I'm on a horribly working computer, so if there are mistakes, I apologize. My laptop is on the fritz, and my mom hasn't bothered taking it in to get looked at or anything. Sorry.
Eight and a half months after Vegas
"I think you should name it Carlos."
That was what Alan suggested for a baby name after we had found out that I was expecting a baby boy. We had been tossing various names around, but none of them seemed to be any good. We ran some names by my parents, who finally accepted Phil and I as a couple, and they didn't have any ideas. It was when we were invited to a get to together and Doug's house when Alan caught wind of my baby boy, when he suggested Carlos.
"No," Phil said, shooting him down. "I'm not naming my child that. How weird would that be if he goes to school, not Mexican, with a name for a Mexican? That is just not right."
Alan folded his arms across his chest and huffed. "Well, I think the name is amazing."
I rolled my eyes and took another bite of some of the grasshopper pie that Tracy had made. "Well, I don't really like it much. Sorry Al. How about Mark?"
Tracy shook her head. "Nah, that doesn't sound like a good name to me. What if we named him something completely original. Like, Kyler?"
I smiled. "Not terrible, but it doesn't seem to be a good name to me." I got up from my seat and began to walk towards the door when all of the sudden the baby kicked me, HARD. "OUCH!" I said, holding my stomach.
Phil got up from his chair, putting a protective arm around me. "Are you alright? What's wrong?"
I tried to gather up my strength to say something, but then the baby kicked me again, making it impossible. "Fuck! The baby is really kicking hard this time."
Alan leaned back in his chair a bit. "He's probably mad that your not naming him Carlos."
Phil shot Alan a glare and turned back to me. "Are you alright? Do you want me to help you inside or something?"
I nodded, but before we got inside the house, I felt something. It wasn't the baby kicking either. My eyes widened, and I gasped, not really knowing what to do now. "Phil," I said, holding my now paining stomach. "My water just broke."
Phil's eyes widened to the size of saucers and he turned to look at everyone else. "Her water just broke!" he yelled, trying to get them to help me to our car. Oh shit, the pain was excruciating! We finally got me loaded into Alan's van, (the only car with enough of room for me to lie down.), and we headed towards the hospital. Phil drove while Stu, Doug, and Lauren, Stu's girlfriend, helped me keep calm. It sure as hell was not helping.
I grabbed Stu's hand and squeezed it, making him squeal like a girl. "Jeez, Rachel! Not so hard!" He released his hand from my death grip, and looked at my face. I felt sweat running down my temples, and the pain just got even worse. Oh man, I thought Hailey was a pain giving birth too, but this was just worse.
Doug was holding my other hand, and I noticed it turning a deep shade of purple. I didn't want to, but I released it, and noticed Doug release a breath. "God, your stronger than you look Rachel!" He began to shake his hand in the air, and I tried to make myself laugh, but couldn't do it.
I felt the car come to a halt, and I sighed. "Finally!" I yelled, trying to get myself up. I looked out the window from my position, and frowned. "Wait, this isn't the hospital. Why the hell are we not at the hospital!"
Lauren groaned. "Damn Los Angeles traffic! We're stuck in road construction." she squeezed my hand, trying to assure me that everything was going to be alright. I knew it wasn't. I've been through L.A. construction traffic before, and it wasn't pretty at all. I fucking hate this.
"Oh fuck!" I heard Stu say, and I noticed his shocked expression.
"Stu, are you okay?" I asked, him, not knowing if his expression was a good or bad thing. "What's wrong, are you sick?"
Stu shook his head. "No, I think your going to have to give birth to the baby right here in this van."
My eyes widened. "WHAT!" I tried to get up and look, but Lauren put me back down. She began to stroke my hair, and looked at Stu, hoping he would say some calming words.
"There is no way we can get you to the hospital in time," Stu said, looking around the van. "This baby is not going to wait like a good child. He wants out right now, and there is no stopping him." He dug under one of the seats, and lifted up a towel. "All we can hope is that Alan has everything we need in this car."
As Stu, Doug and Lauren looked for some tools, I noticed Phil turn around to look at me. He looked scared and worried. "Rach, just breathe alright? This traffic is bound to clear up in time to get you to the hospital safely."
I groaned, and felt another contraction. "MOTHERFUCKER!" I screamed, trying my best to keep calm. I began to breath faster, and I noticed that Stu had found some warm water. He poured it over the towel, and smiled.
