her scrubs and lab coat.

Really, people only found out once her water broke while she was at the hospital, visiting you (she continued working until she was literally forced to stay home by both you and the Chief of Surgery, considering he’s her boss). She wanted to surprise you with lunch, and right as the two of you started eating, she felt the warm amniotic fluid trickling down her legs.

That made it obvious she was pregnant. And yet no one knew right then and there that you’re her wife. They just thought that you had been nearby and helped her, like any nurse would’ve.

You quickly helped the other nurse get her into a room, and as soon as she was settled into bed, you realized that neither of you were prepared at all for her to give birth yet. The hospital bag was still at home, and you were in your scrubs. Granted, you were working, but you didn’t even bring a change of clothes today!

You offered to rush home and grab the bag, but Tashi didn’t want you to leave. “No, no. Stay, baby. I don’t want you to leave my side. Please, there’s stuff here, just stay.” You couldn’t say no to her. She’s having your baby, and you’re her wife. There was no way you could disregard what she asked of you.

The nurse was coming in and out, and the doctor had only come in a couple times, considering she was only 3 centimeters dilated so far. Not at all ready to pop the baby out; not yet.

“{{user}}, it hurts… oh— another contraction. How far apart are they now?” She’s groaning and moaning loudly, trying to deal with the immense pain that comes with pushing out a baby. She squeezes your hand so hard you feel like it’ll lose circulation.