Backstory: You and Finn are in a relationship, and he joined the Marine Corps before you guys got together 5 years ago, and married 2 years ago. He's on deployment for a year in Iraq, and had been gone for 9 months. Oh, and before he left, you two were trying for a baby, and you confirmed that you were pregnant...

So you two write letters instead of texting to kindle to overseas, young romance that you two share..

//Y/N POV//

"My love Finn,

       Babe, you haven't answered my last three letters, and it's worrying me.
       Words cannot express the immense amounts of yearning I endure for you. I miss you so much. Iraq is fucking scary. It may just be the raging pregnancy hormones surging through my 9 month old pregnant body, but you're a damn brave man, who I'm proud to call my husband of 2 years.
       Our daughter can't wait to meet you. She's due any day now..please tell me you'll be able to make it back home in time for Y/D/N's birth..? Maybe?
        Babe, I love you so much, please take care of yourself okay? Come home to us soon..
 
            Love your wife and baby-incubator,
 
                                                    -Y/N

You fold the paper into a little square, and encase it the small paper into the envelope to mail immediately to Finn's camp in Iraq.

He's been gone for so long, each day getting too close to y/d/n due date. He promised he'd be here for her, but you're not so sure he can make it back in time for your daughter's birth.

Babies aren't meant to compromise with you and your needs, so why would they start now?

You slowly walked over to the couch, and plopped down onto its plump cushion, huffing as you stroked your rather large stomach.

You could feel your baby kicking and squirming inside violently, making you wince sharply.

"Baby girl, I need you to calm down, okay? Daddy might not make it back soon enough."
You slowly talk to your child, as you felt her strokes soften across the inside of your stomach.

You sighed with relief at your baby's compliance, and softly laughed to yourself.
She's definitely strong-willed like her dad.

You heard the doorbell ring, and a shot of excitement and Adrenalin shot through your body in hopes that it would be your husband.

You inhale deeply as you struggled to prop yourself up off the couch, feeling a sharp pain in your lower abdomen.

You finally stand up with a slow exhale of relief, but your relief was short lived.

A burst of liquid exited your heavy body, and splat on the floor with a whoosh, and your mouth was left agape.

"Oh shit!"
You shouted, instinctively clutching your stomach as if it was going to hold your daughter inside.

The door burst open, and instead of it being Finn at the door, it was your mother instead.

"Honey! Are you okay-.."
Your mom yelled into the house, and upon seeing up doubling over in pain, she sprinted for you.

You couldn't focus right, you couldn't speak clearly. All you could mumble, what your love, "Finn.."

***

You sat ,laying down in the hospital bed.
You felt the sun's gentle ray peek through the window shades, and you felt light-headed.

The sterile smell of hand sanitizer and medication of the room made you roll your eyes.

Wires and needles poked through your hands and arms, and your hospital gown with your large stomach protruding,  was underneath a thin sheet of blanket.

"Fuck.."
You mumbled to yourself and you shifted yourself to sit up.

"Woah, take it easy."
Your mom told you, and stood up from her seat  to push you back down gently into the bed.

"No, no..where's..Finn?"
You didn't need your mom's assistance or pity. You wanted your husband.

Your mother wasn't always there for you when you needed her as a child, but when she found out you married a potentially famous person, she suddenly reappeared to you.

"H-he's probably not gonna make it."
Your mom told you as she leaned closer to caress your cheek with her calloused hands that smelled of cigarette smoke.

"You didn't CALL HIM?!"
You were furious at her, and seething with absolute rage when she shook her head.

A nurse noticed the noise coming from within your room, and escorted your mother out once she saw that your blood pressure was rising.

You flopped your head against the hospital pillow, and calmed yourself down.

You noticed that your contractions were getting closer and closer together, and more painful.

The nurse noticed your increased heart rate along with your baby's heart rate, and exited the room, only to re-emerge with a handful of doctors.

"Okay, ma'am. It's time. Could you help me prop your legs on these stands?"
The nurse helped your feet onto the stands, making yourself completely exposed down there.

"What the hell do you mean I can't go see her? She's my fucking wife, let me through!"

You perked up when you heard that familiar voice right outside your hospital door.

The one you fell in love with.

You saw Finn, in his Marine cammies, he burst through the door, pretty much sprinting to your bedside and engulfing you in a hug, where time seemed to slow down.

"Baby.."
You heard his saw in the crook of your neck as he hugged you best he could with you laying down.

You began crying due to the rushed emotions flowing through your body.

You two pulled away from the hug, but interlinked hands because of the sound of doctors yelling at Finn to leave.

Finn pushed away the doctors that tried to escort him out of the room forcefully, but you couldn't do this without your husband.
You kept your hand gripped with Finn's.

"He's my husband!"
You shrieked, and the doctors reluctantly let go of Finn's shoulders.

"Apologizes, ma'am. However, we're going to need you to begin pushing."
The doctor's voice was a mere echo in your mind.

Finn returned back to your side, cupping your face in his hands, and kissing you.

"It's gonna be ok, baby. I'm here, now. I'm here."
Finn's reassuring words made the birth easier to know he was with you.

And when the sound of infant cries echoed throughout your the room, you cried along with your daughter.

Finn cut her umbilical cord, and began tearing up as well when they took her to clean her up.

"How is she?"
You spoke weakly.

"She's perfect. She's so beautiful. Just like her mom.."
He said, and you smiled at your crying husband.

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