Author's Note: Well, this is it. This is the last chapter of this series. It has been a lot of fun to play with this story and for all who have been following, Dave and Trish are finally going to have their happy ending.

Thank you for the reviews and support! Thank you!

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I am being tortured. I am being punished for everything that I have ever done. I deserve everything I am getting right now.

Trish clutched the pillow as she breathed through another contraction. She was warned in Lamaze class that the labor would be intense. Intense? Intense? Has that fucking bitch been in labor? She rested as much as she could but the moment she became slightly comfortable she had another contraction that was stronger and more painful than the previous one.

"I…hate…you…" Trish sneered to Dave.

Dave kept a safe distance from Trish as Jen videotaped the labor. Trish has been in labor for the past four hours and things were progressing at a rapid-fire rate. She came into the hospital at the standard 2 cm most new mothers are. But the moment her water broke, the contractions were one on top of each other. Trish quickly went from 2 cm to 7 cm in just a few hours.

Jen pointed the camera towards Dave to get his color commentary. He kept his calm during the process but stayed clear of Trish. The last thing he needed was for her to take her aggressions out on him right now. "It's the labor." He said as he smiled big into the camera lens.

"The fuck it is!" Trish threw a pillow at Dave, hitting the back of his head.

Dave grimaced as he continued to smile for the camera. "She's just in a little pain."

"A little pain? A little pain? You think this is a little pain? Come here and I'll show you a little pain!" Trish yelled.

Dave kept his smile. "We're just waiting for the nurse to administer the epidural."

Once the pain subsided, Trish calmed down and Dave felt it was safe for him to go back to her. He fed her ice chips and lightly patted her forehead with a damp cloth. "It hurts so much, baby." Trish breathed.

"You're doing great, Trisha." Dave said.

"I'm not doing this again." She then pulled Dave close to her. "You're getting cut!"

Dave nodded. "Gladly."

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A few minutes later, a nurse came in and gave Trish her epidural. Almost immediately, she was at ease. She was calm and relaxed. She was actually smiling for the first time in hours. "Much, much better."

Dave looked over at his girlfriend. Her hair was in a mess, she was sweating profusely, but she still looked beautiful to him. She was getting ready to birth his son and he couldn't be more proud of her. "How are you feeling, baby?"

Trish stretched her arms above her head. "I'm doing fantastic!"

Dave wiped the sweat off her brow and kissed her forehead. "Good. You had me concerned for a minute."

Trish laughed a little. "It's the pain."

"That's what I thought."

"But David…"

"Yes?"

"You're still getting cut."

"Gladly."

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Shortly after the epidural wore off, the contractions began and Trish was officially dilated to 10 cm. She was ready for delivery and Trish couldn't be more ready to give birth. With Dave directly behind her and Jen videotaping, Trish began to birth out her son. A sharp contrast from her attitude earlier, Trish was calm and quiet during the delivery with Dave soothing her with his coaching.

And then he made his appearance. Having light brown skin, dark brown hair and wide eyes, Nicolas David Batista made his arrival. He was 7 lb and 8 oz and Dave could tell that he already had his mother's lungs. He proudly cut the cord as he counted all of the fingers and toes.

Once Nicolas was cleaned off, the nurse handed Trish her son. "Hey Nicky. Hey baby." She cooed.

Dave wiped off a few tears from his eyes as he kissed his son's forehead. "Hey son." He then kissed Trish's forehead. "You're amazing, baby."

"You're the amazing one, David." She said, still feeling exhausted.

"I'm still getting cut, aren't I?"

Trish nodded as she Nicolas grabbed one of her fingers. "Damn right."

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A few months later, Dave and Trish settled into an unconventional family life. Trish took time off from performing to nurture Nicolas. Both she and Dave felt uncomfortable with having hired help so both of their mothers stayed with the couple during the transition.

Finalizing their divorce and sharing joint custody, Tina and Dave were finally able to set aside their differences. However, Alessia wanted to be close to her new little brother, asked to live with her father and Tina declined to protest. Trish and Tina decided to be cordial towards each other for the sake of the children.

While Trish lost all of her baby weight, she still had plenty of it in her breasts, which Dave didn't mind when she showed them off. Trish refused to pose for Playboy but didn't mind doing a classy nude portrait for GQ magazine—as long as Dave and Nicolas posed with her. Needless to say, the magazine flew off the shelves.

Dave went back to wrestling full-time and Trish stayed home with Nicolas. But she often packed up Alessia and Nicolas and traveled with Dave every couple weeks so the family would not be apart for too long.

Their life was great for they went through heaven and hell to get to where they are. Four years later, Dave officially retired from being on the active roster and became a road agent for the WWE. Trish went back to performing, still selling out arenas and climbing the pop charts. Her newest song, "Spending Time With You"—a song she wrote about Dave during their tumultuous courtship— climbed up the charts, making it Trish's ninth number one single.

As years progressed, many asked when they would get married. Dave was open to get married again but Trish liked how things were. After all, she thought, why fuck up such a good thing with marriage? She loved how things were status quo and didn't mind not being married. But if Dave proposed to her, she would say yes in a heartbeat.

As Trish watched Dave playing with the children in front of her, she smiled. Everything was perfect and beautiful. She had her man, her children, and her success. And she didn't want to let go.