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Y/D/N - Your Daughter's Name
It's 1:00 am and I can't for the life of me, fall asleep. Tossing and turning. I am exhausted but I am so uncomfortable. Not only am I uncomfortable, something just... something feels off. Don't you think a baby very close to it's due date would be moving all over the place? Because I do.
I haven't felt the baby move in since last night while I was in the bath and I was a little worried. I haven't told Stiles because I knew for a fact he would be freak out. I'm sure I'm fine. Maybe the baby is just at position and doesn't need to move anymore. Maybe she'll come tomorrow. Hell, maybe she's coming tonight.
It was just me and Stiles at this point. Our parents were disappointed I'd gotten pregnant, but they were very supportive. Especially Stiles' dad. He even offered to let me move into their house. Although, both of our parents decided together that it would be best if Stiles and I had our own home. We're going to be parents, and we need our privacy. So in this decent sized town home, Stiles and I began building our life together. We're even engaged. There's a nursery down the hall. It's perfect. The timing may be off, but we're beyond happy.
I pushed the blanket off my body and sat up, pushing myself to lean against the headboard. I put my hands on my belly. Thinking about how much I couldn't wait until our daughter was here. I smiled at the thought of Stiles rocking her to sleep. Or us bringing her home, not knowing what to do with a kid when we're just kids ourselves.
Then my mind went to where it was earlier. Not thinking about the wonderful memories that we are going to build as a family. The fact that something felt wrong was scaring me. I turned on my lamp and looked to Stiles. He was in the middle of the bed, as always. I don't know why but he sleeps with a soft smile on his face. He looked perfect. Would Y/D/N look like that when she slept?
I softly shook Stiles. "Stiles." I whisper, but clearly not enough for him to hear. No response. "Stiles!" I said louder.
"What? I'm up!" Stiles immediately scrambled up, his eyes looking around the room before falling in me. "What's going on, baby? Are you and Y/D/N okay? Do you need water, ice cream--"
"Stiles!" I cut him off. "I don't need anything." He visibly relaxed. He let out a long breath, relief evident in the way it came out.
Stiles put his one of his hands on mine, as he moved to sit like I was sitting. "What's wrong?"
My eyes moved from my fiancée to my swollen stomach. The sight of his left hand over mine made me happy. We were both wearing our wedding rings. Mine, a shiny silver with a small white diamond in the middle. His, is just a simple black band on his long, slender fingers. "Something doesn't feel right." I sighed.
"Well, do you want me to call the doctor?" Stiles asked. His thumb moved to my knuckles, rubbing softly on the skin. The action was simple yet affectionate and caring.
