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Pregnancy with Dan requested by Anon
You found out before Dan, obviously. Sitting on the lip of the bathtub, you couldn’t really say you were surprised at the little pink lines staring back at you. It wasn’t like the two of you were trying or anything, but from the moment he had finished touring you had been all over each other, most of the time too into the moment to bother with protection. Completely you guys’ fault. You remembered the rush of joy that filled your veins when you thought about it. You were pregnant.
Phil was the first person you told. Not even your parents or your best friend. Phil. After the happiness had set in, worry hit you. What if Dan didn’t want kids? His career was entirely too demanding right now, not to mention you didn’t even know if you could handle a child. You had explained all of this to Phil through tears, sitting on his floor. Ever the rock, the dark-haired male told you that you were going to be fine, and that Dan would be thrilled. There was nothing to worry about.
Dan was thrilled.
He was more excited than you were, he went to nearly every doctor’s appointment with you. While the first trimester is usually the most difficult for women, the first half of it went pretty well. You went about things normally, if only getting tired easier and craving saltier foods. The second half took a turn, unfortunately. Whereas you could pretty much eat anything before, now food refused to stay in your stomach. Breast pain had started much sooner than you would’ve liked, and though Dan appreciated your increased cup size, you stopped letting him touch them. He had no issue rubbing your lower back when the soreness hit there, though.
Adorably named the Honeymoon Period of pregnancy, you were grateful that everything had died down. You had a noticeable bump now, your favorite skinny jeans didn’t fit anymore. You often would wear Dan’s sweats, since they stretched comfortably over your middle. You knew that maternity shopping would be necessary soon. Despite knowing the weight gain was due to your little bean, you weren’t a fan of how quickly you were starting to put on the pounds. Dan’s new job was reminding you that you were not, in fact, getting fatter, but instead your child was growing strong and healthy inside of you. Since the bump had started really showing, Dan couldn’t keep his hands off it either. Your hormones were out of whack, too. Everything inspired emotion. You weren’t an over emotional person before, but now anything could set you off and you’d be crying for at least 20 minutes. You no longer had internal temperature control, you couldn’t sleep, and your sex drive was through the roof (currently Dan’s favorite pregnancy symptom). You were also prone to periods of deep exhaustion, you could be doing something and the next moment unable to keep your eyes open. All of this was normal, of course, but that didn’t mean it was fun.
You and Dan had already announced to your families that you were expecting, but didn’t tell the rest of the world just yet, wanting to enjoy this on your own. Eventually, people asked why all of your pictures were from the chest up, and some had even commented that you were gaining weight in your face. Finally, you and Dan made a video letting all of the phans know that you were going to be having Baby Howell. Phil noted that the flat wasn’t really child friendly, so you and Dan went house searching. The first night you two laid in the bedroom of your new home, your baby kicked. Now, you knew that they’d most likely been kicking for some weeks, but this was the first time you’d felt it. You had frantically pressed Dan’s hand to your stomach, moving it around until you saw his face light up. Your baby was in there, actually growing inside of you, someone you and Dan had created. The nursery was the next step, before you were too big to help Dan out with the decorating. The doctor knew the sex of your child, but you and Dan had held off from knowing. You wanted to be surprised. Therefore the nursery would be unisex, no pinks or blues unless they were a part of some greater overarching theme. He and Phil came up with a forest idea, and they painted the walls sky blue with little clouds and a very sloppily done Sun as well as some trees. You had glued some glow in the dark stars to the ceiling, and had all of the furniture moved in. Seeing the nursery when it was completed had brought more tears to your eyes, everything was suddenly becoming so real.
Things were really starting to bear down on you. The honeymoon period was over, and your nausea had come back with a vengeance. Not to mention the insomnia had gotten worse, you were running on maybe 3 hours of sleep a night. Luckily the periods of extreme exhaustion had stopped, but you wished you could get more sleep. You were getting braxton hicks contractions, little shoots of pain around your abdomen to prepare you for birth. Though they didn’t compare to real labor pains, they still hurt like a bitch. Your back was hurting everyday, and your active little bean was kicking pretty much all of the time. It had been endearing at first, but now you wished they would give you a break. One night, when everything was catching up to you, Dan had woken up to you sobbing at just how uncomfortable you were. He’d rubbed your tummy, whispering to you and talking to the Baby Howell until the both of you settled enough to fall asleep in his arms. Your doctor told you this was normal, and that it was best to try to carry on with normal tasks as much as possible. This unfortunately conflicted with Dan’s obsession with keeping you off of your feet. You were at the point in the pregnancy where you could have your baby at any time, and Dan didn’t want to take any risks. You were almost always annoyed with him these days, and Phil had to calm you down so you didn’t strangle the man you loved.
The day your child was born, you really should’ve suspected something was up. It was a week before your due date. You had actually gotten good rest, and your back wasn’t hurting nearly as much as usual. You’d slept in, and made yourself a sandwich, feeling hungry instead of nauseous for the first time in weeks. Phil had just entered the kitchen when you were hit with a contraction. It didn’t feel like the tiny ones you’d had before, though. This one made you double over in pain, forehead pressed against the table and groaning out loud. Phil wasn’t particularly good in situations like this, and went to go get your husband while you struggled. It didn’t last very long, but the pain was still fresh in your mind, and you feared it coming back again. Following almost immediately after that, your favorite pair of PJ pants were soaked through and your water was broken. Luckily, you had a duffle bag packed at the door for times like this, ready for your baby to come whenever they decided to. This was going to be the day, you supposed. The three of you packed into the car and drove to the hospital. Even if this was just a close call, it was better to be safe than sorry.
Labor was impossible. That was the only way you could describe it. Waiting on a bed while contraction after contraction hit, each coming sooner than before. Poor Dan was a wreck, full of nerves and going the extra mile to try and make you comfortable. To you it was smothering, and you had to exile him to the waiting room with Phil so he could get himself together. You felt bad for those women who were in labor for long periods of time. 5 hours in and you were ready to push, meaning things were really getting into gear. You knew it’d only get worse from here, and so did Dan. He’d simply gripped your hand, kissed your lips, and told you that the both of you were so close to meeting your little prince or princess.
Giving birth was a blur. You remembered situating yourself in uncomfortable stirrups, your doctor telling you to push, and squeezing Dan’s hand so hard you were sure you had broken it. You also remembered the piercing cry that quieted the room. Your child taking his first breath. You must’ve passed out after that, because next thing you knew you were being shaken awake by a friendly nurse and you were being taught to feed your newborn. While he nursed, Dan explained everything you’d missed. Cutting the cord, your parents making it just in time to see your little man being held in Dan’s arms. You couldn’t believe it. A child, you and Dan’s child. He already had little wisps of brown hair on his head, you hoped he would have those curls. Those dimples. His father’s big, sweet heart. An adventure was starting for you, Dan, and the little bean in your arms, and you couldn’t wait.
A/N: Was worried about this because I’m not really one to write about pregnancy and kids and stuff, but like how it turned out. Sorry it’s so damn long, hope you enjoyed!