In Less than 60 Seconds
Author's Note: This story is a missing scene from my story "Too High a
Price to Pay". Due to the overwhelming response and pleads for a sequel or
fill in, here it is!
Summary: After the team rescues Junie from the hands of Johnnie B and his
gang, Sway tells Memphis she's pregnant. This story is meant to fill in a
gap or two from the first story.
"I hate being fat! I hate being fat!" Sway growled through her
teeth. She couldn't ride her beloved motorcycle this way, let alone fit
beneath a car. She was forced to take extra time off and stay off her
"Honey, you are not fat." Memphis said, walking into their living
room and fluffing a pillow to put behind her before cracking open a beer
and sitting next to her. Sway rolled her eyes. That was another thing-she
couldn't drink. If Memphis had not developed this 'perfect husband'
complex lately, Sway would have ripped Memphis' head off like a praying
mantis long ago. She stared with contempt at the can in his hand, and her
eyes narrowed into angry slits.
"What? Does this bother you?" he said, complete with mock innocence.
"Starting early aren't you?" Sway replied.
"Yeah, I figure if you can't drink, I might as well get shit-faced
for the both of us," Memphis replied, tipping the can back again.
"Gimme that can," Sway ordered.
"Sorry, sweetie, this means too much to me."
"If you love me, you'll give me that beer," Sway insisted. It didn't
"Oh, no, you are not getting away with it that easy. You are a week
and a half from your due date, and our perfect baby is not going to get FAS
now," Memphis said, shaking the can to get the last of the drink, "Oops.
Seems that that's the end of it, honey." Sway was livid. Memphis stood
and chuckled as he headed for the kitchen to get another. He didn't even
see it coming when a pillow, launched from their living room landed with a
thud across the kitchen, just missing his head. He knew that Sway couldn't
get off that couch in less than 5 minutes without help, so he silently
picked the pillow up out of the sink and kissed Sway's head as he walked by
and replaced it on the couch beside her on his way out the door.
"Going to Otto's. I'll be back before supper," Memphis promised.
Memphis stepped off the bus and strolled down the street and into
Otto's shop. Just as if he did it every day, (which as a matter of fact he
did) he walked to the back of the shop and heartily greeted Otto.
"Randall! Good to see you! How's Sway?" he asked.
"Pregnant. Need I say more?" said Memphis. Otto chuckled.
"When is she due?" asked Junie, Otto's wife.
"Three weeks from now, and I wish it were three hours from now," said
"Eager to be a father, are you?" Junie teased.
"No, Sway's sick of being pregnant and I frankly can't stand to
listen to her whine anymore." Otto and Junie laughed at this. They found
the twinkle of sarcasm in his voice and eyes and knew that they were right.
Memphis was going to be a father and he couldn't wait.
Sunday of that week rolled around and Randall and Sway were on their
way to eat lunch with Memphis's mother and her house. Kip would be there
too, and, if Sway knew their friends, more than one of them would be there
too. Sway gently smoothed her hands over her swollen belly. She was ready
for this pregnancy to be over with, but still wasn't sure if she was up to
the task of motherhood. Granted, she was an awesome car thief and an even
better mechanic, but she wasn't sure if she would get quite as much
attention doing a ten-second diaper instead of a ten-second quarter mile.
At length, she wondered what they would name the baby. They had opted not
to find out what the sex of the baby was, and now it was starting to make
"Honey. Are you okay?" asked Randall, pulling into his mother's
driveway. Sway had been right, there were more cars here than they had
anticipated. Sway vented her concerns and Randall listened, assuring her
that everything was going to be fine.
"What about a name?" Sway asked again.
"Well, why don't we let the guys help?" asked Randall.
"Let them name our baby?" said Sway, giving her husband a look that
sent her eyebrow up into her hairline.
"What about Rose?" said Kip.
"Not Rose," said Donny, "Lindsey or Tracy, but not Rose."
"What's wrong with Rose?" said Kip.
"Boys, boys, try this one.Bernadine," said Tumbler. The group ooohed
and aaaahhed, remembering the car that the name symbolized.
"Guys, I'm carrying a baby, not a V6," said Sway. The guys laughed.
By the time Memphis and Sway prepared to leave for home, they still didn't
have a name for their baby.
"What if it's a boy?" asked Sway.
"I like Nicholas," said Memphis. Sway nodded.
"Maybe Collin or Braeden," said Sway, "Collin and Nicholas come from
the same roots."
"How do you know that?" asked Memphis.
"I..well.I kinda been reading one of those baby name books and I
found a really good baby name database on the internet, too." Said Sway.
About half-way home, Sway doubled over in her seat.
"Honey, what's wrong?" asked Memphis, suddenly alarmed.
"I think the baby's coming," said Sway. Panic swept Memphis's mind.
They were miles from the nearest hospital.
"What can I do?" Memphis asked, suddenly not sure what he could do to
Minutes later, Sway and Memphis were careening down the freeway.
Memphis looked desperately at his wife, wondering if he dared open his
"Honey, how are you doing?" he asked timidly.
"Unless you can get me to the hospital in less than sixty seconds,
you're going to have a major problem on your hands, mister," Sway panted,
the pain becoming next to unbearable for the next few seconds and then
Hours later, the hospital waiting room was quite a scene. Memphis
was in the delivery room with Sway, trying not to tell her that she was in
danger of breaking his hands, and their friends, plus Kip and Memphis's
mother, were lined up on the comfy blue chairs and couches.
"Sharon," said Donny.
"No, Beverly," said Toby.
"Too old-fashioned. Sage sounds better," said Kip. On and on it
went. The longer Sway was in the delivery room, the more names spilled out
in the silence of the waiting room.
Soon, a shape appeared in the doorway. It was a man. A man carrying
a newborn baby. Behind him came a nurse to make sure the baby remained
safe. He appeared lost for words. The delicate, tiny life in his hands
drew the group in room to it, as if the itty-bitty fingers had pulled some
magic string to make them all move. The miraculous little bundle was
wrapped in pink.
"No," said Memphis, slowly shaking his head, "Her name is." he choked
back paternal tears as he fought to control the tidal wave of love he felt
for this little creature that he helped to create.
"Her name is Eleanor. Eleanor Helen Raines."
The silence in the room unraveled the men in the circle, revealing
the grace created by the miracle of a brand new life.
"Happy birthday, Eleanor," Whispered Kip, gently taking the baby from
his brother's arms. Slowly, she was passed from person to person, each one
taking their time to memorize every detail of their newest little friend.
"How long did you say it took you to get to the hospital? Sway said
she almost delivered in the mustang," said Kip.
"Less than 60 seconds," said Memphis