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Well this fanfic aged (sorry author for bringing you back to it I just found it)

small bump : part three

Taylor found herself at the end of her ninth month of pregnancy more uncomfortable and miserable she had ever been in her life. She spent most of her days laying on the couch and re watching her favourite episodes of Friends. This was partly doctor’s orders of partial bed rest and partly the overprotective nature of her husband, who’s anxiety was at a higher level than Taylor’s - something that rarely ever happened.

“Tay?” Joe called, walking into the living room in his sweatpants, “Did you take your vitamins this morning?”

Taylor nodded from the sofa, a bowl of fruit resting on her large stomach, “Yeah, I did before I got banned to the couch.”

Joe sighed, knowing how exhausted and fed up with her pregnancy his wife was, “It’s over soon, baby. It’ll all be over soon.” He says, sitting down beside her and pulling her into his arms.

Taylor groans, eliciting a worried look on her husband’s face, “My back hurts so much.”

Joe frowns, wrapping his arms around her and resting his hands on her stomach, “Do you want me to give you a massage?”

Taylor shook her head, closing her eyes as another strike of pain flashed through her lower back, “No, I just want to lay here.” She breathes out, relieved that she was in her husband’s arms.

“Alright.” He smiles softly, kissing her temple as the television aimlessly plays. He rubbed small circles on her baby bump, beginning to imagine how uncomfortable she was feeling.

Taylor yawned, adjusting her head that rested against Joe’s chest, “I just want her here.”

“I know, baby.” Joe whispers, kissing her head.

She groaned again, struggling to sit up and put her hand on her lower back, “Maybe you should have a warm bath?” Joe suggests, helping apply pressure for his wife.

Taylor thought about it for a few moments, “Will you sit with me?” She asked, suddenly feeling a large amount of pressure in her pelvis.

“Of course.” He replies, giving her leverage to stand up with her huge bump before he stood up behind her and took her hand, leading his wife up the steps.

Taylor knew that her daughter would decide to make her appearance soon. She could feel it. When she woke up that morning, she felt different. The pain never went away, and she sat up last night with contractions that could’ve been the real deal. All she wanted was to finally be able to hold her baby girl. Joe started the water for her, checking the temperature often as it filled up the tub. Taylor reached down to the bare skin of her lower abdomen where her shirt road up and wrapped her fingers around the hem, pulling it over her head.

Just as she went to get herself out of her sweatpants, and Joe shut off the water, a loud gushing sound filled the bathroom.

Two large strikes of pain flashed through Taylor’s body, one in her large stomach and one in her lower back. She shut her eyes quickly, trying to ignore the pain that was pulsating through her.

“Taylor?” Joe asked, his face masked with more worry than it ever had been before, “Was that your..”

The heavily pregnant woman nodded, biting her lip as she opened her eyes and looked down at the mess she had created, “my water.” She whispered, her voice small and vulnerable.

“Should we go to the hospital right now?” Joe asked, walking over to his wife and putting his large hands on her equally large baby bump.

“I need to clean up this mess first.” Taylor said quietly, looking around the bathroom, in a sense of shock that she was finally in labor, “Then we can go.”

“No, no babe.” Joe quickly said, “The mess can wait, the baby is coming.”

“But, the floor.”

“Taylor Alison.” He sternly stated, raising his eyebrows at her, “The floor will be fine. Let’s get you changed and to the hospital before you have the baby on the floor.”

Taylor sighed, leaning her head back in pain as a contraction came over her body.

“Contraction?” Joe worriedly asked, pushing Taylor’s hair out of her face and rubbing his thumb over her cheek.

The pressure in her lower back and pelvis was unimaginable as she clenched her stomach, “I-I need to sit.” Taylor squeaked out, her voice weaker than it had been when she had laryngitis last year.

Joe closed the toilet seat and carefully helped her over to sit down on the covered bowl, “Is that better?”

Taylor nodded, biting her lip again for the remaining of the contraction before letting out a deep breath and looking up at her husband, “It’s over now.”

“Let’s get you changed baby.” He said, kissing her head, leaving the bathroom and returning with a fresh pair of sweatpants and panties, “Do you need help?”

