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Yay! For the meme: Finn + at the store + number 8 (Yes, I’m sure it’s not twins! How rude.) Because I can't resist a big tum.

“These don’t fit either,” Finn signed and handed the shop assistent the maternity pants he had just tried. “They feel too loose around my thighs, and too tight around my belly.” He absolutely hated this. Nothing fit and felt comfortable anymore. 

Finn had always been slender, sure, but not unusually so. But his belly had popped really fast, right at the ten weeks mark, and hadn’t stopped aggressively growing since, while the rest of him had stayed mostly the same. All the weight had gone straight to his middle, he looked like he could be seven months along, instead of his actual five. 

“You’re really showing, for someone only 22 weeks. Are you sure there’s only one baby?” The assistant asked, rather tactless, while she tried to find a pair of pants he hadn’t tried and dismissed yet.

“Yes, I’m sure it’s not twins! How rude.” Finn replied, hands resting protectively over his belly, which only made its big size even more noticeable. 

He had asked his doctor the same thing, but she had confirmed there was only one (pretty big, but healthy) baby inside of him, surrounded by plenty of fluid. Everyone just carried differently, she had assured him. 

Still, Finn couldn’t help but envy all the other pregnant people, with their tiny and cute bumps, he suddenly noticed on every corner. While he was over here, already looking like he was trying to smuggle a watermelon, already waddling and with terrible back pain. And the worst was, that he could only counteract said pain by leaning back and pressing both his hands into his lower back, which made his belly stick out even more. Life really wasn’t fair. 

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Henry + at exam + 13 Henry + after exam + 7,8 Thank you so very much for writing. Your stories are amazing.

Thanks, anon! I’ve picked one of your prompts for now:

Henry wrapped his arms around Finn’s shoulders as soon as he stumbled out of the exam room. He wasn’t sure he could stay upright for much longer, “Oh god, hurts so bad, please help,” he moaned.

“Jesus, Henry, how the hell did you make it through that like this?” Finn was shocked. He tried to rub Henry’s stomach, to take away some of the pressure, but it felt hard as a stone under his hand. 

“’s worse now, like this,” Henry explained, between labored breaths. “Standing. “The baby feels so low now.”

“Okay,” Finn tried not to panic. “Let’s get you to the hospital. My car is right outside. Come on.” He tried to lead Henry towards the door.

“Ouch,” Henry whimpered, clearly in the midst at another contraction, not moving at all. “I don’t think I can walk.”

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Louis + at the movies/cinema + 9 please!! ❤️

[There were a few prompts for #9, so I just picked the one that was sent first.]

At first he had thought they were just regular Braxton hicks, he was almost 40 weeks pregnant after all, and not used to sitting in the same position for long periods of time anymore. 

But the movie was great and Louis was used to feeling uncomfortable by now, so he just drank his soda as fast as he could, hoping the added hydration would make them stop, and tried to focus on what was happening on screen. 

They didn’t stop though. In fact the contractions only got worse and worse as time went on, but by then Louis was unable to leave. 

The problem was, that his seat was at the end of a row in the back, next to a wall, so for him to make it out, everyone in his row would have to get up and move to let him pass (he was way too big to squeeze past them at this point). He then would have to carefully waddle down the stairs on the side in the dark. And then cross the screen in the front, blocking everyone’s view, to get to the exit.

He couldn’t stand that much attention and embarrassment in his condition. Everyone would know. So he sat there, with clenched teeth, hands on his throbbing stomach, trying to not not make a sound, while the cramps washed over him. 

“Please just end,” he quietly begged, “I’m not having my baby here!”

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STILL GOT TIME (8/10)

STILL GOT TIME (8/10)

previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Been a long time since I’ve updated this. hope you enjoy! (Because Will sure isn’t.)

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Turns out Will’s contractions are still six and a half minutes apart and he’s only 4, maybe 5 cm dilated, which means he’s not as far along as they’d feared. He probably won’t give birth during the next hour and a half, which makes Ana more inclined to allow him to get on the next plane, even if she still thinks it’s a bad idea.

