Bump • t.s + c.f

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As he put the phone down, Troye looked over at Connor and smiled. "Sweetheart, your parents are just leaving to go to the airport now. They'll be here in about five hours or just under." He told the boy curled up on the sofa.

"Okay. I really hope they're here in time for Boo to be born. I don't want to be all alone when I give birth."

"You won't be alone hun," said Troye as he crouched down in front of him. "I'm going to be there with you."

"Still, it's gonna hurt and I want my mommy to be with me." Connor pouted. Troye nodded and leant forward to place a small kiss on his thin lips.

For the next few hours, Troye gently cared for Connor as he went through the early steps of labour. They were fine until Connor whimpered and tugged on Troye's sleeve about three hours later.

"T-Tro, can you please call the hospital or midwife or who ever. I think I'm going into like, proper labour." He asked.

"Of course sweetie." Troye immediately stood up and grabbed the phone, ready to make the call.

Ten minutes later, Troye and Connor nervously got into the car with a small bag containing two books, some clothes (just in case), a baby sleepsuit and a soft teddy bear. As Troye drove towards the hospital, Connor's knee shook up and down. He was nervous and scared to be having his baby, especially since his parents weren't there to calm him.

After they got to the hospital, Connor was put straight on the maternity ward. It was another half an hour until he had he had to be given painkillers as he held Troye's hand tightly and the birthing process began. While the midwife and nurse encouraged Connor with his effort, Troye sent a quick text to Cheryl to say what was happening and asked them to come straight to the hospital when they landed.

An hour and a half later, Cheryl was let into the room, where Connor was crying in agony as he continued the giving birth process and Troye was (unsuccessfully) trying to sooth him.

"Hey Connor." She said softly, sitting the other side of her son and taking his hand in hers. He immediately death-gripped it. "You're doing so good, honey." Cheryl continued to encourage Connor as he gave birth.

20 minutes later, a soft yet loud cry filled the room and within minutes a gooey little thing bundled up in blankets was placed within Connor's arms. Troye sat next to him, defiantly perched on the bed, and cooed over both the baby and Connor.

"Look at our little baby, Con." Troye whispered with a grin. He blinked back the tears he could feel building up in his eyes as he lovingly stared down at the two.

Connor looked up at him, also with a grin. "For a newborn baby, he's actually not that ugly."

"Yeah," Troye agreed. "Why don't you go to sleep for a bit, you must be exhausted." Connor nodded and gently kissed Troye's cheek and his little baby's forehead before his eyes slid closed and he fell into a gentle sleep.

Connor woke up a few hours later to a warmth missing from his chest and arms and a pressure gone from the mattress. Hearing voices, he slowly cracked his eyes open to see his boyfriend stood up and listening to a nurse speak, with their baby, dressed in a light blue sleepsuit, and a bottle of formula milk in his hand.

"Tro?" Connor mumbled and then reached his arms out, maybe grabby hands at his baby. Troye instantly walked over to him and gently placed the baby in his arms and gave him the bottle of warm milk.

"He woke up so the nurse showed me how to change his nappy and do the formula milk. I was just about to wake you up to feed him." Troye told him. Connor nodded and hesitantly put the feeding part of the bottle against his baby's mouth. Both parents gazed at their baby when someone walked in and cleared their throat. They looked up to see a doctor standing respectfully just inside the room.

The doctor explained that she was there to handle the birth certificate and finally asked, "Have you chosen a name?"

"Y-Yeah." Connor replied and looked up at Troye.

"He's called Gilbert Samual Mellet-Franta." Troye announced. After the doctor left, Troye looked back at Connor and the baby.

Connor looked back at him and then at their baby, saying gently, "Our little Bertie."

"Yeah, our little Bertie."

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And after like a century, there is a new chapter, and a baby!

I'm sorry it took ages for this but I've had mock exams at school for the last few weeks so I was quite caught up with revising for them (i still got a u in history though, woops) and yeah. I'm going to have the next chapters up in the next week though and then I may have something new in the works, which I will commit to (along with updating Pretty Girl).

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Phenixx