#tuchy

Added a new Sabres sticker to our Etsy! Say hello to Tuchy! Quinn or Norris are likely next.

Tim rushed Lucy into the hospital, his arm supporting her back. "My girlfriend is in labor!" he exclaimed, approaching the desk.

Lucy glanced up, smiling. "You called me your girlfriend."

Tim smiled back. “Yeah, I guess I did.” 

The unamused nurse cleared her throat. "If you two are done, I have paperwork."

Lucy took the clipboard, but dropped it with a clatter, as another contraction hit. She gripped Tim's arm, digging her fingernails into his hand. 

"Can I fill out the paperwork while you get her set up in a room?" Tim asked.

The nurse shook her head. “We’re currently waiting on rooms to become available.” 

“Waiting on rooms to become available? She’s in labor!” Tim exclaimed. 

“Look around you honey, this whole waiting room is full of women in labor, Always happens when  it’s a full moon.” 

The vein in Tim’s neck bulged. “You’re telling me she’s going to have to labor in the waiting room?” 

“Once you fill out that paperwork I can see about getting her a bed in the hallway.” 

Tim’s face grew red. “In the. . .she’s in labor! My child is not going to be born in some 2 star google rated hospital hallway. . .”

Lucy calmed Tim down. “Tim, it’s fine. Labor usually takes a while anyways, I can labor in the hall for a bit, it helps to walk anyways.” 

Tim frowned, his brows furrowed. “hospital protocol dictates that an armed officer be seen immediately, I can go home and grab your badge and gun . .  .”

Lucy giggled. “No!”

Tim’s eyes got serious. “Are you sure? We could try Cedar-Sinai, it’s not that long of a drive.” 

“I’m fine. I still think it’s going to be a while.”  Lucy reassured him. 

. . . 

A contraction seized Lucy, and she pressed her face into Tim's shoulder, trying to muffle her cry as her body tensed. She bit down on his shirt, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, as she struggled to keep her sounds contained in the crowded hallway. As the pain subsided she glanced up at Tim, her eyes pleading. “Ok fine. Go home and get my gun and badge.”