It was boxing day, and I was two weeks out from my due date. But that was not going to be something that stopped me from going out and having a good time.

We were at my old place, with Blake's family up to join us. We spent Christmas with just the family, and boxing day was where we would invite the friends around too.

I walked back outside to the lot of them, continuing loud conversations and having a good laugh. "Not sure if you wanna hear any of this love, but they're placing bets on when baby boy comes." Blake held out his hand for mine as I sat back down beside him.

"Eh, oh well. Please tell me you think it's soon though, I don't know how much longer I can do this." I laughed slightly, then taking in a quick breath, foot to the rib. "Everyone's saying times within in the next 2 weeks. Except, Keenan, would you like to share what you said?" Jordan smirked, looking to his Left.

"I thought he'd come something stupid like 41 weeks. I'm sorry, it's the uncle instinct." I scoffed and smirked, "clearly your uncle instinct is a bit out of whack, I wanna hear from the other uncles now, think they could do a bit better than that Keen."

I looked back to Pat, who was to my right, "How bout you big fulla?" He leant back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head and sighed, thinking for a split second, "I'm gonna say within the next three days."

I clapped my hands together and sighed of relief, "Fuck you're good, and that's why you hold godfather status." He smirked, folding his arms.

Though as time went on, I began to feel off, not exactly nauseous, but something wasn't right. "I'll be back in a minute." I got Blake to help me up, then I walked inside to the kitchen, where I grabbed a glass of water  then sat down in the living room, thinking maybe I was just overwhelmed by everything around me.

I sat there for a few minutes, but it didn't seem to be getting any better, and I was getting slight cramps in my stomach, almost like period cramps. "Honey? You okay?" I looked up at Blake , who walked around the corner and squatted in front of me.

"Can we go home? I don't feel well." He stood up straight again and placed his hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair. "Yeah of course we can. I'll go grab our stuff and we can head. Just stay here and chill, I'll be just a minute."

BLAKES POV /
I walked back outside to the others, where they all looked up. "Khob's alright?" Billy asked, placing his drink down. "She doesn't feel well, I'm gonna take her home." I picked up her phone, of which she had left on the table, then her bag.

"Far out, did we jinx labour?" Jordan asked. I chuckled. "She'd be a happy chap if that was the case. But dunno, maybe. But anyways, see you lot later, cheers."

I walked back inside to get Khobi, where she was still on the couch. "Righto Love, ready?" She nodded, and took a deep breath out, "Yeah, just a second." I sat down beside her and placed a hand on her back, it finally occurred to me that she was having some sort of contraction.

"Khokho are these contractions or just braxton hicks?" Finally she shrugged. "I don't know, I think it's still braxton hicks." I helped her up and kissed her forehead. "Little man might finally be on his way bub."

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Time Skip

We got back to the apartment, and whilst Khobi was in the shower I sat at the kitchen bench, when my mum rang me.

"Hey Ma."

"Hey buddy, how's Khobi? She feeling alright? Or has full term gotten to her."

"Well I think the full term bit probably has half something to do with it, however she had some sort of contraction before we left which she thought was just a braxton hicks contraction but she had one about 10 minutes later in the car and another when got back, around similar timing. I'm personally half convinced this is the real deal."

"Oh mate, that's so exciting, fatherhoods so close now. Make sure you keep us updated alright?"

I stood up and walked into the bedroom, turning the lights off around the apartment on my way. I closed the door behind me then sat on the bed. Soon enough the call concluded.

A few minutes later, Khobi gradually waddled her way out of the ensuite in a bra and a pair of my boxers, which were really the only things she could wear to bed without overheating.

"Do you feel alright, haven't had any more?"
She slowly lied down and shook her head, clearly tired. "No, not yet."

"Right, well I'll quickly duck in and have a shower, just sing out if you need me okay?"
She simply just nodded and closed her eyes.

KHOBI'S POV /
These didn't feel like braxton hicks, and I've never got them this frequently either. I was convinced. This was it. Except I didn't want Blake to start freaking out, so I left it for now, whilst he was in the shower.

I couldn't sleep either, I was too uncomfortable, so I managed to get up and walk out to the kitchen. However when I got some fruit salad out of the fridge that I had made earlier in the day, I had to stop again. I had another.

Although this time it was different, a load more pressure fell on my pelvis, and some sort of fluid fell below me. Holy shit, my water. This was fucking it. I knew it. I just knew it.

"Blake!" I yelled, the shower had turned off a few second ago, he would've been able to hear me now. He jogged out of the room in a pair of boxers. I was behind the island, and too short for him to see my wet state that clung to my boxers and legs.

"Hun? Everything alright?" He seemed worried already, I haven't even gotten to the point where I tell him that I was beginning labour. I looked up from the puddle below me to him, as he made his way towards me. "My water just broke."

He stopped in his tracks and just looked at me, running his fingers through his hair. He looked down at the floor where I stood, sure enough, liquid surrounded me. But then a smile grew on his face. "This is it Baby girl."

He took my hand to get me out of the mess. "How about you go change into something dry, go through my clothes if you need, I'll ring Laura and let her know, see what she wants us to do, just try to relax alright?"

I jogged into the nursery first and brought the hospital bag out to the kitchen, then walking into the bedroom to grab my phone. I stood behind Khokho as the phone rang, she was pulling out one of my hoods, boxers and a pair of her sweatpants.

I placed a hand on her waist, as she leant back into me, another contraction. "Deep breaths baby, you got it." Soon enough Laura, our obgyn, answered. We discussed stuff over, and she told us to wait until the contractions were closer to 5 minutes apart.