Countdown | Jackson Wang Imagine
Pairing: Jackson Wang x Pregnant!Reader
Requested by @ilovemyapopbaby: Hey may I request a one shot with Jackson Wang where the reader is pregnant and she's due any day but Jackson hasn't made it back home from his tour and you make a guest appearance as the reader best friend? Love your writing!! Endit however you would like!!
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1,095 words
A/n: this one has had me excited since it came through in my ask box. jackson has been on my fyp for so damn long man. ujksfxhnjskfdhjkvfdsiuxjk. anyways, i hope you all enjoy this imagine
Tunes: criminal minds
Jackson checked his phone for who knows what time as he shrugged his blazer on for his final set of the night. You’d just sent a picture of your bump - a chance image of your little one’s foot pressing against your belly. God how he hated not being there with you to experience these moments, forced to see only photos and videos of the pregnancy he’d found out about while he was already on tour. It had been his greatest fear, not being there for the pregnancy or possibly missing the birth of his first born. But at least you weren’t entirely alone, especially as you neared the due date, something he was dreading with every passing day. Your best friend had recently begun staying with you at your shared home, something that had put him at ease a bit.
A video came through as he looked at the image. Pressing on the message he raised the volume as your friend’s face popped into view proclaiming how active and strong you “godchild” already was before panning to you. An aerial view showed the intense movement that was happening inside you. Your hands running over the surface of your stomach gently, as your soft laughter came through the speakers.
“It’s like he’s performing just like his Papa is,” you said.
“She,” he said without thinking. “It’s a girl my Love.”
That was another factor in his urgency to keep in contact and hope the tour ended before you went into labor. You hadn’t found out the sex of your baby due to Jackson not being able to make it back home the day of the appointment and you didn’t want to know without him there, so it was going to be a surprise for the two of you, provided he get home in time.
“I think he’ll be coming soon,” your voice comes through again. “Finish your last shows and get home safe alright Jackson?”
The video ended with a shot of your face, a bright smile planted on it. He found himself smiling at the phone screen, only looking away when he heard someone call for him. It was go time for the final time of night.
~~~
Stepping off the stage, Jackson felt exhausted as the night ended. His hand immediately flew into his pocket as he entered his dressing room, pulling out his phone and seeing a message from you.
‘Call?’
Without a moment of hesitation he tapped on your contact, lifting the phone to his ear and listening to the ringing. It rang twice before you answered.
“Hi, you,” you said, a smile evident based on your tone. “How was the show?”
“It was great,” he started. “I miss seeing you in the audience though. Having you backstage… How are you feeling? Anything happen yet?”
“Other than our little guy being more active than normal, I’ve been good. I do wish he’d stop kicking my bladder though.”
“Don’t you mean out little girl?”
“Nope. We’re having a boy. I can feel it.”
Jackson laughed as he relaxed in his seat, “How so?”
“Don’t know I just can. Something tells me we’re having a boy.”
“I had a dream the other night, you know. Us and our little one. I saw a little girl. She looked identical to you. You have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow right? Just to make sure everything’s okay?”
“Yeah, I really wish you were here for that one. It’s the last one before we have to wait it out for me to go into labor.”
“Me too. Only one more show after tonight though and then I’m home free for a long while. Time to spend with you and our new little family.”
The two of you continued talking until Jackson heard a yawn escape you. He was quick to have you settle down for the night, not wanting you to be tired the next morning. It was too important for you to be well rested and get proper sleep for him to keep you up solely because he missed you. With a sweet goodnight being wished to you, he hung up, his mind on the sound of your voice and the thought of knowing that when he got back home he’d either have a new addition to his family or would be welcoming said new addition soon after arriving. Either way, he couldn’t wait.
~~~
‘Call me ASAP!’
That was the message Jackson was greeted with as his final show of the tour ended. Panic tore through him as he pressed their contact waiting much longer than he would like for the line to connect.
“Jackson! Oh my gosh! We’re at the hospital.”
Jackson took a second to wrap his head around the statement as you continued speaking explaining what had happened in the middle of the night. You’d been admitted into the hospital in the early morning hours after having awoken with some pretty bad abdominal pain - not labor related fortunately - but upon further checks doctors had found out your were six centimeters dilated. You hadn’t been allowed to leave.
“She hasn’t dilated anymore since but she is in active labor. No one can tell us how much she’ll be like this since everything is so different with each person.”
“I’m getting on the first plane back. Is she awake?”
“She is. I’ll put her on the phone.”
He heard some shuffling as he rushed around the dressing room and grabbed some of his things rushing out and towards his manager mouthing something before he finally heard your voice.
“Jackson?”
Gosh you sounded tired. “Hey, I’m getting on the first flight I can find. The show just ended. I’ll be there soon, I promise.”
“Jackson, I can’t do this alone.”
He sighed deeply, giving you every single word of encouragement he could as he made his way to his hotel room to grab his things before heading to the airport. He needed to get to you and he needed to get to you fast.
~~~
Jackson ran into the hospital as soon as he had put the car in park in the parking lot. He was frantic as he gave your name to the receptionist only running off again once he got your room number. He burst into the room immediately moving to your side as you groaned in pain. Your friend jumped as he entered the room, not expecting him to have burst into the room as strongly as he did.
“I’m here! I’m here!”
Tears welled in your eyes as you finally saw him. “Let’s have this baby.”