"Okay, I have a hot towel, all we need is…." he continued to search again, and I screamed again as I felt another contraction. Phil cringed a bit, and the car moved forward an inch before stopping again.
"Okay!" Lauren smiled, and I noticed that Stu and her had found everything they needed for them to help me give birth. I didn't bother asking why Alan had all of these things in his car, because it was probably best not to ask.
"Rachel, all I can say right now is thank you for wearing a skirt," Doug laughed, and I screamed again. His laugh ceased and I began to breath funny again. Oh shit, this better get over with, I don't think I can do this right now….
Stu spread my legs apart and took a deep breath. "Okay, your going to have to push if you want this baby out. I know it hurts right now Rae, but you have to do it."
Phil looked back for a bit. "You know how to deliver a baby Stu?"
Stu nodded. "I learned a thing or too about delivery of a child when Melissa had a pregnancy scare back when we were dating. The information is still pretty fresh in my mind, so I know what I'm doing."
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, trying to focus on each breath I took. After about hours passed, I finally heard the noise that I had been waiting for. A small cry coming from my son.
"Congrats Phil and Rach." Stu said, holding a red baby in his arms. I smiled, and my heart began to slow down from it's rapid heartbeat. The wonderful joy in Stu's arms was mine, and I got the chance to share it with Phil.
We got to the hospital about two minutes after I popped the baby out, and I was rushed to a room where the doctor's could make sure the baby was fine, and that I was okay. I didn't care if I was alright, I just wanted my child to be okay. After about hours of waiting, the doctor finally came in with a pink figure in his arms.
"Mr. Wenneck, Ms. Billlings?" he said, making Phil look up from his magazine. "I present you with your newborn son." he walked over to me and placed him in my arms, and I felt hot tears coming out. This little guy in my arms was all mine, and I had never seen anything so beautiful since Hailey had been born. This was a miracle right in my arms. Phil wrapped an arm around my shoulders as he looked down at his new son.
I looked up at Phil, who had tears brimming in his eyes. "Do you want to hold him?" I asked, holding the baby up for Phil. He was a little hesitant, but picked him up from my arms anyways.
"He's so tiny," Phil said, touching our son's face lightly with his index finger, the baby smiled a bit, and Phil smiled too. "I don't want to break him. I feel like I'm holding something so priceless."
"You are." I said, smiling at the sight of my son and his father.
After a while, the doctor's took my son away again, running some more tests on him. I leaned back in my bed, and noticed some new people come into my room. It was Tracy, Alan, and my parents, along with Hailey. Hailey ran towards me and almost jumped on me, but Phil held her back so I wouldn't get hurt.
"Where's my brother?" Hailey asked, a little scared. "Is he okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah, he just had to get some tests done, just to make sure he's healthy."
The doctor came back in, holding a manilla folder and a pen. "Um, Ms. Billings?" he said, looking up from the folder. "There isn't a name on the birth certificate. Do you have a name in mind?"
I looked over at Phil, and I smiled. "Yes I do." I said, and I looked over at Stu, who was currently helping Hailey with holding my son. "His full name is Stuart Phillip Wenneck."
The doctor nodded and wrote it down in his folder. He left the room and Stu walked towards me.
"How are you?" he asked, taking a seat in one of the empty chairs near the bed. "Feeling a little better now that he's out of you?"
I nodded. "I feel loads better. Thanks for helping in the van with the delivery. If you weren't in the van when we needed you, I don't know what would have happened."
Stu smiled. "It's the least I could have done. Your practically my best friend Rach. I wouldn't have done anything less." he kissed my forehead, and then looked over at Hailey and Phil, who were trying to make the baby laugh. "So, did you finally decide on a name?"
I noticed Alan's face light up. "Yeah, did you name it Carlos?"
I laughed, and shook my head no. "No, I named it after you, Stu. I'm returning the favor." I leaned forward a bit, and carefully gave Stu a hug. Alan's face dropped a bit, and I looked over at him. "Hey, if I ever have another boy, I'll be sure to name it Carlos, alright?"
Alan smiled, and Phil looked at me funny. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I am not naming any of my kids Carlos."
I'll end it there. I wanted to get this in because I had this idea in my head, and wanted to write it down before I forgot about it. Hope you enjoyed, and PLEASE review!
Thanks for the Memories sequel will possibly be up sometime this week, but I start school again on Thursday, so don't get your hopes up.