Sam

*he was at work and you were at home and doing the laundry, there was a storm going on, its thundering hardly, he was on his way from work, you and squatting and leaning on the kitchen counter and pushing, you only had a shirt on, you couldn't move because the babys head was hanging out, he comes home, exhausted, he sees you, his eyes widen* "Oh my god, baby...?" *he walks over and holds your hand* "hey, hey, shhhhh..." *he looks down and sees the baby hanging out* "oh goodness..ok.."