Txt When Their Partner Goes Into Labour

Txt when their partner goes into labour

Warnings: not descriptive or graphic but labour (as in pushing out a baby), fem!reader

note: I promise this will be the last time you see me write about kids! blame Soobin and Beomgyu-

Soobin hears you cry out from another room, rushes to check on you, eyes darting cluelessly from your face to your belly and back again, until you tell him your water's just broken. You swear the man goes pale, stammering, but it's not time! Doctor's advice, birthing classes, everything he's read about what to do, it all leaves his head. Can he drive right now? Soob? you pat his arm, let's go. Yeonjun drives the two of you to the hospital, Soobin in the back-seat with you, squeezing his arm, his eyes growing wider and wincing every time you have a contraction and whimper with pain. He hates that there’s nothing he can do to take the pain away for you. When you are fully in labour, it's as if his instincts kick in, doing the breathing exercises with you, telling you you're so strong, he loves you so much, you can do it. You've never seen him shake his head so hard and fast as when the doctor asks him if he wants to see the baby's head coming. When the little bundle is in his arms, he becomes sniffly, eyes wet with emotion, the rest of the world disappearing around him. Hey, you say tiredly, when do I get to hold her? Soobin turns his body away instinctively, moving your daughter in the opposite direction of you. You got to hold her for nine months, it's my turn.

Yeonjun is pretty fine, following the plan that he's gone over in his head a hundred times in preparation for this moment. It's when he sees you waddling around your hospital room in pain that he starts to get jittery, and he wants to hold you, soothe you, but he knows that right now he has to let you do your thing. When you finally sit down on the bed between contractions, he climbs up to sit behind you, pulling you back against his chest and rocking you slowly from side to side. It's when you have to start pushing that he starts to get teary, seeing you go through so much pain and hearing you cry out in agony is too much for him, and he can't hold it back. Probably tells you he's so sorry for doing this to you, that he doesn't care if he can't use the hand you have a vice grip on for a month, he doesn't need it. As soon as he sees his child, Yeonjun is a mess. And I don’t just mean tears, I mean audible sobs, as he gazes down at this little piece of the both of you. He’s so choked up he can’t speak as he places the baby in your arms, pressing his head against yours as you both peer at the new member of your family.

Beomgyu is pretty anxious and a little protective. His arm is around the back of your chair as you wait to be checked in, his leg bouncing a million miles an hour. He's filling out paperwork at the front. desk when the nurse comes to take you to your room and get changed, where is she going? The nurse laughs; she's used to first-time dads. Beomgyu is very attentive, asking regularly if you need anything - water, food, a back rub - and after the first five hours, when you suggest he take a nap, he refuses. He's here for you. Can't you give her something for the pain? he asks the doctor over your wails of pain when you begin giving birth, and when the doctor assures him that they already gave you something, Can't you give her more? When you are prompted to push harder, he tells you to get angry, and when that doesn’t help, he starts listing all the stupid things he’s done that have annoyed you. This doesn’t really help either, but soon enough your baby is in the world. He’s real? Beomgyu asks the nurses as they towel off the crying baby, not yet ready to let go of your hand. A nurse hands him the bundle, and he looks so amazed. Hi, he says softly before looking at you with starry eyes, You made this. You laugh as he puts one arm around you and you both admire your son, You helped.

Taehyun is the most collected of the bunch. He knows how nervous you are, so he’s glad he can keep his cool for you. On the drive to the hospital, he can tell you need a distraction, so he tells you all the things you all the things you have to look forward to; no more cramps, no more morning sickness, being able to see your feet, not being a human incubator anymore. He stands by your side through the whole thing, feeding you ice cubes, guiding you through your breathing exercises the way he was taught, and when it's delivery time, being a strong arm for you to go to town on, wiping your damp face with a cold cloth, showering you with encouragement. As soon as he hears that baby cry, he absolutely beams, couldn't stop smiling if he tried, telling you he's so proud of you and kissing your tired face as you finally lay back and rest, exhausted. After helping to cut the cord, he's handed the baby, and he brings it straight to you, laying the tiny thing on your chest. His eyes are so full of love and shiny with emotion as he strokes your hair, both of you in wonder of his tiny life you've created.