“Yes please.” Taylor yawned, sliding her wet sweatpants down as much as she could before Joe supported her and she stepped out of them, doing the same with her panties.

Joe smirked at his pregnant wife, “You put on a thong this morning?” He chuckled softly, looking down at it on the floor and back up at Taylor.

Taylor blushed, “I figured if I went into labor today I’d give the doctors a little surprise.”

“Oh they’re gonna get more than a little butt action.” Joe joked, helping Taylor into the fresh pair of underwear and sweatpants.

Taylor laughed lightly, pushing her hair out of her face as she placed her hand on her huge baby bump, “We should go before I get in too much pain.”

“Baby you’re already in pain.” Joe commented, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Apparently there will be more pain, so we should go.” She yawned, starting to feel more pressure in her pelvis again, “Ohhh, there it is.”

“We need to go love.” Joe said calmly, even though he was freaking out on the inside. He took her hand and slowly lead her down the stairs before grabbing the bag at the door and helping his wife into the car. Once they reached the hospital and made their way up to the labor and delivery ward, Taylor’s doctor was already there, welcoming the two nervous soon-to-be parents with a bright smile.

“Taylor!” She beamed, looking down through her glasses at a chart, presumably for the singer, “It’s baby time?”

Taylor nodded anxiously, smiling softly as Joe still held her hand and lead her over to the nurse’s station, “Yeah, the contractions in my lower back are pretty steady.”

“And her water broke.” Joe added, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

Taylor nodded again, her smile fading into a frown as another contraction pulsed through her abdomen and pelvis.

“Let’s get you into a room.” Dr. Robbins said more seriously this time, grabbing a different binder and leaving for a few moments before coming back to Taylor and Joe, “Do you want a wheelchair, Taylor? Or will you be okay?” She asked with a sympathetic facial expression, “It’s just right down the hall.”

Taylor shook her head through the pain she was experiencing, tightening her grip on her husband’s hand, “No, I’ll be okay.” She says quietly, clenching her teeth together.

“Are you sure, babe?” Joe questioned her, his eyebrows furrowed.

Taylor nodded, frustrated that neither of them didn’t just trust her when she said she could do it, “I’m fine, but I need to sit down.”

Both her doctor and her husband nodded, before Dr. Robbins lead them to Taylor’s room, Joe keeping a good grip on his wife’s hand as they walked.

“We should call my mom.” Taylor yawned after she had changed into a hospital gown and gotten an IV to keep her hydrated through labor and birth. She was still more uncomfortable than ever, however she was determined to do this naturally. She planned for it, she mentally told herself that she would do it and her doctor knew. She didn’t need any medicine to do something her body was made to for.

Joe smiled at her, grabbing her phone from the chair beside the hospital bed and handing it to his wife, “You look cute baby.”

Taylor raised both of her eyebrows at him, unimpressed with what he said before dialling her mother’s number and waiting for her to pick up her phone.

“Taylor honey!” Her mother practically yelled into the phone, “Is it baby time yet?!”

Taylor laughed slightly as she gripped the side of the bed to get through another contraction, “Yes.” She gritted through her teeth, “I’m at the hospital.”

“Oh my baby is having a baby!” Andrea squealed on the other end of the line, “I’ll be right over alright darlin’!”

“Okay, Dr. Robbins checked me and said I was at a 4.” Taylor replies, focusing on her steady breathing.

“Perfect. Don’t pop my granddaughter out before I get there!” Andrea joked, before they said their goodbyes and Taylor hung up the line, just as her contraction subsided.

Joe stood up from the chair across the room and came over to his wife, sitting down on the other chair beside the bed, “Is she on her way?” He asked, leaning over and kissing Taylor’s face.

Taylor nodded, smiling slightly until more pressure in her pelvis returned, “She said don’t pop her granddaughter out before she got there.”

Joe chuckles lightly, his face soon dropping when he saw his wife in pain again. He knew she wanted to do this naturally, but admittedly, he wanted her to take the epidural so she would be more at ease, “Your mother is going to spoil this child rotten.”

