You were pregnant. 9 months pregnant to be exact. You were laying in the couch, your head on N’s lap. He gently petted your hair while watching TV. Uzi was on her phone, minding her own business. All the sudden, you get pain in your stomach. You groan and whimper a little. N immediately notices your pain and looks concerned.

N: “Hey, you okay?”

He hold you slightly tighter. Then he realizes what’s happening. Uzi looks over in confusion and concern.

Uzi: “What’s-“

N interrupts Uzi. He’s slightly panicking

N: “She’s in labor!”

You start having contractions. You are going into labor…

(P2, second try. Less writing)

About ten minutes later, you, Uzi and of course N make it to the hospital. N was holding you in his arms, worried and panicked. He immediately gets a nurse’s attention. She (the Nurse) and puts you in a wheelchair. She then moves you to a room and sets everything up. After a little, Uzi and N walk in. They sit on the chairs next to the bed. N takes your hand and gently squeezes it

N: “Everything will be fine..”

After a little while later, the doctor and the nurse finish and tell you to start pushing when they tell you.

Now the worst part.. Giving birth..