TAEHYUNG POV
It's nothing like the movies. With movies the water breaks and the screaming and pain and the pushing seem to come instantly, but in reality it's a lot of waiting at first. Hours of waiting. The doctors keep telling us that everything is fine and that it could take a while before the contractions start but I can't help feel something is off.
(Y/n) hasn't really spoken since we arrived, except to tell the nurses how she's feeling- which is almost always 'fine'. She's nervous, and I can't really blame her. We're young, nothing is going according to plan, and we both feel completely unprepared. I just wish I could help her.
"Mind if we come in?" Namjoon slightly opened the door, followed by Hoseok and Yoongi.
"Of course, come in." (Y/n) finally spoke.
"We brought some things from your hotel room for you two." Hobi placed the bag gently on the end of the bed.
"Yeah, uhm- we brought your travel blanket and a change of clothes for after." Yoongi brought the blanket out and spread it over her. She weakly smiled back. As they continued to reveal the goods they brought back from our room I watched as (y/n)'s face changed. She slowly moved her hands to clutch her stomach.
"Hey, are you alright?" I asked.
"I think I've started contractions. It hurts." She weakly reached over to press the nurse button.
Shortly after the nurses entered the room with the typical 'everything is okay' smile and began questioning her, checking vitals, and explaining what will happen next.
I held onto her hand, trying to give her some type of reassurance that everything will be okay but it didn't seem to work.
"Now that early labor has begun please feel free to use any of the amenities in the room or the hospital to make you feel more comfortable, we'll be back to check on you soon but if anything changes please let us know." The nurses gathered up and left quietly.
"Well I guess we'll leave you two to yourselves. If you need us just call- we will be with Jungkook." Namjoon smiled as the three of them started heading towards the door.
"Thank you again guys." She smiled at them.
"Anything for you." Yoongi patted her head softly before leaving.
Once everyone had left, the room was silent until the sounds of light sobs broke through. Tears began streaming down (y/n)'s face and her grasp on my hand tightened.
"I'm so scared Taehyung." She shook uncontrollably.
"I know baby," Tears started to form in my eyes as well. "I know you're scared." I climbed into the bed next to her. She curled into my chest, gripping onto my shirt for dear life. She seemed so small, so helpless. "You are the strongest girl I have ever met. And no matter what I will be here to help in any way I can. You're not alone love." I held her close. "I love you so much, you know that right?"
"I love you too." She choked out through the tears.
"I know what will make you feel better-" She looked up at me with red puffy eyes, "a bath."
"A bath?"
"A bath."
Carefully I detached myself from her side and walked over to the bathroom to fill the tub with warm water. She slowly sat up and swung her legs to dangle over the side of the bed, she stood and waddled her way over to the bathroom. I motioned for her to sit on the toilet and she easily complied.
"Let's get that hair out of your face." Gently I gathered all of her hair and tied it into a bun on the top of her head.
"Are you gonna get in with me?" She asked.
"Do you want me to?"
She nodded and let her lips curve into a smile.
"Then of course I will."
Stopping the tub before it overflowed I spun her around and began to untie her hospital gown. Her stomach was oversized for her small frame. She had her familiar skinny arms with the faded scars on her wrists and healed over bullet wound right at the base of her stomach with light stretch marks lacing the perimeter of her belly.
"God you're gorgeous." I beamed at her, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "How did I get so lucky." With a strong grip on her hand I helped stable her as she stepped into the tub and carefully lowered her till she was comfortably sitting. Removing everything but my boxers I sat in the space behind her and straddled her body to bring it closer to my chest.
"Remember that time we 'hot tubed' in the hotel room in California?" She asked.
"Wasn't that right after we got engaged?" I chuckled at the memory.
"Mhmm." I could feel her body relaxing.
Sitting there with her I couldn't help but think about how different it will be once this is over. Touring will either have to slow down or we'll have to travel with a baby- both of which aren't the ideal option but I'm gonna be there for my family. I hope our fans will understand.
"Ow." She tensed.
"Another contraction?" I slowly rubbed her arms.
"I don't know it really hurts, like a lot more than last time." She grunted in pain. "Taehyung please call the nurse, now!"
Scrambling out of the tub I threw on some dry clothes that the other members brought us and smashed the nurse button. I could hear (y/n) crying from the bathroom, the pain still not subsiding.
"Oh, where is she?" The nurse asked, confused.
"The bathtub, she's in a lot of pain." I directed her.
The nurse stormed in to assess the situation, the water had begun to redden from blood.
"What's happening?" I cried out and leapt to her side. The nurse fiddled with her pager and tried to maintain her composure.
"Okay (y/n), let's get you dressed, looks like you're gonna need to have an emergency c-section." The nurse lifted her from the tub and threw her gown back on her wet body. More nurses rushed into the room with a gurney and placed her on top.
Trying to keep pace with them I clung to her hand, the fear in her eyes growing more and more as we approached the operating room.
"Are you the father?" One turned to me as we arrived.
"Yes that's me."
"If you would like to be in the room with her here is a surgical robe you'll need to put on." She places it into my hands before running back to prep (y/n).
Without taking my eyes off her I put on the rob, the hair net, and the gloves and ran back to her side to hold her hand. She was already hooked up to all kinds of IV's. She was still crying but I could tell it wasn't from pain but from fear.
"It's okay baby it'll be over soon okay." I repeatedly kissed her face as she squeezed my hand.
"Here we go." The doctor announced his initial incision. The surgery had begun.
I couldn't hear anything but my heart pounding. Why is it taking so long. There was so much blood in that bathtub, what if something is wrong with the baby? Luckily the drugs set into (y/n)'s system pretty quickly and she became drowsy very quickly.
"Can you really not feel anything they're doing?" I whispered to her.
"..No.." She was breathing heavily. Despite being drugged up I could still feel her anxiety.
"No matter what happens we still have each other, remember that."
"I know."
"Okay you two we're taking the baby out now."
My heart leapt, maybe everything will end up okay. It will just be us and our baby- the baby we've been waiting so long for.
"Time of birth, 4:43-" He stopped mid sentence. All the nurses looked at eachother. There was no crying.
"What's.. Wrong..?" (y/n) struggled to speak.
A nurse swooped up the swaddled baby from the doctor's hand and rushed it out of the room.
"Taehyung, go with the baby.." She cried.
"But, I don't want to leave you!"
"Please just-" She stopped.
"Mr. Kim it might be best you leave the room now. Go with the baby." The nurse because pushing me out of the room.
"(y/n) I love you okay! I love you!" And they shut the door leaving me chasing after our child.