Finding their way

Not missing her wince, he pursed his lips. "You get some rest, okay?" He insisted, sitting back carefully. "I'll be here when you wake up." 

His gaze flicked back to her, just catching the last few words. "Appa." He repeated, slowly taking a seat as he marveled over everything. "I'm an appa. And you're an umma." Jongin said, as if finally realizing this, as he looked up at her with wide eyes.  

Rolling his eyes, he reached his arms out for the baby. "You won't kill it." He chuckled, carefully take the small bundle of pink blankets. "You're gonna be a great mom..." Jongin said, his attention quickly being taken away from his girlfriend and onto his new daughter. 

"Well, when her mom's the prettiest girl ever, there's no doubt that she'll be beautiful." He commented, glancing at Krystal with a small smile. 

He waved off her comment, opting instead to stand in place, too entranced in the small baby. "Ah... Soojin, right?" He said after minute. "That's the name we decided on?"

He stood to get a better look, his breath hitching. The squirming baby in her arms perfect in his eyes. "Ah... I wouldn't think so." He commented, his voice quiet as he watched. After a minute, a slow smile spread over his lips and he reached forward, finger's finding her tiny hand. "Ah...she's perfect, Krys." 

He rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything, just watched quietly as she was handed the infant to her. Jongin pursed his lips, craning his neck to get a better look at her. "Lemme see. I wanna see her." He demanded, tugging on the bed sheets. 

Quickly pulling his hand away, he couldn't help the quiet laugh. "I will not." Jongin scoffed lightly, his attention being taken away from her when the door opened and a nurse entered, holding a small pink bundle. 

"I know, I know." He said softly, looking toward the door. "Go ahead and sleep, alright? She'll be here when you wake up." Jongin told her, squeezing her hand quickly. 

As soon as he was let into the room he was at her side, hands grabbing for her's and smoothing her hair off her forehead. She looked exhausted, about ready to fall asleep. "Not yet, they should bring her in soon." Jongin said, pulling up a chair to sit beside the bed. "How are you doing? Are you okay?"

It seemed like an eternity that he sat in the waiting room and, well, waited. He had taken a nap, how he was able to sleep a miracle to him, conversed with a few young children waiting as well, and even went to go grab a snack. He was about to settle in for another nap when a nurse came to him, rousing his to alertness to say that after all the waiting, he could finally go and see her. 

He watched as they helped her away, his hand still outstretched. Jongin wasn't exactly sure he could bear to be in the room with her, not because he didn't want to support her and hold her hand and what not, but because he couldn't bear the reaction of pain that came with giving birth, so he took a breath and stepped up to the counter to begin filling out the paper work.

"If you ask, I'm sure that they will." He answered, a tight hold on her as he helped her into the doors. The waiting room didn't seem to be too busy,  luckily for the pair, and they were able to go straight to the front desk. Jongin spoke in a rush, so quickly the nurse almost didn't understand, but one she had caught the work labor she was rushing off, calling to the other nurses and they were then tending to her, taking her off to a room. 

Jongin gave a dry laugh. "How can you even try to be calm in a situation like this." Soon enough he was pulling into the parking lot, almost ramming into another poor man's bumper. He didn't even bother with a parking spot, opting instead to pull up right in front of the emergency doors. As soon as the car was haphazardly in park he was jumping out, sprinting around to help her as well. 

"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying" He insisted, trying his best to maneuver the busy road as at faster rate. He could see the hospital just up the road, but every time that she gave another whine of pain, he couldn't help but think that it was still so far away. "We're almost there." 

"Almost, almost." Jongin silently thanked god that the hospital just happened to be ten minutes from her apartment. "Does it really hurt?" HE asked, a bit tentatively, as he stepped on the gas, no doubt exceeding the speed limit.