Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎no meds

A/N: family series
Modern
@isabella998843

I'm 35 weeks pregnant now, I just want this stupid month to be over with.

This baby has been kicking hard and it's been bad. Almost every time it kicked I got Braxton hicks, even at work.

Speaking of work, my boss has been worse. Asking to feel the baby kick, all over me if I need help, begging me to divorce Dally and making comments asking if he's the actual dad.

I've told Dally about it every time and he just gets uncomfortable for my sake. He knows about my skeavy boss, and he keeps begging me to quit.

I sat on our couch, Addy almost falling asleep on Dally's lap and Natalie on my side. I hadn't felt the hicks in a long time, thankfully, so I had a little more energy. We were watching a movie when all of a sudden, I felt a contraction and a rush of water.

I groaned loudly and the girls looked at me, along with Dally. I took a quick glance and saw water all around me and the girls got anxious.

"Mama what's wrong? Is the baby hurting you?" Natalie asked and I smiled. "No guys I'm alright. What time is it? Oh, it's passed your bedtime." I said and they groaned and went to their room. As they got up, Dally looked at me and I mouthed, "My water broke."

He sat there trying to figure out what I said before I got another one and he immediately understood what was happening. He got up and went to say goodnight to the girls before rushing back and helping me up. We saw the fluid covering the couch and I nearly cried. "Aw man, my couch!" I complained and he looked at me. "Doll, you're about to have a fucking baby and you're worried about the fucking couch?" He whispered at me. I realized it was stupid and I grabbed my phone from the counter while he grabbed the bag.

I called Ponyboy and he picked up almost immediately. "Ponyboy, are you busy right now?" I asked and he said no.

"Good, because I'm having this baby and I need you to come and watch the girls. We just put them to bed but we gotta g-" I said before getting another one. He agreed and hung up and came over almost immediately. He sat on the couch and wished us luck and we got in the car.

"Ahhhhh!" I screamed when a bad one hit in the car and Dally looked at me with sweat dripping down his forehead. He grabbed my hand and sped up until we got to the hospital. We rushed in and he begged the nurse for a doctor before he came down and brought us up to the delivery room.

We got all situated and the doctor looked and found I was already 7 centimeters dilated, too late for meds. I groaned and started to cry and Dally softly kissed my forehead. I looked at him and he was heartbroken at my sadness.

"I don't know if I can do it without meds." I said and he nodded and hugged me. "You can because you're a badass and I know that for a fact." He said and I giggled. I still cried and another one hit and I sobbed even harder.

The doctor came back 40 dreadful minutes later and said it was time to push. And I did. I pushed that baby out as hard as I could until he came out and I heard his soft little cries.

He was born early, he was very small. But I didn't mind because he was so cute, I wanted to hold him forever. I remember the voice of my doctor saying, "It's a boy!" And I looked at Dally and he started to cry happy tears.

When they handed my little boy to me, he stopped crying and he was happier than ever. He smiled and Dally cried happily into my shoulder.

Our little boy, Owen Tucker, was born.