No Regrets - Sooner than Expected
This is a request by three different people.
@secretfurrdragon asked: Was Jensen their for the birth and Was it an easy birth or dramatic?
@percywinchester27 asked: The second baby’s birth!! Yes!! That’s my third request… I wanna know whether Jensen was there or not! Please?
@atc74 asked: OMG Kari! Can you please tell us ALL about the birth of baby #2? Thank you so much!
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: pregnancy, birth of a child (not super graphic), a very stubborn pregnant woman, shifting povs
Word Count: 1628 (yeah yeah not a drabble but does that surprise you anymore :P)
A/N: So this is me trying to get over my writer’s block by writing what I enjoy the most. I love these characters and this universe and I am very grateful to all who has stuck with me from the LWR series and who are still reading the drabbles. I love you all!
This couldn’t be happening. Not today of all days. You had two almost three weeks left left of your pregnancy, so you hadn’t even thought twice about Jensen being away on set for a few days. Not just on set, in the middle of the woods to film one of the most intense episodes of the season.
The day had started out normal, granted you had felt a few braxton hicks contractions this morning getting Becca ready for school, but that was not irregular. Jensen always worried about them, but you had been through this before so you knew that was just what the third trimester was like. For you at least.
Now you were in the bathroom, trying to clean yourself up, desperately fighting a panic attack after your water had broken whilst you were rearranging things in the nursery. You had tried calling Jensen right away but the call didn’t even go through. Misha had been your next try, knowing he had stayed in Vancouver, more or less on Jensen’s orders. Misha being near by in case you needed anything was the only way Jensen had been willing leave you and Becca alone for three days. You had made fun of him then but right now you were more than grateful for his overprotectiveness. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, praying that Misha would pick up as you listened to the dial tone.