so incredible || cam newton [complete]

21 | it's time

Sunday, October 30, 2011
11:45 p.m.

Cam's POV.
After losing the game to Minnesota, I didn't really wanna talk to anyone. I couldn't help but think it was my fault that we keep losing.

While we were getting ready for bed, I noticed Briana was still in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Cam," she said, walking back into the bedroom. "Do you still think I'm pretty?"

"I think you're beautiful. What is this about?"

"I feel ugly," she pouted.

I knitted my eyebrows together and placed my hands on her shoulders. "That's ridiculous, babe. You are far from ugly, so don't even think that. Now straighten your face before you get worry lines. Then you will be ugly," I joked.

She furrowed her eyebrows and giggled, then hit me in the chest. "Don't mock me, Cameron."

I chuckled. "You know I'm just playin', baby."

"Mhm."

She got in bed, and I got in bed behind her. I kissed her temple, then laid my head near her stomach so I could talk to the baby.

"You know every time you talk, she kicks the hell out of me," Bri said, looking down at me.

"That just means she's ready to meet her daddy," I said, and Briana rolled her eyes playfully. "I can't wait to meet you too, little one."

I kissed Bri's stomach, and the baby kicked again. I chuckled at her facial expression and kissed her stomach. "Good night to you too."

--+--

October 31, 2011
4:35 a.m.

"Cam!"

I heard Briana call my name but I assumed I was dreaming, so I brushed it off. I suddenly felt something shake me and when I opened my eyes, Briana was looking back at me, panic written across her face.

I sat up on my elbow and rubbed sleep out of my eyes. "What's wrong?"

"My water broke..."

I jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed, then helped her do the same. I grabbed her bag and quickly, yet carefully, helped her downstairs and into the car.

--+--

3:45 p.m.

Briana's POV.
It's been a little over eleven hours, and the baby still isn't here. I've done nothing but lie in this bed in pure agony. The only good thing about this is it gave our families enough time to get here.

"She's already acting stubborn like her daddy," I mumbled loud enough for Cam to hear me, making him laugh. "Why wont she come out?"

He placed a simple kiss to my temple and stroked my hair. "Maybe she's just really comfortable in there."

I smiled and slapped his cheek gently because he's been feeding me this BS after hour number four.

"Well I am not comfortable, and I would gladly appreciate it if she would just come out already."

After fifteen minutes of Cam trying to take my mind off of the pain I was in, my doctor came back with a smile on her face.

"How are you feeling, Ms. Williamson?" she asked.

"I'm miserable..."

She smiled sympathetically and checked to see how dilated I was. Her sympathetic smile soon turned into a smile of content.

"It looks like you don't have to worry anymore; it's time to start pushing."

Thank God.

She left for a brief second, then came back with another nurse.

"Are you ready to start pushing?" my doctor asked.

"Yes."

"Alright, Ms. Williamson, I need a really big push here."

I took a deep breath and pushed until I couldn't push any longer. After this painful & tedious process, the room was filled with the cries of my baby girl.

~

Cam's POV.
After the umbilical cord was cut, they cleaned her up, wrapped her up in a blanket and put a little hat on her. The nurse handed her to Briana, and her eyes watered almost immediately.

"Do you have a name?" the nurse asked.

"Amina Noelle Newton."

Briana looked up at me and smiled, and I lovingly kissed her forehead. She told me I could pick the baby's name, so I decided to name her after Briana's grandmother. I knew she would like it, and I thought it was a nice name.

"That's a beautiful name," the nurse smiled.

"Yeah, it is," Briana whispered.

After they did everything they needed to do and transferred Briana to a recovery room, Amina was brought into the room with Bri.

I waited an hour and a half before calling our families and letting them know they could finally come to the hospital.

"What's her name?" my mom asked, looking at her new granddaughter.

"Amina."

Her grandfather and her aunt smiled, and her grandfather's eyes watered. Even though this is a happy occasion, I couldn't help but think about how her parents aren't here. I know they don't get along but damn, she just gave birth to their first grandchild. But considering what her mom said to her while she was pregnant, I'm not shocked.

I pushed that to the back of my mind because that doesn't matter to me. Amina is here and she's healthy, and that's all that matters.