A/N: Here it is, the big day! I've been itching to write this chapter for a while.


Sam was sleeping peacefully when, all of a sudden, she felt a sharp, stabbing pain coming from her hips.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Danny asked as her movements woke him.

"The baby's coming." She said, sweating profusely.

With that, Danny bolted out of bed. Changing into literally the first shirt and pants he could find, he slipped into a pair of sneakers and grabbed Sam's overnight bag. He picked her up bridal style and flew her out to the car. She experienced a few more contractions as Danny helped her into the backseat. He put her duffel bag into the trunk and drove off. Grabbing his cell phone, he dialed.

"Amity Park General Hospital, how may I help you?"

"Yes, this is Danny Fenton. I'm just calling ahead to request a room in the maternity ward. Do you have anything?"

"Fenton…Fenton…" Danny heard the young man mutter over the phone as Sam screamed in the background. "Ah, yes, you're in room 226."

"Thanks a lot. We'll be there in a few minutes. Bye." Danny said, clicking the "off" button. "Don't worry, Sam, we'll be there shortly, just hang on."

"I'll try."

When they got there, Danny helped her out of the car, into the lobby, and into a wheelchair as another contraction came over her. An orderly helped them find the room they were staying in. It was there they were greeted by a kindly, middle aged doctor.

"Good evening, I'm Dr. Bell, but you can call me John. You must be the Fentons."

"Yes, I'm Danny and this is my wife, Sam."

The doctors waited as Danny and Sam went into the bathroom so he could help her change into her hospital gown.

"Ready?" Dr. Bell asked as Danny helped Sam walk to the bed.

"Ready." Sam replied as she laid down.

"Would you like some painkillers?"

"Yes, I would."

They had been in the hospital room a few hours, and Danny was starting to feel a little hungry.

"Hey, Doc, I'm going to get a sandwich, but if you guys could page me when her contractions are a few minutes apart, that would be great."

Danny was about 2/3 of the way to the cafeteria when he heard a voice over the intercom saying "Mr. Fenton to the Delivery Room, Mr. Fenton to the Delivery Room." He raced down hallway after endless hallway, found the elevators to be agonizingly slow, and almost got himself lost, but he found the room in time.

"How far apart are they, John?"

"Two minutes."

"Danny?" Sam asked weakly.

"I'm here, baby." Danny said as rushed to her side and grabbed her hand. Sam let out a huge scream. "Just breathe, Sam. That's it." He said as Sam crushed his hand in a vice-like grip.

"Come on, Mrs, Fenton, you can do it."

Danny watched as sweat beaded on Sam's forehead, the EKG machine going off the charts. Her face contorted in pain, Danny cheered her on.

"If I come out of this alive, you are going to pay, Fenton." Sam said, snarling.

"Just once more, Mrs. Fenton." Dr. Bell stated.

With an almighty scream, Sam gave one last push.

"Danny, I'm sorry about what I said."

"I forgive you, Sam."

On January, 18th, at 3:18 AM, Daniel James Fenton, Jr. was brought into the world, a healthy 7 pounds, eleven ounces.