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Title: Birth
Author: veiledndarkness
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1622
Summary: It's time.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. They aren't mine, blah, blah.
In the same setting as the other Bobby & Jack Family Arc that I've started. MPREG!!!
For sweetebonyrose because you asked. Hope you like it!
*
Jack shifted awkwardly on the bed, a flash of pain hitting his lower back. He winced and rubbed in vain at the sore spot, attempting to massage the area that hurt. He bit his lip as the pain grew, spreading throughout his lower back, down into his hips.
"Oh god," he whispered as he felt a sudden cramp ripple through his stomach. He struggled to sit up, sighing in relief as the cramp faded.
Jack glanced at the calendar over his old desk and studied it closely. His eyes widened slowly as another sharp cramp hit him. "B-Bobby," he tried to yell, his voice barely above a whisper.
He groaned and pushed himself up, his swollen belly making him feel off centre. Biting his lip hard, he stood up, clutching his stomach as he struggled to breathe through the cramp. "No, not a cramp," he laughed shakily. "A fuckin' contraction."
Jack took another step, his shoulders hunched as he felt the contraction squeeze harder.
"Bobby," he hissed loudly, making his way to the door. He leaned against the frame, gasping, his skin feeling tight and hard. He drew in a quick breath and yelled for Bobby as loud as he could.
Angel poked his head out of the bathroom, a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. "Downstairs," he muttered.
Jack held the side of the wall. "Get him," he said through gritted teeth. "Now!"
Angel stared at him, a look of understanding on his face slowly appearing. "Shit," he said lowly. Jack nodded. "Please Angel," he groaned. "Get him now."
Angel took off, skipping several stairs along the way. He found him in the kitchen, eyes half closed over a cup of coffee. "Jack, now," he said shortly, dragging Bobby towards the stairs.
"Huh? What?" Bobby mumbled sleepily. Angel rolled his eyes. "The baby, man. It's comin'," he said impatiently.
Bobby paled. "Now?" he asked, blinking fast. Angel nodded. "Hurry!" he barked, tugging Bobby over to the stairs.
Jack appeared at the top of the stairs, his skin pale and shining with sweat. "Bobby," he croaked, grimacing as another contraction hit him.
Bobby hurried up the stairs. "Jack? You ok?" he asked, not knowing what to say.
Jack bit his lip again, shaking his head. "Get the bag, the one by my bed," he said slowly.
Bobby pressed a kiss to Jack's forehead and ran to the room, returning with the already packed bag. "How far apart are the contractions?" he asked, holding Jack's hand.
Jack gripped his hand. He shrugged slightly. "About three minutes," he said.
Bobby led him downstairs. "Let's get you to the hospital then," he murmured, trying to stay calm. Angel patted Bobby on the shoulder as they passed. "Good luck man," he said. "I'll call Ma an' let her know."
Bobby helped Jack into the car, moving quickly to his side, and started the engine. "You ok?" he asked again. Jack breathed quickly, tensing up. "It hurts," he muttered, gripping the seat in his hands.
"Just hang on, ok?" Bobby said. "I'll get you there as fast as I can."
Jack nodded tightly, whimpering as the contraction hit harder. He closed and then opened his eyes, inhaling hard. "B-Bobby," he said quietly.
Bobby looked over at him worriedly, driving as fast as he dared. "Jack?"
Jack blushed slightly. "Uhh, my water just broke," he mumbled, a dark wet stain spreading through his pants. Bobby swerved the car, narrowly missing another on the road.
"Damn," he muttered, clutching the wheel tightly. Despite the pain, Jack laughed breathlessly.
"Just don't get us killed on the way huh?" he said, slowing his breathing, remembering what Evelyn had told him. Bobby gave him a sheepish grin. "Sorry sweetheart," he muttered, reaching across the car and holding Jack's hand.
*
They pulled up to the hospital a few minutes later. Bobby helped Jack out of the car slowly, bringing him inside. Jack gripped the counter while the nurse looked over his information, his face paling as the contraction ripped through him. He gasped weakly, slumping against Bobby.
"Shit, can we get a wheelchair or somethin'?" Bobby asked nervously.
The nurse smiled and nodded. "Of course sir," she said, calling for an orderly to bring a wheelchair for Jack. They helped him sit down, and wheeled him to the maternity ward.
Jack groaned, clutching Bobby's hand as he lay in the tilted bed. "Feels like my insides are shredding," he moaned.
Bobby stroked his forehead. "Sorry Jackie," he whispered, watching the nurses around them carefully. "Wish I could help you."
Jack sighed. "It might help if you stop scaring the nurses," he said softly. "Look, see that one? She won't even meet your eyes."
Bobby snorted, smoothing Jack's hair back from his sweaty forehead. "Long as she doesn't come too close to you," he growled. Jack laughed softly.
