If it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine

I want a “I made a playlist for you” typa love

Brendon was cradling their tiny, tiny bundle of joy in his arms when he heard a knock on the door. He knew it would be Z and offered a soft “Come in!” not wanting to wake Courtney.

She carefully opened the door, eyes widening when she saw the baby, quietly walking over. “Oh my- oh my god, Brendon.” She whispered.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?”Brendon giggles. He can’t stop smiling. A permanent sun beam on his face. She’s curled up in his arms, wrapped safely in a blanket. He’d never evereverever let anything bad happen to her “Come and look…”

She hurried over quietly, letting out the softest laugh. “She’s absolutely gorgeous. A little queen.” She smiled down at the baby, all safe and cuddled up in Brendon’s arms.

“She’s doin’ so good.” Brendon beams, so proud of her. “She’s at the weight she should be and she barely cries... she’s just amazing.” he sighs, so in love with her already.

Brendon was cradling their tiny, tiny bundle of joy in his arms when he heard a knock on the door. He knew it would be Z and offered a soft “Come in!” not wanting to wake Courtney.

She carefully opened the door, eyes widening when she saw the baby, quietly walking over. “Oh my- oh my god, Brendon.” She whispered.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?”Brendon giggles. He can’t stop smiling. A permanent sun beam on his face. She’s curled up in his arms, wrapped safely in a blanket. He’d never evereverever let anything bad happen to her “Come and look...”

Brendon was giggling to himself, or rather, at Courtney when Pete entered the room. He hadn’t heard him come in yet and he was pulling faces at his baby girl, watching her for a smile or laugh, even though he knew that wouldn’t happen yet for another few months. She has big wide eyes, looking confused as if to say ‘silly daddy!’ Brendon beams wide as some arms slide around him “Petey!” he turns and gives his boyfriend a kiss.

Brendon was cradling their tiny, tiny bundle of joy in his arms when he heard a knock on the door. He knew it would be Z and offered a soft “Come in!” not wanting to wake Courtney.

Brendon’s eyes brightened slightly as he sore Pete, he was doubled over in pain and he looked up, reaching out to his boyfriend as he stood and hobbled over “Quickly, Petey… we can’t let it get too far, we can’t…” he gasped, whining at how much it hurt, moving as quick as he can and holding Pete’s hand so tight he’s surprised it isn’t broken.

Pete squeezes Brendon’s hand back, he knows how much pain he must be in. “I’ve got you, Baby Boy, we’ll be alright. You think you can walk down to the nurse or would you rather me carry you?” He hates seeing Brendon in so much pain, but he knows it’s all part of labor. He rests one hand gently on his boyfriend’s swollen tummy, thinking about the little baby contained inside of it that they’re finally going to see soon.

“Carry me…” Brendon whines, relaxing just slightly as Pete obliges and he feels himself being scooped up, tucking himself into the mans chest. Brendon wasn’t smaller than Pete, that super-human vampire strength certainly came in handy. “It hurts” he keeps repeating into the mans chest and he’s shaking from how damn scared he is “does it have to be now? w-what if I’m not a good daddy?” he whimpers as they reach the nurses office.

“Don’t say that, you’ll be an amazing daddy, I promise,” Pete soothes, carefully maneuvering himself and Brendon into the doorway of the nurse’s office. He uses one hand to stroke through Brendon’s hair as he calls to the nurse, hoping to calm him at least a little. “You’re amazing, Baby.”

Pete was the best boyfriend ever, only he could keep him calm at a time like this. He looks up at the man with big, adoring eyes. “I love you.” he gulps as the nurse arrives, squeezing Pete’s hand as she tells them it’s time to give him the numbing injections. She sets everything up, ready to give him the epidural and it hurts, fuckfuckfuck. He tightens his grip on Pete’s hand, eyes tearing up “Petey…” he whines, it hurts so bad as the big needle slides into his spine.

Pete can barely watch the nurse give Brendon the injection, he feels himself cringe when he watches the needle slide into him. He pulls Brendon’s hand up and begins peppering kisses all over it. “You’re doing so well, Bren, I love you so much. Such a brave, beautiful boy for me,” Pete whispers reassuringly.

“Pete…” Brendon whimpers, looking completely and utterly betrayed, eyes watering, panicking, clutching his boyfriends hands for dear life. It hurts so bad but soon becomes numb and then the surgery starts, Brendon can’t look. He only feels a scratch but he knows what’s happening he hides his face in Pete’s neck as the nurse begins the C-section.

Pete doesn’t watch as the nurse performs the C-section, it would only freak him it even more than he already is. He holds Brendon’s hands as tight as he can and doesn’t dare complain about the pain. “Good boy, we’re almost done, I promise. You’re so amazing, Baby, so good at this,” Pete coos softly into his ear, trying to calm him down a bit.

Brendon nods, tears streaming down his face now, from fear, pain, nerves, excitement and exhaustion all rolled into one. “I love you, I love you Pete…” Brendon whine, burying his head and gulping, eyes going wide as he hears a baby crying, looking up and shaking “Oh my God, she’s here…” he grins, so so wide, in shock.

Pete can’t look when he first hears the baby cry. He keeps his eyes closed and listens to the baby scream and cry for a moment. When he finally opens his eyes, he sees the baby, /his/ baby, and feels tears swell in his eyes. She’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He watches as the nurse swaddles the baby and gives her to Brendon, and tears spill from his eyes and drip down his face.

Brendon takes her as quickly as he can, holding his tiny little bean in his arms and goodness, she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his entire life. She’s adorable, this moment is like magic. Surreal. He’s in love. “Pete, Pete, look at her…” he sobs softly, turning his head to steal a kiss from his boyfriend.

“She’s so beautiful,” Pete says softly with amazement. He accepts the kiss but keeps it soft and short, stroking Brendon’s cheek slowly. He turns back towards his baby, and the tears start falling harder. He loves her already. The nurse rests a hand softly on his shoulder. “What are you going to name her?”

“Isn’t she? The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…” Brendon breathed out, in complete and utter awe. “Courtney.” He says, softly, looking at Pete with a smile. “We want to name her Courtney, after Courtney love. Because she’s our little rockstar.” Brendon chuckles, low and in pain. He’s too happy to feel how sore he actually is, but it doesn’t stop little sharp painful stabs sneaking in.

Pete smiles back at Brendon, giving his back a rub when he notices that he’s in pain. “Our little rockstar,” he breathes out. He’s so in love right now that he can barely feel anything else. He relishes in the moment, because how often do you get to see your baby being born? “Could I, could I hold her?” he asks hesitantly, not wanting to steal her away from Brendon.

Brendon nods because of course, of course he can. He passes Courtney over so delicately, as carefully as he can and smiles as Pete holds her correctly. He's obviously been researching too. "Isn't she perfect, Pete?" His eyes are watering now, he could pass out from how exhausted he is, hair a mess. All he wants to do is look at his baby. He can't sleep yet.