One part of him is relieved, but the other is quite disheartened. How bad is this going to get? He’s already so uncomfortable and in so much pain and is apparently not even halfway done. And that after sixteen hours of cramps and pain.

He tries to pull himself together, he can do this. This is good. Even though the pains are coming not that far apart, he’s not too dilated and his water thankfully hasn’t broken yet. He just needs to keep it that way.

But that is actually harder than it sounds. Because what he really wants to do right now is pace, there is like primal urge telling him to keep moving, and maybe even squat when the pain gets really intense, let gravity help move things along, to finally get this baby out of him, but he knows he can’t give in. He has to try to slow things down and fight his instincts.

He's also too scared to share that urge with Ana, who has stayed with him on the phone, after first timing his contractions and then guiding him through checking his dilation, to coach him through the pains. He just wants to avoid anything that might make her put her foot down about him not boarding the next plane.

“Ohhhhh, he comes another one,” he groans when he feels the now familiar sensation of the beginning of another contraction. He sags into himself, curling around his pulsing and throbbing stomach as best as he can.

“Okay, remember your breathing”, Ana tells him. “In and out, in and out, follow me.”

“Mhhhhm. Wohhhhh, wohhhhhh,” Will moans, trying to match her. He bends over himself even more, one hand pressing into the bottom of his belly, to counteract the worst of the pressure, while the other keeps rubbing circles all over it. “Ohhhh! Ouch, Ohhhhh!” 

He has never felt this uncomfortable in his fucking life, and the way he’s sitting is definitely not working, the baby keeps pushing down and kicking, clearly unhappy with its limited space, adding even more pressure and pain, bringing tears to his eyes.

He finally tries scooting forward on the bench while leaning back against the wall and widening his legs so his belly falls between his knees. “Please calm down, baby,” he begs. 

The bump looks huge like this, misshaped and bulging out, but it feels slightly more bearable. He rubs it up and down, moaning, digging his fingers in when the contraction peeks.

“Almost over,” Ana says, “keep breathing. It’s going to be okay.”

“’m okay,” he replies. “Just getting really uncomfortable. Hard to get the breathing right, without any practice.”

“I know, and that last one was almost 50 seconds.” Ana now sound worried again.

“But they’re still more than six minutes apart, so I’m getting on that plane,” he says before she can start again. “Please, I’ve almost made it.”

“I wish you weren’t so stubborn,” Ana signs.

“Well, I am.” 

There are only like 15 minutes left, so Will thinks about going back outside, but then decides against it. It might be a bit suspicious, spending almost an hour in the bathroom, but being able to labor freely and without having to hold back for a bit is just too tempting. If anyone asks later, he’ll just tell them he got plane sick or something.

Because in the end he figures out that if he scoots all the way forward on the bench, spreading his legs to let his belly fall between them, and leans back against the wall he can take the worst strain off his back, and cradle his stomach at the same time when the pains hit. Plus, he gets to moan and groan when the contractions really take hold, so it makes the pain almost bearable.

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Louis + at the movies/cinema + 9 please!! ❤️

[There were a few prompts for #9, so I just picked the one that was sent first.]

At first he had thought they were just regular Braxton hicks, he was almost 40 weeks pregnant after all, and not used to sitting in the same position for long periods of time anymore. 

But the movie was great and Louis was used to feeling uncomfortable by now, so he just drank his soda as fast as he could, hoping the added hydration would make them stop, and tried to focus on what was happening on screen. 

They didn’t stop though. In fact the contractions only got worse and worse as time went on, but by then Louis was unable to leave. 

The problem was, that his seat was at the end of a row in the back, next to a wall, so for him to make it out, everyone in his row would have to get up and move to let him pass (he was way too big to squeeze past them at this point). He then would have to carefully waddle down the stairs on the side in the dark. And then cross the screen in the front, blocking everyone’s view, to get to the exit.

He couldn’t stand that much attention and embarrassment in his condition. Everyone would know. So he sat there, with clenched teeth, hands on his throbbing stomach, trying to not not make a sound, while the cramps washed over him. 

“Please just end,” he quietly begged, “I’m not having my baby here!”

