|Pride and Joy
Author: Jude Quincy PM
Kris went to Europe with Kerry. Almost a year later, she returns to find everything different. Well, almost everything.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 6 - Words: 10,263 - Reviews: 102 - Favs: 24 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 01-11-07 - Published: 04-09-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2884046
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A/N – This is it, y'all. Final chapter. ( I know. I can't believe it's been like, forever since I've updated. I missed Wildfire and the new season has inspired me to finish this finally.
Let me know what you think.
Chapter Six – Pride & Joy
Junior was trying to appear as calm as possible—it was what Kris needed. But inside, he was far from serenity. The only thing running through his mind at the moment was, 'Oh, my God! Kris is having her baby... in my car!' But he held her hand, squeezing it reassuringly each time her breathing quickened and she screamed in utter agony. "What can I do? What should I do?" he asked frantically.
"Get...in...the...back..." she muttered between clenched teeth. Releasing her hand for a moment, he hurried out his door and slipped in the door behind his, kneeling at her feet.
He reached out, taking her hand in his again. "I... I don't know what I'm doing," he admitted quickly.
"It's okay," she began, smiling at him warmly. She took a few deep breaths as another contraction took hold of her body. She groaned, deep and throaty, her fingernails digging into Junior's hand.
Junior cringed in pain, checking his cell phone again with his free hand. Still no signal. He swore under his breath and took a few slow, deep breaths with Kris, hoping her calming exercises worked for him too. "What's next?"
"I... I need you to help me slide my pants off," she said, locking eyes with him. Junior's normally bright eyes clouded over with worry and panic. Refusing to take her gaze off him, she watched him swallow hard and nod slowly.
Kris shifted her weight so he could slide the stretchy black fabric over her hips and down her legs. Before he could even pull the pants off her feet, another contraction shook her small frame and he rested his free hand on her bare leg, bracing himself against her tight grip and gut-wrenching screams. Moments later, she took a few forced breaths and muttered quick, "I'm sorry."
Junior frowned, "For what?"
"For... for...dragging you... into this..." She groaned softly, practicing a few different Lamaze breathing techniques.
"Kris," he started, looking at her carefully. "I've already told you... If I didn't want to be here... with you, taking care of you... and your baby... I wouldn't be. But I do. I want to be here. So just... just stop worrying about me, and start concentrating on your breathing... In, in, out... in, in, out..." She followed his command silently, trying to regulate her breathing and prepare for the next contraction.
Matt drove down the only road the hospital, hoping Kris and Junior had made it there okay. Squinting, he saw a car down the road stopped, and a tree blocking the path. His heart stopped as he got closer to the other vehicle and slowed his car to a crawl. It was Kris and Junior.
Throwing his truck into park, he jumped out and hurried over to his friends. "Kris! Junior!" His words echoed into the woods and he rushed over to the car, his mind racing.
Junior looked up at him, a distant look in his eyes. "Matt?"
"What... what's..." Kris couldn't finish her sentence before the next contraction came, and her words turned into screams.
Junior flinched as she tightened her grip on his hand, and he smiled up at his friend. "What are you doing here?"
"I... I was on my way to the hospital to see you guys... I was worried about you guys, and I... Why aren't you at the hospital?!"
Junior used his free hand to motion at the blocked road. "Tree's down."
"Junior... he... he... said... we... we could..." Kris mumbled, trying to control her breathing again after the last contraction had passed.
"Kris, breathe... In, in, out... in, in, out..." Junior said, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. Before he could explain Kris' rambling, a soft siren sounded in the distance and Junior perked up. "Is that an ambulance? Is it coming this way? Why's it coming this way?"
Matt shrugged a bit. "When the phone was breaking up, I got worried and called an ambulance for you guys..."
Junior's eyes widened and he grabbed his friend's arm with his free hand. "Are you kidding?! That's amazing. I owe you one, buddy." He looked down at Kris, smiling brightly. "We're gonna get you that hospital after all..."
Matt sat in the uncomfortable metal chair, watching Junior pace back and forth, wringing his hands with each step. They had gotten Kris to the hospital almost an hour ago, but there was still no news.