"For God's sake Bobby, she's just doing her job. She won't hurt me or the baby," he said.
"Still," he grumbled, holding Jack's hand. Jack bit his lip again as a contraction rolled through him. The doctor approached, putting a pair of gloves on.
"Hello there, Jack," she said with a smile, calmly ignoring the glare from Bobby. "My name is Theresa," she added. She lifted Jack's sheet and checked him quickly.
"How are you so far?" she asked, jotting down a quick note on his chart. Jack gripped Bobby's hand tighter, a strong contraction stealing his breath. "That good hmm?" she said, smiling cheerfully.
"Well, the good news is that you're coming along nicely. You're already 8 centimeters dilated, so hopefully it shouldn't be too much longer," she said briskly, draping the sheets over him for privacy.
Jack nodded, breathing shakily. "T-Thank you," he said. He glanced at Bobby and tried to smile. "Water?" he asked, feeling thirsty suddenly.
Bobby filled his cup with some water, handing it to him silently. Theresa brought Bobby a chair for him to sit in. "Here you are Bobby," she said. Bobby started to protest.
"No, I don't need one," he tried to say. "None of that Bobby, this stage could take awhile, and there's no sense in being stubborn," she clucked her tongue. "Now sit."
Bobby sat down, glaring at her. Jack chuckled over his water. "You don't know Bobby very well," he muttered.
*
After what seemed like days, Theresa checked Jack again, nodding in satisfaction.
"Alright then, ten centimeters," she said, smiling. "It's time to push now."
Jack shivered, afraid and nervous, but eager. "Bobby," he whispered, slowly moving into a sitting position. His whole body ached, his body shaking from the effort of not pushing.
Bobby stood beside him now, holding his hand tightly. "It's gonna be ok," he said.
Jack breathed out, groaning as another contraction hit, squeezing tightly around his stomach. He cried out sharply, the pain bursting in several areas. Theresa moved between his legs, lifting the sheet back. "Ok, now listen to me Jack," she said calmly.
"When I tell you to, you push, got it?" she said. Jack nodded, biting his lip harder.
She watched the monitor, checking Jack's contraction. "Alright, push," she said.
Jack pushed down, tears coming to his eyes. He gritted his teeth, whimpering. She counted softly. "Again," Theresa said. Jack sobbed softly, pushing harder.
Bobby felt a large lump come up in his throat. "Jackie," he whispered, tears stinging his eyes.
He pushed again when Theresa told him to, gripping Bobby's hand tightly. "It hurts," he moaned. "It burns." Theresa nodded, massaging the skin around him. "Almost there Jack, almost," she said.
She looked up at Bobby, smiling. "The baby's head is crowning," she said. "Would you like to see?"
Bobby paled. "Umm, yeah ok," he muttered. He let go of Jack's hand for a moment, flexing his numb fingers. He moved to the side, his eyes wide as he saw the tip of the baby's head just beginning to show.
Jack panted, crying out as he felt the contraction hit, pushing again. Bobby saw more of the head slid out and gasped.
"Jesus," he mumbled, swaying dizzily. Theresa laughed quietly. "It's alright," she whispered.
Bobby watched in amazement as Jack pushed harder, tears trickling down his cheeks as he pushed. "Bobby," he sobbed, reaching out for his hand. Bobby moved quickly to him, kissing his hand as he pushed.
Theresa eased the baby's head out, suctioning the mouth quickly. Bobby felt his heart stop as a small wail filled the near silent room. Jack fell back against the soaked pillow, panting harshly.
"Another push," Theresa said. Jack cried out again, pain ripping through him. She caught the baby as it came out, wrapping him in a blanket carefully. "Would you like to cut the cord?" she said to Bobby.
Bobby smiled faintly, still dizzy. Theresa showed him where to cut and he did so then. She wrapped the baby up tighter and placed him on Jack's chest. "Congratulations," she said warmly. "It's a boy."
Jack trembled, his body exhausted. He cradled the baby close, pressing a kiss to the baby's forehead.
"My baby," he said, sniffing as he stroked the tiny red face. Bobby leaned in, kissing Jack softly. "You were fuckin' incredible," he whispered.
Jack laughed quietly. "And you almost passed out," he said, smirking slightly.
Bobby shook his head. "Did not," he said immediately. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, sure Bobby," he said, smiling. "Say hello to your baby boy."
Bobby lifted him carefully from Jack's arms. He cradled him closely, kissing the baby's forehead. "Whatcha gonna name him?" he asked, watching the baby stare back at him silently.
"Tyler," he murmured, yawning. "Tyler Robert Mercer," he added.
Bobby smiled, shaking his head. He sat beside Jack and kissed his hand again.