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Thank you so much! Loved it! Can’t wait to read what happens next.

You’re welcome! =)

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Thought this might help

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I sent more than one request for Henry. Sorry 😞 I’ll be happy with Henry or Finn. 🥰 Thank you so much.

No problem, anon! Hope you like the fill. =)

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Henry + at exam + 13 Henry + after exam + 7,8 Thank you so very much for writing. Your stories are amazing.

Thanks, anon! I’ve picked one of your prompts for now:

Henry wrapped his arms around Finn’s shoulders as soon as he stumbled out of the exam room. He wasn’t sure he could stay upright for much longer, “Oh god, hurts so bad, please help,” he moaned.

“Jesus, Henry, how the hell did you make it through that like this?” Finn was shocked. He tried to rub Henry’s stomach, to take away some of the pressure, but it felt hard as a stone under his hand. 

“’s worse now, like this,” Henry explained, between labored breaths. “Standing. “The baby feels so low now.”

“Okay,” Finn tried not to panic. “Let’s get you to the hospital. My car is right outside. Come on.” He tried to lead Henry towards the door.

“Ouch,” Henry whimpered, clearly in the midst at another contraction, not moving at all. “I don’t think I can walk.”

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Got any more info about “Dan” anon?

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Yay! For the meme: Finn + at the store + number 8 (Yes, I’m sure it’s not twins! How rude.) Because I can't resist a big tum.

“These don’t fit either,” Finn signed and handed the shop assistent the maternity pants he had just tried. “They feel too loose around my thighs, and too tight around my belly.” He absolutely hated this. Nothing fit and felt comfortable anymore. 

Finn had always been slender, sure, but not unusually so. But his belly had popped really fast, right at the ten weeks mark, and hadn’t stopped aggressively growing since, while the rest of him had stayed mostly the same. All the weight had gone straight to his middle, he looked like he could be seven months along, instead of his actual five. 

“You’re really showing, for someone only 22 weeks. Are you sure there’s only one baby?” The assistant asked, rather tactless, while she tried to find a pair of pants he hadn’t tried and dismissed yet.

“Yes, I’m sure it’s not twins! How rude.” Finn replied, hands resting protectively over his belly, which only made its big size even more noticeable. 

He had asked his doctor the same thing, but she had confirmed there was only one (pretty big, but healthy) baby inside of him, surrounded by plenty of fluid. Everyone just carried differently, she had assured him. 

Still, Finn couldn’t help but envy all the other pregnant people, with their tiny and cute bumps, he suddenly noticed on every corner. While he was over here, already looking like he was trying to smuggle a watermelon, already waddling and with terrible back pain. And the worst was, that he could only counteract said pain by leaning back and pressing both his hands into his lower back, which made his belly stick out even more. Life really wasn’t fair. 

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Henry + right before an exam + 4. Please and thank you!!

“No. I really, really can’t be in labor right now.” Henry whined, desperately rubbing his belly, trying to stay in control of the terrible cramps washing over it.

“You’re showing an awful lot of sign though,” Finn tried again, “and even if you aren’t – which you totally are – you’ll never make it through an exam like this. Please let me take you home.” “It’s fine. It will go away.” Henry snapped at him, before clinging to his arm to stay upright, as the pain intensified. “Ooooh, fuck this hurts!”

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one sentence meme

because I have the afternoon off:

Send me a character + a location + one of the sentences below as a prompt, and I’ll try to write a short paragraph. 

For example: Finn + on a train + 11  List of my OCs here, or try to sell me on someone new.

