the hospital room is quiet and calm, except for the sound of all the machines echoing between the four walls. you rest your head against the pillow and sigh, you have no choice but to wait for Drew to come to the hospital after he has read your messages where you tell him that your water broke.

drew

what baby what the fuck i'm coming just wait

there are devices strapped around your swollen nine-month belly, which monitor your baby's vital signs and time contractions, An IV goes through your hand, and the only thing they told you when you got here is that you're only two centimeters dilated. the only thing left to do is wait.

drew is always glued to you, literally before and after he found out you were expecting a baby. He is an anxious man, he literally can't take his eyes off you or your belly for a second, all the time kissing her or talking to the baby only to receive little kicks in return that make him smile with love — That's why you're not mad right now. It was just bad luck that just on the day he was supposed to be on set, the contractions caught you off guard when you were alone at home and then fuck— your water just broke.

You press your lips together and close your eyes, trying to get some rest. The nurses said it could be a long labor due to your low dilation right now, and since it was a natural birth, all that was left was to wait — until the door bursts open and drew's large figure makes its way into the room. He's breathing heavily and labored as if he ran instead of climbing the hospital stairs like any normal person (he probably ran) and he's dragging your suitcase along the floor and the baby's pink diaper bag hanging from her shoulder.

He puts his things aside and closes the door behind him. It doesn't take long for him to walk quickly towards the stretcher where you find him with his calm but anxious expression. "hey beautiful." he speaks hastily, but his words come out with sweetness and concern. He kisses your forehead, then leans closer to your face and leaves a sweet but fleeting kiss on your lips “m’ sorry, sorry—i tried to get here as fast as i could, literally almost crashed the car—the fucking traffic.” he comments as he pulls away slightly but is still standing next to the stretcher and leaning towards you.

you open your eyes wide at his last words and look at him with a frown “you what?” you stare at him and he lets out a nervous chuckle, he strokes your hair as if it were nothing and kisses your cheek “nothin’— just kiddin’ mama” he looks at you and then his gaze travels all around him, until you go down to observe your exposed belly surrounded by devices.

he'd be lying if it didn't get on his damn nerves to have the monitors blaring in the room, the sound of his baby's heartbeat filling his ears, and especially seeing you on that stretcher with your tired expression. It makes him feel useless, but he knows there's nothing he can do about it other than not leaving your side — you kill him anyway if he leaves even for two seconds.

he leans down to your tummy as his large arm wraps around it. He caresses it, and it doesn't take long until you start feeling small kisses on the stretched skin as he murmurs against it “how is my little one? everythin’ okay?” he asks, raising his gaze to connect with yours.

you can't help but smile a little seeing him like this, and sweetly your fingers go up to caress his shaved hair while he stands there busy kissing his belly and caressing it "they told me i just have to wait. the baby is fine, supposedly positioned here." you point to your lower belly, and it doesn't take long for drew to look closely and feel that spot “oh—and i only dilated two centimeters. so it’s going to be a long night,” you comment, grimacing.

drew grimaces too, but he understands, and despite being scared to death, seeing you now calm and not losing your mind makes him feel calm too — he supposes that perhaps the moment in which you become the devil himself will be when the contractions start again, but for now he prefers this version.