Contains: Descriptions of labour, lots of swearing. The reader is about to give birth to her first child with her husband, Bobby Roode, but Bobby is out of town for an NXT title match at Takeover!
An ear-piercing scream filled the room, coming from your own lips no less, and your sister’s hand grabbed hold of yours.
“Hey, hey, you’re gonna be okay,” she said as you struggled to catch your breath, nodding.
“Right, r-right,” you breathed, leaning your head back slightly on the pillow. They had said to come to the hospital when the contractions were 5-7 minutes apart, so here you were in the hospital, and they were less than two minutes apart. “Why won’t he answer the damn phone?!”