"My family."
*
Author: veiledndarkness
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1622
Summary: It's time.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. They aren't mine, blah, blah.
In the same setting as the other Bobby & Jack Family Arc that I've started. MPREG!!!
For sweetebonyrose because you asked. Hope you like it!
*
Jack shifted awkwardly on the bed, a flash of pain hitting his lower back. He winced and rubbed in vain at the sore spot, attempting to massage the area that hurt. He bit his lip as the pain grew, spreading throughout his lower back, down into his hips.
"Oh god," he whispered as he felt a sudden cramp ripple through his stomach. He struggled to sit up, sighing in relief as the cramp faded.
Jack glanced at the calendar over his old desk and studied it closely. His eyes widened slowly as another sharp cramp hit him. "B-Bobby," he tried to yell, his voice barely above a whisper.
He groaned and pushed himself up, his swollen belly making him feel off centre. Biting his lip hard, he stood up, clutching his stomach as he struggled to breathe through the cramp. "No, not a cramp," he laughed shakily. "A fuckin' contraction."
Jack took another step, his shoulders hunched as he felt the contraction squeeze harder.
"Bobby," he hissed loudly, making his way to the door. He leaned against the frame, gasping, his skin feeling tight and hard. He drew in a quick breath and yelled for Bobby as loud as he could.
Angel poked his head out of the bathroom, a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. "Downstairs," he muttered.
Jack held the side of the wall. "Get him," he said through gritted teeth. "Now!"
Angel stared at him, a look of understanding on his face slowly appearing. "Shit," he said lowly. Jack nodded. "Please Angel," he groaned. "Get him now."
Angel took off, skipping several stairs along the way. He found him in the kitchen, eyes half closed over a cup of coffee. "Jack, now," he said shortly, dragging Bobby towards the stairs.
"Huh? What?" Bobby mumbled sleepily. Angel rolled his eyes. "The baby, man. It's comin'," he said impatiently.
Bobby paled. "Now?" he asked, blinking fast. Angel nodded. "Hurry!" he barked, tugging Bobby over to the stairs.
Jack appeared at the top of the stairs, his skin pale and shining with sweat. "Bobby," he croaked, grimacing as another contraction hit him.
Bobby hurried up the stairs. "Jack? You ok?" he asked, not knowing what to say.
Jack bit his lip again, shaking his head. "Get the bag, the one by my bed," he said slowly.
Bobby pressed a kiss to Jack's forehead and ran to the room, returning with the already packed bag. "How far apart are the contractions?" he asked, holding Jack's hand.
Jack gripped his hand. He shrugged slightly. "About three minutes," he said.
Bobby led him downstairs. "Let's get you to the hospital then," he murmured, trying to stay calm. Angel patted Bobby on the shoulder as they passed. "Good luck man," he said. "I'll call Ma an' let her know."
Bobby helped Jack into the car, moving quickly to his side, and started the engine. "You ok?" he asked again. Jack breathed quickly, tensing up. "It hurts," he muttered, gripping the seat in his hands.
"Just hang on, ok?" Bobby said. "I'll get you there as fast as I can."
Jack nodded tightly, whimpering as the contraction hit harder. He closed and then opened his eyes, inhaling hard. "B-Bobby," he said quietly.
Bobby looked over at him worriedly, driving as fast as he dared. "Jack?"
Jack blushed slightly. "Uhh, my water just broke," he mumbled, a dark wet stain spreading through his pants. Bobby swerved the car, narrowly missing another on the road.
"Damn," he muttered, clutching the wheel tightly. Despite the pain, Jack laughed breathlessly.
"Just don't get us killed on the way huh?" he said, slowing his breathing, remembering what Evelyn had told him. Bobby gave him a sheepish grin. "Sorry sweetheart," he muttered, reaching across the car and holding Jack's hand.
*
They pulled up to the hospital a few minutes later. Bobby helped Jack out of the car slowly, bringing him inside. Jack gripped the counter while the nurse looked over his information, his face paling as the contraction ripped through him. He gasped weakly, slumping against Bobby.
"Shit, can we get a wheelchair or somethin'?" Bobby asked nervously.
The nurse smiled and nodded. "Of course sir," she said, calling for an orderly to bring a wheelchair for Jack. They helped him sit down, and wheeled him to the maternity ward.
Jack groaned, clutching Bobby's hand as he lay in the tilted bed. "Feels like my insides are shredding," he moaned.
Bobby stroked his forehead. "Sorry Jackie," he whispered, watching the nurses around them carefully. "Wish I could help you."
Jack sighed. "It might help if you stop scaring the nurses," he said softly. "Look, see that one? She won't even meet your eyes."
Bobby snorted, smoothing Jack's hair back from his sweaty forehead. "Long as she doesn't come too close to you," he growled. Jack laughed softly.
