Rin had never been this nervous before. You laid in bed in the labour room, your swollen tummy more prominent than ever through the thin hospital gown. It was your due date and you’d been admitted since your contractions had already started.

Everything would be fine, he told himself. You were healthy, the baby was healthy. The labour was going to go smoothly and soon he would be holding his child in his arms and he would be a father. Fuck, he was getting emotional. He had to look away to blink back a tear that threatened drip down his face. This was completely unlike him, but this was also a completely unlike-any-other day of his life. He was going to be a father, you, the love of his life, were also the mother of his child, and now you would have a lovely little family of your own. In that moment, Rin considered himself to be the luckiest person on Earth.

He stopped pacing the room once he heard you cry out in pain. Rin whipped around to face you, his heart nearly stopping at the sight of your face contorted in pain. You were trying to sit up right, your hands supporting you on the mattress as the nurse coaxed you into pushing and getting into a better condition. Rin was immediately at your side, taking your right hand in his and gently rubbing it with his thumb all while peppering kisses on your knuckles.

“You’re doing great. You’re doing amazing.” He whispered, brushing matted strands of hair out of your face. His heart ached at the sight of you in so much pain. He wanted to squeeze you to his side, but he refrained from doing anything that might hurt you. “You’re strong, baby. So fucking strong. I love you, i love you so goddamn much.”