You were currently in a hospital bed, while Kyle sat next to you. Both of you were only 19, but you had gotten pregnant because well, let’s just say both of you turned each other on and things got personal.

Kyle was playing his Spotify playlist on his phone, you looked tired but both of you vibed. Normally, 19 year olds wouldn’t be so joyful about it but Gaz? He was dancing around or recording you all giddy.

That was until the pain kicked in, and it was labor time. Kyle immediately put his phone down and looked at you, rubbing your huge bump.

“Mmph …” You groaned, shifting and rolling around in pain as you put your hand on the one he was rubbing your bump with.

“Breath mamas, breath.” Kyle kissed your forehead, worriedly but eager for the baby to just pop right out.