"For God's sake Bobby, she's just doing her job. She won't hurt me or the baby," he said.
"Still," he grumbled, holding Jack's hand. Jack bit his lip again as a contraction rolled through him. The doctor approached, putting a pair of gloves on.
"Hello there, Jack," she said with a smile, calmly ignoring the glare from Bobby. "My name is Theresa," she added. She lifted Jack's sheet and checked him quickly.
"How are you so far?" she asked, jotting down a quick note on his chart. Jack gripped Bobby's hand tighter, a strong contraction stealing his breath. "That good hmm?" she said, smiling cheerfully.
"Well, the good news is that you're coming along nicely. You're already 8 centimeters dilated, so hopefully it shouldn't be too much longer," she said briskly, draping the sheets over him for privacy.
Jack nodded, breathing shakily. "T-Thank you," he said. He glanced at Bobby and tried to smile. "Water?" he asked, feeling thirsty suddenly.
Bobby filled his cup with some water, handing it to him silently. Theresa brought Bobby a chair for him to sit in. "Here you are Bobby," she said. Bobby started to protest.
"No, I don't need one," he tried to say. "None of that Bobby, this stage could take awhile, and there's no sense in being stubborn," she clucked her tongue. "Now sit."
Bobby sat down, glaring at her. Jack chuckled over his water. "You don't know Bobby very well," he muttered.
*
After what seemed like days, Theresa checked Jack again, nodding in satisfaction.
"Alright then, ten centimeters," she said, smiling. "It's time to push now."
Jack shivered, afraid and nervous, but eager. "Bobby," he whispered, slowly moving into a sitting position. His whole body ached, his body shaking from the effort of not pushing.
Bobby stood beside him now, holding his hand tightly. "It's gonna be ok," he said.
Jack breathed out, groaning as another contraction hit, squeezing tightly around his stomach. He cried out sharply, the pain bursting in several areas. Theresa moved between his legs, lifting the sheet back. "Ok, now listen to me Jack," she said calmly.
"When I tell you to, you push, got it?" she said. Jack nodded, biting his lip harder.
She watched the monitor, checking Jack's contraction. "Alright, push," she said.
Jack pushed down, tears coming to his eyes. He gritted his teeth, whimpering. She counted softly. "Again," Theresa said. Jack sobbed softly, pushing harder.
Bobby felt a large lump come up in his throat. "Jackie," he whispered, tears stinging his eyes.
He pushed again when Theresa told him to, gripping Bobby's hand tightly. "It hurts," he moaned. "It burns." Theresa nodded, massaging the skin around him. "Almost there Jack, almost," she said.
She looked up at Bobby, smiling. "The baby's head is crowning," she said. "Would you like to see?"
Bobby paled. "Umm, yeah ok," he muttered. He let go of Jack's hand for a moment, flexing his numb fingers. He moved to the side, his eyes wide as he saw the tip of the baby's head just beginning to show.
Jack panted, crying out as he felt the contraction hit, pushing again. Bobby saw more of the head slid out and gasped.
"Jesus," he mumbled, swaying dizzily. Theresa laughed quietly. "It's alright," she whispered.
Bobby watched in amazement as Jack pushed harder, tears trickling down his cheeks as he pushed. "Bobby," he sobbed, reaching out for his hand. Bobby moved quickly to him, kissing his hand as he pushed.
Theresa eased the baby's head out, suctioning the mouth quickly. Bobby felt his heart stop as a small wail filled the near silent room. Jack fell back against the soaked pillow, panting harshly.
"Another push," Theresa said. Jack cried out again, pain ripping through him. She caught the baby as it came out, wrapping him in a blanket carefully. "Would you like to cut the cord?" she said to Bobby.
Bobby smiled faintly, still dizzy. Theresa showed him where to cut and he did so then. She wrapped the baby up tighter and placed him on Jack's chest. "Congratulations," she said warmly. "It's a boy."
Jack trembled, his body exhausted. He cradled the baby close, pressing a kiss to the baby's forehead.
"My baby," he said, sniffing as he stroked the tiny red face. Bobby leaned in, kissing Jack softly. "You were fuckin' incredible," he whispered.
Jack laughed quietly. "And you almost passed out," he said, smirking slightly.
Bobby shook his head. "Did not," he said immediately. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, sure Bobby," he said, smiling. "Say hello to your baby boy."
Bobby lifted him carefully from Jack's arms. He cradled him closely, kissing the baby's forehead. "Whatcha gonna name him?" he asked, watching the baby stare back at him silently.
"Tyler," he murmured, yawning. "Tyler Robert Mercer," he added.
Bobby smiled, shaking his head. He sat beside Jack and kissed his hand again.
"My family."
*