1. “We need to try, I can’t be pregnant any longer, ’m so uncomfortable.” 2. “Don’t worry, they must be Braxton hicks.” 3. “Yes, I’m sure it’s not twins! How rude.” 4. “I really, really can’t be in labor right now.” 5. “Urgh, I thought morning sickness only happens in the morning…” 6. “I’ll just hold the baby in! I can make it.” 7. “The baby feels so low now.” 8. “I don’t think I can walk.” 9. “I’m not having my baby here!” 10. “I’m stuck and my water just broke.” 11. “Don’t laugh, but I don’t think I can get up on my own.” 12. “I really need to change position.” 13. “My back is killing me!” 14. “The car won’t start!” 15. “It’s only a short flight, we should be alright.” 16. “I’m sure they’ll stop soon!” 17. “No, no, it’s just indigestion. I can’t be in labor now.” 18. “It’s okay, I can hide it a bit longer…” 19. “I swear these fit last week, must’ve shrunken in the wash?” 20. “Urgh, they won’t stop kicking! I just want a break…”

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STILL GOT TIME (7/10)

previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Will can’t believe this is happening, how can he have such bad luck? He would’ve just needed one more day. But he refuses to just give up, he can’t handle the scandal and public embarrassment. He can’t even think about what the headlines would say. 

No way, he thinks, I can still make it home. He only has like fifty minutes of waiting left, before his private plane takes off and it’s not even a two hours’ flight, more like one hour and forty minutes. So, all in all he only has to last a little more than two and a half hours and then he’ll be in the comfort of his own home, hopefully with his midwife and without a fucking scandal.

He can make it that long. Probably. Labor lasts for hours, right? But you’ve already been in pain for hours, a little voice in his head says. Even before you woke up, he checks his watch, it’s been at least sixteen hours.

It’s like his body feels his growing panic because the pain kicks up a notch, tight cramps washing all over his belly. “Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck,” he moans, trying desperately to keep quiet, and rubbing and pressing into the especially tender spots to at least take the edge off. “Please, stop. Ohhhhh! Please, please, please,” he begs. He tries to remove some of the tightness and tension by massaging the tight skin, starting at the bottom and working his way up, over the sides towards the top, but it only helps minimally. The steel band still feels tightly in place. He wishes he’d had more time with the midwife, he has no idea how to ease the pain. It finally grows weaker, and he tries to take a few deep breaths.

The pressure at the bottom is still there, steadily growing worse and worse with every contraction. It’s okay, he tells himself. This is horrible timing and more painful than expected but I can still do this. My water hasn’t even broken yet, sixteen hours isn’t that long for a first-time labor, right?

He’s not completely naive though, he knows getting on the next plane is a bit of a risk. He’ll have to at least check in with his midwife, get her opinion and maybe instructions to check his progress and some tips to deal with the pain, because he’s not sure how much longer he can keep himself together.

He needs some privacy, so grabs his bag and makes his way to the bathroom next to the bar. His walk has turned into a waddle, with the baby so low and pressing against his pelvis, but he tries to go as fast as he can, desperate to make it, before another contraction hits.

He locks the door after he makes it inside the spacious bathroom and drops the bag onto the bank that lines the wall across the sinks, next to the cubicle, before he goes to wash his face.

The water helps to calm his nerves a bit. He briefly wonders how it would feel to immerse himself completely, a bath or even a shower would probably do wonders to combat the pain, might even get some of his taunt muscles to relax, but he can’t.

He eventually sinks down next to his bag, relieved to be off his feet. At this point every little movement is exhausting, leaves him panting and sweating.

He pulls out his phone, and notices he has a bunch of missed texts and calls, most of them from Ana, but also a few from Nick. He checks Ana’s texts first:

> That’s a long time to be having false contractions. > Are you sure you’re not in labor? > How bad are the pains? And how regular? > Please answer me, Will! I’m actually worried now.  > Is someone with you? Are you timing the contractions? > Please tell me what’s going on, I want to help! > I’m gonna call Nick, if you don’t pick up your phone.

Shit, he really should’ve checked in sooner, hopefully her and Nick haven’t done anything stupid, like told someone what’s going on. He needs this to stay a secret. He quickly switches to Nick’s messages:

> Will, what’s going on? Are you okay? > Ana, just called me, told me she’s scared you’re in labor? > Answer your fucking phone!!!

Just as he’s done reading, his phone starts ringing. It’s Ana again. He takes a deep breath and answers, “Hello? Sorry, I’ve-”

“Will? Thank god, I’ve finally reached you! What’s going on? Are you still in pain?”

