The prompt is: "OH MY GOD I'M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!".

Warnings: mentions of childbirth, cursing, I haven't been pregnant or in labor yet so I had to look it up so I apologize for mistakes I might have made in that department

You hadn't intentionally gotten pregnant.

Hvitserk and you were quite a a young couple but nevertheless your relationship was as serious as could be.

The two of you knew that you were lucky to have such an amazing relationship and so it was no wonder that when you realized you were pregnant the two of you embraced it wholeheartedly, because it was a gift given to you.

You had dreamed of starting a family in the future but you hadn't thought that it would happen this fast, nevertheless you tried to think positively about this, because it actually made you happy.

Hvitserk made you happy, the fact that you were starting a family with him, if a little young, made you happy, and Hvitserk's happiness helped lifting your spirits, that were mostly just nerves and worries, as well.

You were halfway through your eighth month when Hvitserk decided that you needed to relax more, taking time off from work to prepare a romantic evening just for the two of you.

Even though you usually put a lot of effort into your outfit, hair and makeup when you scheduled such a romantic dinner Hvitserk had asked you not to, because he loved you no matter how you looked like and you were as beautiful as ever even without makeup, as his reasoning insisted.

When you tried helping him prepare the meal he only maneuvered you towards the couch, telling you that you should simply relax and take it easy.

You were grateful for it, and you were entirely grateful for Hvitserk's love and support throughout your pregnancy.

From the moment you had found out you were pregnant he had been supportively at your side, caring for you and your baby as much as it was possible for him to do so.

It started with swearing off drinking for as long as you had to, but over time he had even more become the perfect gentleman, giving you a foot-massage when your feet were sore, preparing the house and yourselves for the arrival of the baby or simply doing housekeeping on top of his job when you couldn't anymore.

It wasn't like you were an invalid, and Hvitserk knew that, but you had agreed to Hvitserk taking over activities that exhausted you, especially since you were always tired, something that if you were unfortunate wouldn't change for months.

You were happy to meet the baby and excited to become a mother, but nevertheless the worries and fears you had weighed quite heavily on your mind.

That was one reason why Hvitserk had prepared a lovely and relaxing dinner, the other was that he wanted time for the two of you to spend together.

With the pregnancy, the preparations and both of your jobs you had been rather busy, reducing your alone time to a minimum.

The dinner itself was wonderful, he cooked healthy and the two of you simply drank water, and afterwards you got situated on the couch, for talking, cuddling and watching a movie.

Halfway through you felt like your thighs were wet, and after you sat up you saw that you were indeed leaking onto the sofa and floor.

You had merely felt a small tug, but you had read that it was all you would feel in this situation.

Your water had broken.

Hvitserk who was sitting next to you was studying carefully, not yet realizing what had happened.

"OH MY GOD I'M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!", your voice started out calm but it built up towards a panicked shout at the end of the sentence.

As soon as you had started uttering the first few words Hvitserk shot bolt upright from his slouched position, scrambling from there to stand up and face you.

"Right, umh... okay", he started, running his lanky fingers through his messy hair as he studied you intently.

"Are you hurting? Are you okay? Uncomfortable? In pain? Can I... what do I do now?!", he rambled and you nearly had to laugh at how out of it he seemed.

"Go get the bags. Upstairs. And then we need to get to the hospital", you directed, and Hvitserk nodded quickly.

"The bags, yes. And then... I'll get you and... start the car and... we'll get to the hospital. Right", he said as he stood in front of you motionless before racing up the stairs to get the mother and child preparation bags and to the car, throwing them in.

You were sitting on the couch uncomfortably, staring at the screen where the movie you had started was still playing, waiting for your boyfriend to come back to you.

You heard Hvitserk race down the stairs, bags in hand and you heard doors of the car open a few times, but you kept waiting.

It took a few minutes after you heard the motor of the car start before you heard it die down and saw a red faced Hvitserk stumble back into the house and towards you, helping you carefully off the couch where you had chosen to remain during his hectic stumbling.

"Oh shit I... I nearly forgot you!", he told you as he opened the passenger door for you and helped you move inside before racing to the driver's seat.

"It's a little early, isn't it? Isn't it dangerous for the baby? And for you? Or is that okay? I mean, fuck, I read about it but I can't remember what I read...", Hvitserk mumbled as he sat in the driver's seat facing you, making no effort whatsoever to start driving.

You were about to answer him when your answer turned into a grimace as you gripped the handle of the door when your first contraction hit.

"Just... drive, Hvitserk!", you ordered much more angrily than you had wanted to sound and Hvitserk jumped and started the car, finally driving to the hospital.

After over three hours of waiting for your cervix to dilate enough for the actual labor to happen and another three quarter hour of delivery you were finally holding your daughter in your arms at about 12:43 am.

Hvitserk was and had been by your side at all times, holding your hand and pushing hair out of your face whenever you needed him to.

You hadn't talked about how you wanted to name the baby girl because you thought you would have more time, but after your daughter came, luckily fully developed if not a little light at 2400 grams instead of the 2500-3700 that were perfect weight, Hvitserk, who was watching you with your daughter smiled at you.

"What do you want to name her?", he asked you softly as he let his hand brush your cheek lightly before resting it on your hand that was holding your newborn to your chest.

"I was thinking that maybe we could name her Aslaug?", he asked and a smile made its way onto your face.

It was his mother's name, who was the gentlest and fairest woman you had ever met and you loved her very much, just like Hvitserk and his younger brother Ivar.

Nodding softly you put your free hand on top of his, gently caressing it with your thumb.

"Aslaug is perfect", you answered as Hvitserk moved in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.