Hotchniss One-Shots

Happy Birthday Baby.

Author's Note: This one isn't necessarily mature but it could be seen as a little graphic. If that isn't your sort of thing, then feel free to skip this one, there will be another one soon. I am just going to blame that I'm a nursing major in college. Anyways, enjoy this Hotchniss one-shot, it's a long one.

18 hours, she didn't know how much more she could take.

The brunette woman leaned in against her husband and let out a loud groan. The brunette man supported her body weight and slowly swayed her hips for her to try and ease the tension. As the contraction eased, Emily let out a big breath and lifted her face out of Aaron's shoulder.

Aaron kissed her sweaty forehead and helped her back over to the bed, he could tell that she was having trouble standing, so he helped her back on to the bed, where she sat with crossed legs, leaning forward in to him so that he could support her.

He knew she didn't want to talk, so he ran his hands up and down the sides of her stomach and as the next contraction crept up, Emily tensed up and squeezed Aaron to try and ease the pain a little. As the climax hit, she grunted loudly and he frowned as she began to cry gently against his shoulder. He waited for the contraction to end, before he lifted her red face in to his hands so that she was looking at him, her eyes puffy from tears.

"Don't cry Em, you're doing great." He reassured her and she sighed and winced as the baby shifted inside her, she could feel her moving further down in to her pelvis with every contraction.

"I just want her out!" Emily complained and Aaron nodded understandingly, holding her tighter and using one hand to wipe away her tears.

"I know you're tired babe, but you're so close now." He tried to reason but he knew she was fed up and wanted it over with. After 18 hours of contractions, he didn't know how much more she could endure before she gave up. He wasn't going to let that happen.

As the contractions began to inch closer together, she cried harder through each one and Aaron did his best to coach her through it, but it was obvious how much more intense they were becoming. Emily was laying on her side and during a particularly strong contraction, he noticed that she spread her legs apart and cried out a little, before automatically starting to push.

When the contraction was over, he rubbed her thigh and helped her put her leg back down.

"I want to push." She muttered as she tried to catch her breath and he nodded, pressing the button for the midwife to come in. They had been told that once she had the urge to push, the baby was definitely on its way.

The midwife entered the room a few minutes later mid-contraction and she could tell that Emily was getting close by the way her husband was holding one leg up and she was pushing lightly through the contraction. When it was over, the midwife gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Are you feeling the urge to push?" She asked and Emily nodded, spreading her legs out and rolling on to her back, knowing that she would be having an examination. They hurt and it was uncomfortable to have their hands in there, but if it bought her closer to getting the baby out, she would endure it.

Aaron rubbed her hand as she squeezed his and he encouraged her as the midwife examined her and she winced at the discomfort. When the midwife's hand was out, she took off the glove and gave Emily a reassuring smile.

"You're 9 and a half centimetres. If you feel like pushing, then go for it. Your baby is very low down, it won't be long."

Emily breathed a sigh of relief and Aaron thanked her as she went to prepare everything she would need for the delivery and page a nurse to assist her.