“I think I’m in labor,” he finally admits, burying his face in his hands. 

“Okay. Let’s stay calm, walk me through your symptoms.”

He tries to gather his thoughts. “Uhm, my belly feels a lot lower and there is a lot of pressure at the bottom, that doesn’t really go away. And these really intense cramps keep happening, feels like there is a steel band wrapped around my stomach. They’re definitely happening regularly and I think they’re getting stronger, so I need you to help me slow this down so I can get home, without anyone noticing… I’m not sure how much longer I can hide what’s going on.”

“That definitely sounds like labor,” Ana agrees. “I don’t think you should keep traveling. Might be time to find the nearest hospital, I’m sorry I’m not there, but they should be able to help you with the pain.”

“No, no, I can’t! Please, no one can know!” Will begs, nervously rubbing his belly. “It’s barely two hours, I can still make it home. Please, just tell me what to do!”

Ana sighs, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please, someone at the hospital will leak it, and I really can’t handle that! I’m sure, I’m not that far gone yet…” At least he hopes, he has to convince her.

“Has your water broken yet?” Ana asks. “How far apart are the contractions?”

“No it hasn’t, and I don’t really know”, he admits. “Haven’t really been timing them.”

“Okay, then we’ll time the next two and go from there.” Ana suggests.

“Fine,” Will relents, he can already feel his stomach tightening up again.

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STILL GOT TIME (6/10)

previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

They are almost in San Francisco and the plane flies low to the ground for several more minutes, as Will puffs through waves of pain rolling over his tummy and tries to ignore everything that’s going on around him: his phone beeping, his fellow travelers waking up and chatting.

The plane finally lands, and he unbuckles his seatbelt and throws on his jacket. He plans to say goodbye right away and exit the plane first, but just as he’s about to get up a contraction takes hold.

He sits on the edge of his seat in mass discomfort, unable to get up. He hums, bouncing his leg and running his fingers up and down the front of his belly as it heaves forward, throbbing and pulsing painfully. “Mhmm. Woooh.” He grunts, scrunching his face up tighter and rotating his hips, “Woooh. Ohhhhh. Mhmm.”

Almost everyone has gotten off already, and the bodyguard shoots him a questioning look. “You alright?”

Will doesn’t answer, pain in his belly far too intense, but he forces his face back to neutral and nods. His legs still shake slightly, and his tongue is bleeding from his teeth biting it so roughly through the pains rippling and tightening his tummy.

The pain slowly fades away and he stumbles to his feet. They make their way off the plane, down the steps and onto a bus that takes them to a waiting lounge. Will will stay there and wait for another plane, and the others will be on their way.

Walking is definitely not helping his pains though. His hips are killing him, and the horrible pressure is now constant, it takes everything in him to not just sink to the floor when the next pain gains traction, but he forces himself to grip the railing of the ramp leading up to the lounge and keep walking.

He tries to discreetly move his bag in front of his body because not being able to touch his stomach while it contracts is hell. It’s so unbelivable heavy and tight.

Thankfully, the people from management are already taking off when he finally makes it inside, waving to him as they go. The bodyguard lingers, clearly suspicious that something is going on. “You’ sure you’re okay?”

“’m fine,” Will says. Eager to get rid of the guy before the next pain starts. “Just not feeling my best, bit tired.”  

“Is there someone picking you up in L.A.?”

“Someone will be handing over my car at the airport, and it’s only a short drive. Don’t worry.” He’s actually not sure he should be behind a wheel in his condition, but he can’t think about that now. One problem at a time. 

The bodyguard still doesn’t look too convinced, but finally shakes his hand and heads towards the door.

Will drops his bag and lets out a breath of relieve at finally being rid of everyone. He can already feel another pain coming on. Thankfully the lounge is empty apart from one stewardess behind the bar who is stocking the shelves, so he doesn’t have to mask his facial expression once he has turned his back toward her.

He grits his teeth and presses one hand to the underside of his belly where the pressure is the worst while the other rubs circles into its side, pressing into the tight skin beneath his hoodie, trying to relive some of the tension.