Taylor nodded, tears pricking her eyes as her contractions picked up and the pain in her lower back grew stronger, “It’s her first grand baby, let her have a little fun.”

Joe smiled, pushing Taylor’s hair between her ears, “You’re doing so good baby. You’re so strong.” He whispered, kissing her forehead.

The singer smiled sympathetically, closing her eyes as she leaned her head back into the bed and rolled it left and right.

Joe covered his wife with the blanket after she was checked again, Dr. Robbins had determined she was already nearly a 6, and things were progressing very quickly. Her mother arrived and Taylor tried to sleep per her husband’s request but couldn’t due to the immense pain she was facing, and ended up just moaning and groaning in her bed through every contraction.

Four hours had passed since they arrived and Dr. Robbins came into the room with a smile, “How are you doing, Taylor?” She asked, grabbing a pair of latex gloves from the counter and slipping them on.

Taylor groaned, adjusting herself restlessly as she got through another contraction, “Pressure.” She said, her voice weak and vulnerable, “Lots of pressure and I feel like I’m going to be sick.”

“That’s completely normal.” She smiled, sitting down in front of the bed and lifting the blanket that covered Taylor’s lower half, “Let’s see where we are, mhm?”

Taylor nodded, her face defeated and her body weak. She bit her lip as Dr. Robbins checked her before returning the blanket to its previous position, “Well Taylor. It’s time for you to meet your daughter.”

Taylor eyes bugged out of her head, in shock that she could’ve progressed that quickly with her first baby, “What?” She said as her mom smiled and Joe kissed Taylor’s forehead with a smile.

Dr. Robbins’ nodded, stripping her gloves off and throwing them onto the bin before she turned on the bright delivery lights, “You’re at a 10. Your baby girl is ready to be in Mommy’s arms.”

Taylor let out a huge breath, smiling as a couple of other people came into the room and started getting things ready for the birth.

“Are you ready?” Taylor asked her husband, looking up at him with fear and pain in her eyes.

Joe nodded with a smile, “I’m so proud of you baby. You’re so close.”

“Thank you.” Taylor yawned, wincing as another contraction pulsed through her.

Dr. Robbins took off the blanket and soon Taylor was laying on a completely sterile bed with her legs fully spread, her husband on one side of her and her mother on the other, “Okay, Taylor. Ready?”

Taylor nodded, biting her lip as she suddenly felt a huge boatload of pressure in her pelvis, causing her to softly whimper in pain, “I need to push.” She moaned, shutting her eyes hard as Joe held her hand with one of his, the other softly stroking her hair.

“Taylor, when I count to 3, I need you to bare down and push with all that you have left in you. You have to battle for your baby, Okay? You need to do that until I count to 10 and then we take a break. Ready?” Dr. Robbins’ explained, rolling her chair closer to the Mom-to-be.

Taylor nodded, tears pricking her eyes, partially from pain and partially from fear.

“And 1, 2, 3.” Dr. Robbins’ announced seriously, “Go, Go Taylor. Bare down girl, you’ve got it.”

Taylor lowered her chin to her chest and pushed with all of the energy she didn’t have left in her. She had no energy, she had no strength but some how she found some. She had to.

The first ten seconds passed slowly and the rest period flew by before Taylor found herself pushing her baby out again. She felt as if she was pushing all of her organs out with her child. It hurt more than she could ever put words to, and that was never a challenge for Taylor. After the second round of pushing things escalated and before she knew it her mother was crying, her husband was crying, she was crying, and so was their baby. The bed was covered in blood but suddenly, there was another person in the room. A new heartbeat. A new set of lungs. A brand new life.

“It’s a girl!” Dr. Robbins announces into the room, lifting the baby up and laying her down on Taylor’s chest.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.” Taylor cries, wrapping her shaking arms around her crying daughter, “Hi, baby hi.” She cries again, closing her eyes as her breathing continued violently.

“She’s beautiful, Tay. You did so good baby.” Joe whispered in her ear before pushing it out of her face and pressing a kiss to her forehead, staring intently at their newly born daughter.

