The day had arrived. After months of anticipation, the moment I had been waiting for was finally here. The contractions had started early in the morning, and now, as the pain intensified, I knew it was time. The excitement and nervousness in the hospital room were palpable, shared by all of us.

The boys were by my side, their faces a mix of concern and support. The once-vibrant energy of the room was now tinged with a quiet, focused determination. Each of them was taking their turn to offer words of encouragement, their hands occasionally brushing against mine in soothing gestures.

I lay in the hospital bed, my face contorted with pain as I struggled through the contractions. The nurses bustled around, preparing for the delivery, while Namjoon and the others watched with a mixture of awe and worry.

Namjoon, ever the leader, tried to be supportive but his words came out more as commands than encouragement. “Ava, you need to push now. Just focus on pushing through the contractions.”

I shot him a frustrated look. “Don’t tell me what to do, Namjoon! I’m the one who’s feeling this pain. Just be here with me!”

He looked taken aback but nodded, his face softening with empathy. “I’m sorry. I just want to help.”

The room seemed to blur as the pain intensified, each contraction stronger than the last. The boys’ faces were a mixture of nervousness and awe as they watched the process. Taehyung held my hand tightly, whispering words of encouragement into my ear. “You’re doing amazing, Ava. Just keep breathing.”

Yoongi stood close by, his expression a blend of concern and admiration. “You’re so strong. We’re all here with you.”

Jungkook, his face pale and eyes wide, looked like he might faint from the sheer intensity of the situation. He held my other hand, his fingers trembling slightly. “I can’t believe how brave you are. We’re almost there.”

As the final moments approached, I felt a surge of energy and determination. With one last powerful push, the room erupted in a mix of cheers and relief. The cries of our baby filled the space, a sound that brought tears to everyone’s eyes.

The nurses quickly cleaned and wrapped our baby girl, placing her gently in my arms. I looked down at her tiny face, tears streaming down my cheeks. The boys gathered around, their eyes wide with emotion.

Namjoon, usually so composed, was visibly overwhelmed. His eyes glistened as he looked at our daughter. “She’s beautiful, Ava. You did an amazing job.”

Jin wiped away a tear, his voice choked with emotion. “She looks just like you. I’m so proud.”

The boys took turns holding her gently, their faces reflecting a profound love and tenderness. Jungkook, who had been anxiously awaiting his turn, cradled the baby carefully. His hands were steady, but his eyes were filled with wonder and protectiveness.

As the excitement of the birth began to settle, Jungkook turned his attention back to me. He gently helped me sit up, making sure I was comfortable. “You did so well, Ava. How are you feeling?”

I smiled weakly, exhaustion washing over me. “Tired but happy. I can’t believe she’s finally here.”

Jungkook brushed a strand of hair from my face, his eyes filled with love. “You were incredible. Let me know if you need anything. I’m here for you.”

As the room quieted down, the boys gathered around me, their expressions a mixture of pride and relief. They took turns expressing their love and gratitude, their hands often brushing against mine or gently resting on my shoulder.

Taehyung, his voice soft, spoke up. “This is the happiest moment of my life. I’m so grateful for you and our daughter.”

Hobi, ever the optimist, added with a grin. “We’re going to be an amazing family. I can’t wait for all the adventures ahead.”

Yoongi, usually reserved, offered a rare smile. “You’ve made us all so proud, Ava. We’re here for you and the baby, always.”

Jimin, his eyes reflecting a mix of joy and tenderness, said, “She’s perfect. I’m so lucky to have you both in my life.”

As the day turned to evening, the boys reluctantly left the hospital room, giving us some privacy. Jungkook stayed by my side, his presence a comforting anchor.

“Get some rest,” he said softly, his hand gently stroking mine. “You’ve earned it.”

I nodded, feeling a deep sense of contentment. “Thank you for everything, Jungkook. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

As the room grew quiet, I held our baby close, savoring the peaceful moments. The boys’ love and support had been unwavering throughout the entire process, and I knew that with them by my side, our little family would thrive.

The night was filled with a sense of calm and joy, as we looked forward to the adventures and challenges of parenthood together. With the boys’ love and care, I knew we were ready for whatever came next.