Your pope x Mother’s Day post was toooo cute!!! I got carried away thinking about papa pope (he’d be such a good dad) and could you do one when pope’s girlfriend/wife is in labor the first time?
brother he’s a mess. a MESS. he wasn’t there when your water broke, you’d went around the corner to a farmers market when it happened, telling him you just wanted some air, some alone time. Pope had your location, so he let you, cleaning up around the house while you have your time alone.
but when you call him around twenty-ish minutes later with sirens in the background, he’s broken. his knees feeling weak, voice cracking as he searches around the house for your hospital bag, still on the phone with you. “fuck are-are you sure?! like, absolutely??” “y-yeah, i mean i’d know if i peed but it’s not-and my midwife—” “ok, it’s ok baby. fuck. ok. i’m-i’m on my way, i’m getting your stuff i’m on the way ok?”
he’s there under ten minutes, running around the hospital until he finds your room, and he’s immediately crying upon seeing you. in the hospital gown, tear streaks on your cheeks, a little pout from crying so much. he never thought he’d be here with someone, let alone for himself, his wife, his baby.
he forgets all the books he read, all the training he made himself learn bc he’s literally hysterical. he’s crying so hard with you, holding your hand while he’s cheek to cheek with you, telling you to push, you’re almost there. and when his babygirl finally does enter the world, he almost doesn’t want to hold her.
he’s already smitten, crying his eyes out some more as he backs away from the doctor who’s scarily confused as to why he’s so distressed. “sir, i think you should hold your little girl.” “i-i can’t, i can’t-what if i hurt her? or drop her? or she-she doesn’t want me to and she cries—” “Andy, you’re her dad. take your shirt off. and hold her.” you have to finally tell him in your drowsy, drugged up state.
and when he does hold her, he doesn’t wanna let her go to get her cleaned up. “i-i can’t do it myself? she doesn’t wanna go, she wants me to hold her. can i go with you guys? why not??” he’s a mess. when he finally calms down, he’s in the bed with you (upon your request), holding you and telling you how good you did, how he’s so sorry for being so emotional. you tell him you love him and wouldn’t have it any other way.
he orders you your push meal, you’re already picking out push gifts together when you come to. “we can use my truck for the baby, mainly. but you should have your own car too.” “you don’t have to do that, you drive me everywhere, Andy.” “not everywhere, what if i’m away with the truck? who’s gonna drive you? what if it rains, and you don’t wanna walk? and a lady needs her own car. just..whatever you want, baby. any model, any year. it’s yours.”