Andrea stepped back as the nurses and Doctor Robbins worked quickly to get Taylor cleaned up.

Taylor ran her finger over the baby’s cheek, even though it was covered in blood and mucus, “Hi pretty girl. I’m your mommy. I get to love you.” She whispered into her daughter’s ear, tears rolling down her cheeks as Dr. Robbins finished up cleaning Taylor.

Joe leaning down to get a better look at his daughter just as the baby tried to open her eyes, “Joe! Look! Look at her!” Taylor gasped quietly, shifting her gaze to her husband for a quick second before turning back to their baby girl.

“I see Tay.” He whispers with a smile, taking a blanket from the nurse to cover the baby girl’s naked body, “She’s trying to say hi to her mommy and daddy.”

Taylor smiled, running on absolute bliss and love that her baby was finally here.

“Hey there, baby girl. I’m your daddy, and I know that your mommy is the strongest woman in the world. I hope you get to be just like your momma, okay?” Joe whispered, making everyone in the room begin to fight back tears, except Andrea - who was still crying from before.

Suddenly, Joe lifted the blanket that was covering their baby, which got a glare from Taylor, “What are you doing?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Counting.” He smirked, glancing over his daughter’s toes and then her fingers, “Just to make sure.”

Taylor smiled, covering the baby back up before the nurse came over to take their daughter for a bath and tests, “We’re just gonna get her all cleaned up, and weigh her.” The nurse smiled as she lifted the squirming newborn from her mother’s arms. The baby began to scream and Joe instinctively rushed over to where they were weighing his daughter.

“Is she okay Joe?” Taylor asked, tears pricking her eyes.

Joe nodded with a smile, glancing at Taylor before turning back to his newborn daughter, “She’s perfect Tay. So perfect.”

They cleaned up the little girl and swaddled her in a blanket before placing her in Joe’s arms, who couldn’t help but cry over how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to have her and her mom.

Joe pressed his lips to his daughter’s forehead, holding them there even though he felt all of the eyes in the room on him. He didn’t care, he had both of his girls and that’s all that mattered.

•

The last few days had been interesting to say the least. Their daughter had been really good at sleeping through the day and screaming through the night when she wasn’t being held constantly, making Taylor and Joe so exhausted they had went to another dimension.

The clock in their master bedroom glared an ungodly hour of their first night at home when the baby began to cry, just a mere fifteen minutes after Taylor had just breastfed her.

Taylor started to get up, but stopped when Joe’s warm hand made contact with her bare thigh, “I’ll get her Tay. You need to rest.” He whispered, kissing his wife on the cheek before rolling out of bed and walking over to the pink bassinet that sat in the corner of their room.

“Shhh, baby girl.” He whispered, gently picking up the crying newborn and holding her close to his chest, “Shhh, Addie.”

Joe carried his daughter out of the room, heading downstairs and looking around the lower level. It was a mess, but a good mess.

“Have we given you a proper tour of this place?” He softly asks the newborn, adjusting her in his arms and strolling through the house, showing his daughter every room on the lower level. Her cries had subsided, and Joe took her back upstairs, finishing his tour in the master bedroom. Taylor was laying there, just listening to her husband talk aimlessly to their baby. A small smile formed on her face as they came into the room and Joe thought she was asleep.

“You know miss Addelyn Grace, our nights were a lot quieter when you were back in your Mommy’s tummy.” He whispered, sitting down in the rocking chair with her, “Except when Mommy and Daddy had fun, but you don’t need to know that until you’re 60, okay? I think we’re gonna have to return you to Mommy’s tummy unless you start sleeping at night. Can you do that for daddy? I know Mommy says she’s okay but she’s super tired and she wants to be the best mommy she can be for you, so will you help her out with that?”

Taylor sat up, looking at her husband and her daughter with tears in her eyes.

Joe smiled at her, noticing that baby Addelyn was sleeping soundly in his arms, “Crazy how she got so big, hey?” Joe whispered, thinking back to how small Taylor’s stomach was when they first found out.

She nodded, realizing that she could deal with the sleepless nights, as long as it meant she could keep her husband and her daughter for the rest of her life.

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