You're out shopping when your water breaks, and Kai looks at you in distress. The- the hospital bag, it's at home! he frets as the two of you head for the parking lot. Kai, we put it in the car when it got closer to my due date, remember? you remind him, watching him blink adorably in realisation, though this reassurance doesn't do anything for the deer-in-headlights look in his eyes. At the hospital, he's unusually quiet; his whole world is about to change, and he wonders how nine months came and went so fast. He returns your reassuring smiles, takes a minute to answer questions, but when you need him most, he snaps out of it, large hands soothing your back as you rock yourself against the pain, tying your hair up for you, humming songs and breathing with you through the contractions. You won't have this belly anymore, he pouts as he rubs over the baby bump for the last time. When the baby is placed in his arms for the first time, he is speechless, looking from your tired eyes to the tiny pink human engulfed in his arms, overwhelmed with love.

no u guys ITS HYUKA TODAY

the txt “what they do when your sick” thing says

[Sighing, you retreated from hiding. You hadn't seen him with your own eyes for what felt like longer than it actually was. There was no helping how good it felt to look at him now. "I miss you. "]

three times help

Ugh, thank you for letting me know. For some reason this happens when I use "read more" breaks, I'm always fighting with it 😓

I can't... Beomgyu with kids is making me so aah >< prepare your heart for dad!Gyu fluff

☆ gender neutral reader

Boy dad Beomgyu who is good cop to your bad cop, always agreeing to five more minutes of playing until getting ready for bed, making you roll your eyes when you hear the two still making too much noise to be changing into pajamas and brushing teeth. (Though you'd be surprised how much noise actually comes from the bathroom while Beomgyu supervises teeth time; Beomgyu singing the toothbrush song and the small boy trying to sing along around his brush and a mouthful of foam, the noise bouncing around the tiled walls of the tiny bathroom and out into the hall.)

The two are always conspiring together, always making a game of out of everything, and sometimes, wearing each other out. On days that you work and Beomgyu stays home with your son, you often come home to find them crashed out on the couch, a mop of dark hair and small arm flopped over one of Beomgyu's long legs. Toys scatter the floor telling you just how busy they've been.

Beomgyu is such a proud dad when he brings his son to work, seeing how the members get so excited to see their favourite "little man", letting him run around the practice room playing chase, scooping him up for shoulder rides. Gyu might be a little distracted while going over the moves for a song they're performing soon, but who can blame him when he can see his mini-me in the mirror, behind the group cutely mimicking the choreo that he's picked up from watching his dad on TV?

warnings: hospital setting, patient reader, probably medically inaccurate

authors note: I have my fingers crossed that this isn't inappropriate to anyone? I liked this idea when I was working on it before, but now that I’ve come back to it I wonder if it’s creepy. there's no romantic relationship so I think it should be fine but please let me know otherwise.

Med student Beomgyu who is in his second year of clinical placement at a hospital in the city, who enjoys the environment and is a stand-out pupil, is always on time for morning rounds. He's a little, maybe more than a little, disappointed when the resident in charge assigns him to checking the vital signs of a coma patient twice a day- it's nothing challenging or exciting, and he thought his skill level was valued more than this.

But, as instructed, every morning after rounds, every evening before going home for the night, he visits your room and measures your pulse, blood pressure and oxygen intake. After a week it becomes less of a chore for Beomgyu, part of his daily routine - maybe even a comforting part. Your room is quiet, calm, which is good for his mind that has to be constantly running in the field he's chosen. It's not long before he greets you by name when he enters the room, talks to you; I'm going to check your eyes now, let's take your blood pressure, you know the drill. He finds himself wondering if you can hear, starts asking more questions about comas when talking with teaching doctors, wanting to have a better understanding of your condition.

One afternoon, he receives a page with your room number and hurries up from the cafeteria where he was spending his break. There are people outside your room, some of them hugging and crying, and he recognises one of them as a regular visitor, a family member. The doctor on duty asks him to take your vitals for the last time and he sucks in a breath with a pang of sadness. All signs point to withdrawal of life support. As he walks through the door, he doesn't expect to see you open your eyes at the sound of his footsteps, propped up on pillows, no ventilator helping you breathe. He blinks a few times, as if he can't believe what he's seeing, which he sort of can't. "Oh," he says out loud without meaning to.

Your eyes brighten slightly as you recognise his voice, and you hold out your arm. "You can take my blood pressure, I know the drill."

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Curious so reblog this with a song from your faves that you always skip or just don't really get along with