Rebecca Pov

  So I was very obviously pregnant at this point, (yes, again, no it wasn't planned, you'd think that it would've been harder for me to even get pregnant because I wasn't exactly regular, but nooo, that wasn't the bloody case), like I could've popped at any moment, so maybe I could've been less blunt with you here, but writing this out is like my version of therapy, so fucking sue me, (not that you'd get any money out of me if you chose to sue me as I'm broke as fuck, but you're still welcome to sue me).

  Anyway I was folding the last of the washing, (it was fucking annoying me, so fucking sue me), it was like 4 O'clock in the morning, so it was a bit early to have nearly finished folding shit, (well to most functional adults anyway, though I am a bit of an dysfunctional adult, so take that how you will), but like I said, it was fucking annoying me and I'm an insomniac, so take that as you will, (or don't take it at all, I'm not telling you what to do here as I'm not specifically your mother), I was about to make myself a cuppa, because I earned it, and Levi was going to be up not long afterwards anyway because of his weird shifts and all that jazz, (yes it is weird that I still remember Levi's old work rota, but I'm specifically blaming the autism for that).

  Just as Levi came down the stairs, my water broke, (you couldn't make this shit up if you tried), I don't know if Levi had some sort of 6th sense or if it was just pure coincidence that he was actually coming down the stairs as my water broke, (I appreciated it at the time regardless of which one it ended up being here, as that meant that I didn't have to deal with stairs while in labour), but I didn't care enough at the time to actually question him about it, (and now I bet you that he wouldn't even remember if I asked him about it).

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  Anyway we get in the car, (Dad or Granbob had the boys because I was that due to pop), we get halfway to the hospital, I felt like we weren't going to make it to the hospital before the baby came out of me, (no I don't know how I came to this conclusion, just that we weren't gonna make it), so I told Levi this, (because ya know, communication is healthy and all that jazz).

  "Levi, I don't think that we're making it to the hospital"

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean that this baby could quite literally fucking pop out of me any second now"

  "Shit we need to pull over"

  So Levi pulled over, no I don't know if he parked legally or not, (and honestly we had bigger things to be worrying about), because I can't drive as I had a panic attack the one time I had a driving lesson, (no, I won't elaborate about it, just that it was traumatic as fuck for everyone involved), I don't know the exact amount of time that we were there for, (I was kinda busy pushing a whole arse baby out), but it can't have been more than 5 minutes, like it was quick as fuck for a birth, (I dunno if it was a good thing or not but that's how it happened).

  "Yeah you were right Babe, we wouldn't have made it to the hospital"

  "Holy shit Sherlock, what an observation"

  "Isn't it 'No shit Sherlock?'"

  "So I like to keep yo on your toes, you're lucky that my brain hasn't turned into literal mush yet"

  "So what are we naming her?"

  "I quite like Ophelia"

  "Ok, Ophelia it is then"

  Levi then drove us home, as we the reason why we were going to the hospital was already here, (look that probably wasn't like the most responsible decision we ever made as parents, but I also hate being in hospitals with a fucking burning passion, ya know, so that probably lead us towards that decision at the end of the day), it was a surprisingly uneventful drive home, (though I'm taking it, we don't need eventful drives anywhere Babes).

  Honestly after we got home, the rest of the day just went by in a blur, (and if I'm being completely honest, which I try to be, the first week was a blur, but then it always is with newborns), so there's not much that I disclose that happened if I'm being completely honest with you, (and I try to be, as this is like my therapy as I'm far too broke to be paying for actual therapy here).