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"hi baby girl. you better wait til daddy gets home to be born." mark talked towards your baby bump.

you were 9 months pregnant and felt like you could explode at any moment. hint mark's coaxing towards the baby to stay in there until he was home.

"i love you chloe. meral is coming over right?" mark asked.

meral was nikolaj ehlers girlfriend. mark always wanted someone by you when he left in case you went into labor. someone would be able to drive you to the hospital then.

"yes mark. love you too." you said and kissed him.

there was one little thing you weren't telling him. you had been feeling slight pains for the last hour or so. not painful enough to be going into labor, but pains that are promising for a baby when you are 9 months pregnant. you wanted him to be able to play the game he was supposed to play tonight and then you could deal with the pains after.

he left and you realized you could curse and groan about the pain all you wanted to now.

"hey pretty mama." meral yelled when she walked in the door.

"hey m." you greeted, sitting on the couch.

"how are you doing with the pains and all?" she asked, worried.

you guys had been texting about it before she came over. you wanted her to be ready for the hospital if it came to that.

"to be honest, i might be giving birth tonight or tomorrow cause damn it hurts more and more every minute." you complained.

"your baby is going to be pretty clo." meral gushed, "i'm so excited."

both of you were watching the jets face the minnesota wild. you had wanted to go to this game, but mark had put his foot down with this one.

you had made it to the second intermission, but you had started to loose concentration because of the intense pain in your uterus.

"okay mama. i think we're going to go to the hospital now." meral said, grabbing the hospital bag and everything else you would need.

you nodded as another strong contraction came.

meral ran back in the house after putting the stuff in the car. she helped you up and walked you out to the car.

"you ready to have a baby chloe?" she asked.

"i don't know man." you answered truthfully.

meral handed you her phone as she drove, "can you text nikolaj and say we are headed to the hospital."

she apparently sensed the worry on your face.

"he doesn't check his phone until after the game. mark won't come until after. i told nikolaj to check his phone immediately after though just in case." she comforted.

you nodded and typed on the screen quickly.

you got to the hospital and were immediately put in a room. you were seen by a doctor and moved into a labor and delivery room where there was a couch for meral and a tv to watch the rest of the jets game.

they ended up winning 3-1.

you were progressing very, very quickly which resulted in meral calling the training staff office to get mark to the hospital as quickly as possible so he wouldn't miss the birth of his first child.

you could see on the broadcast the head athletic trainer running towards him after the game and then him begin to sprint towards the locker room.

you laughed with meral, "that's for me."

you cackled together uglily.

soon enough, mark ran in the room with his suit on and very wet, disheveled hair. he looked exhausted, yet very happy.

"oh hi mark." you said smiling.

he shook his head and collapsed in the chair next to you. he took your hand in his.

"hello chloe." he responded then looked to meral, "i'm pretty sure nikolaj is right behind me."

meral nodded with a smile.

"are you okay with nikolaj in here?" mark asked quietly.

"i don't give a shit mark." you said pinching his hand from the pain of another contraction.

he chuckled, "that's my girl."

nikolaj rushed in soon after and greeted you sweetly. he went to sit by meral on the small couch.

"you are ready to deliver mrs. scheifele." the doctor said as she came in with many nurses.

"it's about damn time." you exclaimed sassily.

everyone in the room laughed at your attitude.

after a few hours of pushing, your baby girl was born. everyone in the room was crying. including nikolaj which would've been funny in another circumstance, but you were crying too.

"what's her name?" the doctor asked.

"maya everly scheifele."