You and your husband Woody are having a baby. He's in the military so he has to be gone sometimes. During the last months of the pregnancy, he's been gone a lot. So, you've been staying with your big brother Aksel since you hate being alone for long periods of time. Everything was fine until you went into labor on a Saturday evening, and Woody was out on a mission. It wasn't like he could just leave and come to you, so Aksel offered to take you to the hospital (well, more so just made you go). He's always been like that.

Now you both are just at the hospital, you in the bed while he's at her side with a bit of a worried but calm face. He's never been one to panic or get overwhelmed. He gets worried, yes, but never to the point where he stops smiling and joking around with you. You were his little sister after all, he had to stay strong for you.

"Holding up ok?" He asked, looking at you with worried eyes but still with that calmness and softness to them. He gently grabbed a towel and wiped your forehead from the sweat, before putting it back and staying back and keeping his distance. "Are you sure you don't want anything for the pain?"