“Mhmm. Hmmmm. Woooh,” he moans as quietly as he can, rocking back and forth on his feet as the contraction ripples over his tummy. Fuck, fuck, fuck. They’re coming way too close together and are way too intense to be Braxton hicks at this point, he has to admit to himself. He really needs to call his midwives. 

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STILL GOT TIME (7/10)

previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Will can’t believe this is happening, how can he have such bad luck? He would’ve just needed one more day. But he refuses to just give up, he can’t handle the scandal and public embarrassment. He can’t even think about what the headlines would say. 

No way, he thinks, I can still make it home. He only has like fifty minutes of waiting left, before his private plane takes off and it’s not even a two hours’ flight, more like one hour and forty minutes. So, all in all he only has to last a little more than two and a half hours and then he’ll be in the comfort of his own home, hopefully with his midwife and without a fucking scandal.

He can make it that long. Probably. Labor lasts for hours, right? But you’ve already been in pain for hours, a little voice in his head says. Even before you woke up, he checks his watch, it’s been at least sixteen hours.

It’s like his body feels his growing panic because the pain kicks up a notch, tight cramps washing all over his belly. “Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck,” he moans, trying desperately to keep quiet, and rubbing and pressing into the especially tender spots to at least take the edge off. “Please, stop. Ohhhhh! Please, please, please,” he begs. He tries to remove some of the tightness and tension by massaging the tight skin, starting at the bottom and working his way up, over the sides towards the top, but it only helps minimally. The steel band still feels tightly in place. He wishes he’d had more time with the midwife, he has no idea how to ease the pain. It finally grows weaker, and he tries to take a few deep breaths.

The pressure at the bottom is still there, steadily growing worse and worse with every contraction. It’s okay, he tells himself. This is horrible timing and more painful than expected but I can still do this. My water hasn’t even broken yet, sixteen hours isn’t that long for a first-time labor, right?

He’s not completely naive though, he knows getting on the next plane is a bit of a risk. He’ll have to at least check in with his midwife, get her opinion and maybe instructions to check his progress and some tips to deal with the pain, because he’s not sure how much longer he can keep himself together.

He needs some privacy, so grabs his bag and makes his way to the bathroom next to the bar. His walk has turned into a waddle, with the baby so low and pressing against his pelvis, but he tries to go as fast as he can, desperate to make it, before another contraction hits.

He locks the door after he makes it inside the spacious bathroom and drops the bag onto the bank that lines the wall across the sinks, next to the cubicle, before he goes to wash his face.

The water helps to calm his nerves a bit. He briefly wonders how it would feel to immerse himself completely, a bath or even a shower would probably do wonders to combat the pain, might even get some of his taunt muscles to relax, but he can’t.

He eventually sinks down next to his bag, relieved to be off his feet. At this point every little movement is exhausting, leaves him panting and sweating.

He pulls out his phone, and notices he has a bunch of missed texts and calls, most of them from Ana, but also a few from Nick. He checks Ana’s texts first:

> That’s a long time to be having false contractions. > Are you sure you’re not in labor? > How bad are the pains? And how regular? > Please answer me, Will! I’m actually worried now.  > Is someone with you? Are you timing the contractions? > Please tell me what’s going on, I want to help! > I’m gonna call Nick, if you don’t pick up your phone.

Shit, he really should’ve checked in sooner, hopefully her and Nick haven’t done anything stupid, like told someone what’s going on. He needs this to stay a secret. He quickly switches to Nick’s messages:

> Will, what’s going on? Are you okay? > Ana, just called me, told me she’s scared you’re in labor? > Answer your fucking phone!!!

Just as he’s done reading, his phone starts ringing. It’s Ana again. He takes a deep breath and answers, “Hello? Sorry, I’ve-”

“Will? Thank god, I’ve finally reached you! What’s going on? Are you still in pain?”

“I think I’m in labor,” he finally admits, burying his face in his hands. 

“Okay. Let’s stay calm, walk me through your symptoms.”

