MW MPreg Week 2025 - Extra
This is an extra piece I had mostly finished but then forgot about (whoops) - I found it earlier today and decided to finish it off, so here you go:
CW: Talks of labour & (non-explicit) birth
The moment he hears that first cry, Alex cries out in relief.
Fifteen hours of pacing around in a stuffy room wearing nothing but a thin, paper-like gown, questioning why the hospital had no birth-pools available yet.
Fifteen hours of trying not to clench his jaw as he breathed through contractions, asking why he'd put himself through an unmedicated birth in the first place.
Fifteen hours of constantly switching positions to try and relieve some of the discomfort, before finally being moved to a suite with a birth-pool just before he started to push.
Fifteen hours of pain and discomfort, along with almost forty minutes of exhausted pushing, had all been worth it as he'd finally brought their baby girl into the world.
In all that time, Farah had not left his side once.
She'd held his hand and rubbed his back, rocked and paced around the room with him, whispered continuous words of encouragement, and even breathed with him through every contraction - he couldn't have done any of it without her.
Now, looking at her through teary eyes, he sees her smile widely at the tiny, squalling baby squirming in her hands.
He'd begged Farah to help deliver and catch their baby, to be the first person to hold her once she arrived, and Farah was more than happy to accept.
"Oh hayati," she whispers, looking at him through tears of her own. "She's beautiful."
Farah seems to marvel at their baby for a moment before gently cleaning her, wiping away most of the blood and fluids with a clean towel one of the nurses had provided.
She then plans a kiss to the top of Alex's forehead, whispering another congratulations before gently placing their baby on his chest.
The sight takes Alex's breath away.
Big, brown eyes blink blearily up at him, the rich, dark curls adorning the baby's head brush against his chest as she wriggles, and her little button nose scrunches as she adjusts to her new surroundings - she looks just like Farah.
"She's perfect," he whispers horsely, his voice sore from all the grunting and moaning he'd been doing just moments before.
"Ten little fingers, and ten tiny toes makes her one healthy, beautiful baby girl." The midwife says, wheeling over a bassinet, the soft, pink blanket Farah had bought a few weeks prior was already laying inside of it. "Does the little one have a name?"
Alex looks at Farah and they share a smile.
"Nasrin." He gazes down at their daughter laying on his chest. "Nasrin Hadira Keller."
