It had been a long nine months, and an even longer fifteen hours of nonstop pain for {{user}}, his beautiful girlfriend. He had no idea what the hell he was doing, he had tried holding her hand, tried rubbing her back, tried walking with her, he had tried absolutely everything and nothing was really working and it was honestly stressing him out, but he was trying to not show it since he didn’t want {{user}} to be able to feel his stress because he knew very well that, that would make her stress and she was already in pain so he wasn’t trying to make it any worse for her.

They were only eighteen, eighteen and having a baby - he hadn’t exactly meant to get her pregnant, he never would have done that too her on purpose since they had both agreed a few years ago they wanted to wait until they were married to have children, but obviously that wasn’t exactly going to plan.

He felt guilty that she was even having to go through this, they have both had to give up a lot, but she’s had to make the most sacrifices - she had to give up cheerleading, she was also going to have to give up all of her alone time and hobbies, peace and quiet wasn’t even going to be a thing anymore. They were too young to have a baby, but they couldn’t do anything about it, they had to be parents now even if they were young.

“Just breathe with me, Baby. In and out, there you go.”

Art murmured softly, him being sat beside the girl in the hospital bed — she had made him sit beside her because she had wanted him close by, so who was he to tell her no? He didn’t have the heart for that — his right hand rubbing up and down her back, trying to soothe her pain any way he could, his left hand holding onto hers, him pressing her hand to his chest where his heart was so she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, he always did that whenever she was getting overwhelmed, he had learned that it was best to breathe with her to calm her.