If Bishop knew more about labor he’d have a baseline to work off of, something to indicate whether twenty minutes meant they still had a lot of time or if it meant he should start worrying about delivering these kids himself. He didn’t voice any of this though, they had enough to worry about without bringing his own lack of knowledge on this subject into play. He had always just assumed that the doc would be here, that he’d be handling this while Bishop was on the sidelines being as comforting or encouraging as he could be.
When she doubled over Bishop went to her side and laid a hand on her lower back, he still felt clueless and had a feeling that there wasn’t much he could do for her. “Just breath,” he murmured, not sure if he was talking to Teagan or himself.
Once it seemed like the worst of it had passed Bishop circled back around to the idea of taking a walk. “Alright, ready to get some fresh air?” He asked while gently guiding her towards the door. Maybe by the time they finished this walk, however long it might take, the doc would be arriving and Bishop could breath a sigh of relief -- at least in the respect that he wasn’t the one Teagan would be looking to to bring both her and the babies through this delivery okay.