Matt POV

I stood next to the counter, watching Rachel do the dishes. She was nine months pregnant and still insisted on doing everything by herself. She was struggling to bend down to put a pan away.

"Here, Rach, let me help you with that," I practically pleaded.

"No Matt, I've got it," she responded.

"Babe, you need to let me help you do something. You're nine months pregnant. Don't stress yourself out," I said, grabbing the pan from her and putting it away.

"Hey, Matt! I was going to do that!" she said.

"Sorry," I said, lying about the whole "sorry" part.

She apparently noticed because she said, "Whatever. I'm perfectly capable of doing things myself, even if I am nine months pregnant."

"I know," I said, trying to make up for what I had just said to her.

She just glared at me, so I figured I would just make this easier for both of us and I kissed her. She kissed back, and then pulled away.

"What?" I asked.

"My water just broke."

The ride to the hospital was pretty hectic. Rachel was groaning in pain while I drove.

"We're almost there, Hun," I told her.

"Just drive!" she said. I guess her angry labor hormones were really starting to get her.

"I'm trying, but I can't help the fact that we're stuck in traffic," I said, honking the horn as if that would somehow help.

"Ugh! This is ridiculous," she said, "I could have the baby any minute now, and we're stuck behind this stupid accident! Maybe if people would drive better, this wouldn't happen in the first place!" She was rambling on and on, keeping herself focused on other stuff rather than the pain.

It worked, but then she hunched over in the passenger's seat and sighed.

"What?" I asked, frantic that she would have to start pushing now.

"Contraction," she whispered painfully.

Okay, I had had enough of this.

"What are you doing?" Rachel screamed?

"Going to the hospital," I replied casually.

"What?" she asked.

I just laughed and swerved the car off the road. I had to cut through some grassland and other stuff, but eventually we ended up at the hospital.

"Spy training does come in handy sometimes, Babe," I said to my wife's face of horror.

She just rolled her eyes and got out of the car.

We were in the room, waiting for the doctor to tell Rachel that she was allowed to start pushing. I could tell by the look on her face that she was worried.

"Rach, it'll be fine. Don't worry," I said, taking her hand.

She squeezed it and said, "Was I really being that obvious? Does labor really make me that predictable?" she asked.

"No," I laughed, "I'm your husband. I can tell when you're really worried."

"Oh," she said, and then rested her head on her pillow.

"Good news," the doctor said, "she's ready to start pushing."

I took a deep breath, and noticed that Rachel did too, and then prepared myself for what I was about to witness.

"Come on, Rach. One more. You're doing great," I said a half an hour later.

"Good news," the doctor said, "It's a girl. Congratulations!"

She placed the crying baby in Rachel's arms. My daughter. I had a daughter.

I looked at my wife and saw the biggest smile on her face.

"We did it, Matt," she said.

"Yeah," I said, in too much awe to say anything else.

"So, do you two have any ideas on a name?" The doctor asked, ruining the moment.

I looked at Rachel, and she nodded.

"Cameron Ann Morgan," I said.

"Alright, I'll get the birth certificate made, and my assistant will escort you to the room you will be in for the next two nights," the doctor said. "That's where you'll be allowed to have visitors."

"Okay, thank you," I said, and pulled up a chair next to Rachel's bed.

"Do you want to hold her?" she asked as soon as I sat down.

"Yeah," I said. Rachel handed me the little bundle of pink blankets, and I stared at the little baby it contained.

"Hi Cameron," I said. "Little Cammie."

After we had been escorted to our new room, we had plenty of visitors. Abby was the first to show up, and the last to leave. Mine and Rachel's parents came, and so did a lot of other relatives.

When everyone had left, I looked up and saw Rachel smiling tiredly at me.

"You can go to sleep," I said. "I'll wake you up if she gets hungry."

"Okay," she said, and fell asleep twenty seconds after that.

I looked down at the little bundle in my arms, who was awake now, and said, "I love you."

Her mouth formed a little "O" shape and I hoped that was her way of saying it back.