"I don't get this!" Junior fumed, turning to stare at Matt. "When she was in my car, she was like, ready to have this baby! What the hell changed?!"
"Junior," Matt started, his voice low. "Calm down. Now."
Junior took a few deep breaths, running his hand through his hair. "Matt, she has to be okay. She has to be..." He collapsed into the chair next to his friend, burying his face in his hands.
Matt reached out and rested a hand on the other man's back. "Junior, she's gonna be fine. You know Kris... She's strong and she's going to be okay..."
"Ken Davis Junior?" an unfamiliar voice asked. Junior looked up and saw a doctor looking at him
"I'm Junior," he said slowly, standing and walking over to him, throwing a look over his shoulder at Matt, who merely smiled at his friend.
"Kris Furillo is asking for you," the doctor said simply, leading him down a hallway.
"Is she okay? Is the baby okay? Is everything okay?" he asked, bombarding the doctor with questions.
The doctor smiled, stopping in front of a door. "She's in here."
"Thank you," he muttered, walking through the open doorway. He gasped when he saw the sight in front of him. Kris was sitting up in bed, a tiny baby in her arms. The baby was completely still as Kris held it, smiling down at the new life in her arms. "Hey," he finally choked out.
She looked up and smiled warmly at him. "Hey..." Her voice was low and throaty when she greeted him. "Come over here... Meet my new baby boy..."
At her words, he took a few steps and stopped at the bedside, not sure what to say. "I... you... He looks beautiful..."
"Baby Furillo, meet Junior..." she said, and the baby looked up at Junior. Junior's voice caught in his throat and he held out a hand, stroking the baby's soft skin. Before Junior could say anything, the baby boy reached out a small hand and wrapped his tiny fingers around Junior's index finger, cooing softly.
"Oh, God," Junior muttered under his breath, blinking back tears.
"Junior," Kris said softly. He looked at her, his expression unreadable. "I... I need to ask you something..."
"I... I wanted to know if... if maybe you... if you'd want to be the father?" Kris looked down at her lap. "I know you're not... the biological father, but... there's no one else I'd rather raise this baby with than you..."
A silence settled in the room before Junior exhaled slowly. "Kris?" She looked up at him, locking eyes with him. "I want to. I want to raise this baby with you, and be there for every step of the way... I want to learn how to be a parent, and I want to watch him grow... I can't imagine it any other way."
"Oh, Junior," she muttered, smiling gently and using her free hand to brush tears from her eyes.
He wrapped his other arm around her, hugging her tightly. "I love you, Kris..."
"I love you too, Junior."
The baby started crying quietly and Junior knelt down next to the bed, kissing the baby's forehead softly. "I love you too, little baby..." He looked at Kris. "Can I hold him?"
"Of course," she said, readjusting the baby's weight and handing him over.
Junior wrapped his arms around the baby's delicate form, holding him gently. "My God," he whispered. "He's so small... and beautiful... and perfect... Have you thought of a name?"
Kris shook her head. "I was thinking maybe Ken Davis III?"
Junior frowned at her. "No. This baby needs his own name..." He stroked the baby's small face, thinking. "He has to have a name... He's our pride and joy..."
Kris smiled. "That's it..."
Junior looked over at her, confused. "What's it?"
"Pride and Joy... PJ." Kris bit her bottom lip, watching Junior's reaction.
He nodded slowly. "Hmm, not too bad... PJ Furrilo..."
"PJ Davis," she corrected him.
Junior smiled and knelt down next to the bed. "PJ Davis... What do you think of that name, little guy?" The baby cooed softly and smiled up at them.
"I think he likes it," Kris said, wiping a stray tear from her eye.
"I do too," Junior agreed. He leaned over and kissed her temple softly.
It's perfect," Kris muttered, relaxing against him.
He smiled warmly at her, before turning his smile to the baby in his arms. "It really is."
A/N - okay, I'm done. What did we think? I've either got a cute epilogue planned or a whole new sequel. I can't do both. Anyone got any thoughts on which I should do?
Thanks again to everyone who read this story and put it on their favorites. You guys are the best! It means the world.