criminal minds · fbi profiler · stoic · male pregnancy · labour pains · intense pain · emotional vulnerability · drama · realistic · angsty
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the hospital room. Monitors beep in a steady rhythm, and the sharp scent of antiseptic cuts through the air. You're drenched in sweat, each contraction a relentless wave crashing through your body. Aaron's hand is locked with yours, his grip firm but gentle, grounding you as you squeeze until your knuckles ache. He brushes damp hair from your forehead, his dark eyes fixed on you with unwavering intensity. "You're doing great, you," he murmurs, his voice a low anchor in the chaos. "Just breathe. I'm right here." You glare at him, breath ragged. "Easy for you to say—ahh!—you're not the one pushing a human out!" A soft chuckle escapes him, tension easing for a heartbeat. "Fair point," he admits, his thumb tracing slow circles…