He tries to gather his thoughts. “Uhm, my belly feels a lot lower and there is a lot of pressure at the bottom, that doesn’t really go away. And these really intense cramps keep happening, feels like there is a steel band wrapped around my stomach. They’re definitely happening regularly and I think they’re getting stronger, so I need you to help me slow this down so I can get home, without anyone noticing... I’m not sure how much longer I can hide what’s going on.”

“That definitely sounds like labor,” Ana agrees. “I don’t think you should keep traveling. Might be time to find the nearest hospital, I’m sorry I’m not there, but they should be able to help you with the pain.”

“No, no, I can’t! Please, no one can know!” Will begs, nervously rubbing his belly. “It’s barely two hours, I can still make it home. Please, just tell me what to do!”

Ana sighs, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please, someone at the hospital will leak it, and I really can’t handle that! I’m sure, I’m not that far gone yet...” At least he hopes, he has to convince her.

“Has your water broken yet?” Ana asks. “How far apart are the contractions?”

“No it hasn’t, and I don’t really know”, he admits. “Haven’t really been timing them.”

“Okay, then we’ll time the next two and go from there.” Ana suggests.

“Fine,” Will relents, he can already feel his stomach tightening up again.

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STILL GOT TIME (6/10)

previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

They are almost in San Francisco and the plane flies low to the ground for several more minutes, as Will puffs through waves of pain rolling over his tummy and tries to ignore everything that’s going on around him: his phone beeping, his fellow travelers waking up and chatting.

The plane finally lands, and he unbuckles his seatbelt and throws on his jacket. He plans to say goodbye right away and exit the plane first, but just as he’s about to get up a contraction takes hold.

He sits on the edge of his seat in mass discomfort, unable to get up. He hums, bouncing his leg and running his fingers up and down the front of his belly as it heaves forward, throbbing and pulsing painfully. “Mhmm. Woooh.” He grunts, scrunching his face up tighter and rotating his hips, “Woooh. Ohhhhh. Mhmm.”

Almost everyone has gotten off already, and the bodyguard shoots him a questioning look. “You alright?”

Will doesn’t answer, pain in his belly far too intense, but he forces his face back to neutral and nods. His legs still shake slightly, and his tongue is bleeding from his teeth biting it so roughly through the pains rippling and tightening his tummy.

The pain slowly fades away and he stumbles to his feet. They make their way off the plane, down the steps and onto a bus that takes them to a waiting lounge. Will will stay there and wait for another plane, and the others will be on their way.

Walking is definitely not helping his pains though. His hips are killing him, and the horrible pressure is now constant, it takes everything in him to not just sink to the floor when the next pain gains traction, but he forces himself to grip the railing of the ramp leading up to the lounge and keep walking.

He tries to discreetly move his bag in front of his body because not being able to touch his stomach while it contracts is hell. It’s so unbelivable heavy and tight.

Thankfully, the people from management are already taking off when he finally makes it inside, waving to him as they go. The bodyguard lingers, clearly suspicious that something is going on. “You’ sure you’re okay?”

“’m fine,” Will says. Eager to get rid of the guy before the next pain starts. “Just not feeling my best, bit tired.”  

“Is there someone picking you up in L.A.?”

“Someone will be handing over my car at the airport, and it’s only a short drive. Don’t worry.” He’s actually not sure he should be behind a wheel in his condition, but he can’t think about that now. One problem at a time. 

The bodyguard still doesn’t look too convinced, but finally shakes his hand and heads towards the door.

Will drops his bag and lets out a breath of relieve at finally being rid of everyone. He can already feel another pain coming on. Thankfully the lounge is empty apart from one stewardess behind the bar who is stocking the shelves, so he doesn’t have to mask his facial expression once he has turned his back toward her.

He grits his teeth and presses one hand to the underside of his belly where the pressure is the worst while the other rubs circles into its side, pressing into the tight skin beneath his hoodie, trying to relive some of the tension.

“Mhmm. Hmmmm. Woooh,” he moans as quietly as he can, rocking back and forth on his feet as the contraction ripples over his tummy. Fuck, fuck, fuck. They’re coming way too close together and are way too intense to be Braxton hicks at this point, he has to admit to himself. He really needs to call his midwives.