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Tommy remembers the first time he saw this side of Evan. The side of him the 118 referred to exasperatedly as “Clipboard Buck”. It had been at Chim’s Bachelor party and the neurotic control freak part of Evan’s personality had only further endeared Evan to Tommy.
And over the last couple of years Tommy has seen Clipboard Buck more than a few times. Most notably when they had started looking for a house to buy together, moving in together, renovating the house they had fallen in love with, and then planning their wedding.
But this version of Clipboard Buck is both Tommy’s favorite but also the most exasperating.
Evan was waddling around their large living room with a Clipboard triple checking for the third time this week that everything had been baby proofed.
“Evan, Baby. Please sit down.” Tommy was on the verge of getting down on his knees and begging his husband who was thirty-eight weeks pregnant to just sit down, relax, and finish gestating.
Yesterday Tommy had returned from his shift to Evan scrubbing their bedroom floor on his hands and knees. Not even Eddie was willing to come over and distract Evan since last time he came over when Evan started his leave Evan had put Eddie to work.
So far the only person who had been capable of forcing Evan to sit still for five minutes was Maddie who had just patted Tommy on the shoulder with a smile telling him Evan was just nesting.
But right now Evan was moving the large oversized chair they regularly cuddled in back in front of the large bay window overlooking their backyard muttering about the baby and possible jaundice looking a little feral. Tommy took a long deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth before going over and standing behind Evan crowding up against his back and wrapping his arms around Evan’s waist and letting his hands rest over the large swell of Evan’s stomach.
“Sweetheart.” Tommy whispered into Evan’s ear before kissing the soft skin behind Evan's ear making him shiver in Tommy's embrace. “Why don't we go lay down? I could put on that documentary you've been wanting to watch? Hmmm?” And suddenly it looks like Tommy doesn't have to beg down on his knees, because the neurotically feral energy bleeds out of Evan. Tommy leads Evan up to their plush comfortable bed and gets him tucked in under a light weight sheet on his left side.
Evan turned on the TV going into their Hildy account and pulled up the documentary about a Ranch In Wyoming and the work they were doing to return to ethical and sustainable ranching practices. Tommy made sure Evan's favorite water bottle was filled with fresh ice water and he had a plate filled with fresh fruit, chocolate covered pretzels, and slices of a couple different kinds of cheese.
Tommy preened at the happy noise Evan made when presented with his snack before sliding into bed behind Evan and began massaging his lower back that was tight and always sore these days making Evan sigh happily as he munched on his snack completely focused on the documentary playing on the TV in their bedroom.
By the end of the documentary Evan was sound asleep, snoring softly. Tommy slipped from their bed to start making supper knowing Evan would be ravenous when he woke up from his nap.
It was only a couple days later when Tommy was returning from an early morning breakfast run because Evan woke up with a strong craving for Cinnamon rolls from the one very specific bakery a couple blocks away and Tommy had made keeping Evan calm and happy his main priority for the foreseeable future. When Tommy had left Evan not even an hour ago he had been happily laying in that oversized chair enjoying the warm sunshine like a cat while reading an article about his current hyperfixation. Now Evan was frantically reorganizing their kitchen cabinets and scrubbing them.
“Baby?” Tommy asked, setting the cinnamon rolls down absolutely flummoxed about what had triggered this cleaning spree. Especially because Evan looked absolutely furious.
“Why can't my parents just respect that we don't want visitors for a couple weeks after Caly comes.” Evan viciously scrubbed at a non-existent mess in the cupboard where they had placed all the brand new and freshly sanitized bottles.
“Ah.” Tommy exhaled slowly before crossing the kitchen and wrapping his arms around Evan. “The good news is we don't have to let them in the front door, and we can tell the nurses not to allow your parents access to us in the hospital.” Evan started relaxing. “And Maddie and Chimney would absolutely do anything to make sure we get two weeks of undisturbed bonding, and Jee would probably help.” That startled a laugh out of Evan enough for him to stop manically cleaning and turn around in Tommy's embrace.
“Are those my cinnamon rolls?” Evan asked, suddenly reverting into the delightfully happy man filled with warmth and sunshine that had initially attracted Tommy to Evan, and he had to kiss Evan about it.
“Go eat sweetheart, I'll put all this away.” Evan started to reply but Tommy cut him off with a sweet kiss and a pat to Evan's hip. “Don't worry, I will follow the layout from the clipboard to the letter.” Tommy promised, watching as Evan served himself a cinnamon roll and sat down at the counter.
Tommy for his part happily let Evan boss him around as he put all of their dishes away, and clean the kitchen. Thankfully though over the next couple of days Evan’s need to nest seemed to pass and a sort of calm settled over him. Most days he was perfectly happy to just relax and enjoy the end of his pregnancy.
But then at thirty-eight weeks and six days the calm breaks. Tommy is three hours away from the end of his shift when he gets a phone call from Maddie.
“Evan is in labor.” Maddie's voice is calm, “I'm taking him to.the hospital.” Tommy can hear Evan groaning in the background that he's not going to the hospital without Tommy. Tommy takes a deep breath. Before now he thought he would be more panicked when the time came, but it's like being on a call. Everything comes into focus and he is calm.
“I'll meet you there.” His captain is all too happy to dismiss him from his shift and his team is raucous with their cheering. He doesn't even bother changing out of his uniform before leaving Harbor. He curses the traffic keeping him from Evan until he's walking into the Labor and Delivery unit of the hospital to see Maddie in the waiting area on her phone. She looks up seeing him and they share a smile.
Tommy could kiss Maddie for the calm way she fills Tommy in on how she'd decided to swing by their house for lunch with Evan on her day off when she found him in labor as she walked him to the door of Evan's room before hugging him and wishing them good luck.
Inside the hospital room Evan was pacing while hooked up to a variety of different monitors.
“Baby.” Tommy goes to Evan as if pulled to him by an invisible string. Evan melts into Tommy and lets Tommy bare his weight as he groans in pain. Tommy rubs his back and stays quiet.
Finally only four short hours later all eight pounds thirteen ounces of screaming, crying gunk covered Calypso Maddie Kinard is placed on Evan's chest and Tommy has never felt as happy as he did in that moment as him and Evan both cried in joy.