of course. of fucking course, out of all the days you could have given birth, the baby decided to pop out on a saturday. now, usually, this wouldn’t be a problem, but saturdays were a no-go when you had a basketball player for a wife.

saturdays were game day. so, as you can imagine, paige rushed out of the arena to get to the hospital the moment she heard the news. she had luckily just wrapped up the post game conference when your water broke, so she could make it in time.

you were in the hospital room with your sister, a few nurses hooking some things up to you. paige burst in, glancing around. “did i make it?” she asked, softening up when she saw your gentle nod.

“i’m so sorry, mama. i almost missed it, fuck.” she spoke quietly, walking to the other side of you and taking your hand in hers. “you okay? cold? need water? what d’you need?” she asked, pushing a stray piece of hair back behind your ear.