I gripped the side of my stomach as a sharp pain burst through it. I could hear people running around me but I refused to open my eyes. I felt warm arms wrap around my shoulders. I eased my eyes open slowly.

"Peter!" I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck; being very careful not to hurt his wounded shoulder.

I looked around the store and saw Hook kneeling on the ground with a police officer holding a gun to the back of his head. Hooks gun was lying on the floor beside what looked like a gun shot in the tiles.

I looked into Peter's eyes, "Its time."

A look of shock passed over his face. "Really?"

I nodded my head.

Peter stood and pulled me with him. He supported most of my weight as we started walking to the door. Two paramedics run up to us and started asking us questions.

Once I mentioned that I was going into labor they whisked me off to the ambulance. The paramedics refused to allow Peter to go in the same ambulance as me seeing as he needed to have his shoulder worked on. I quiet protesting when another sharp pain shot through my stomach.

I was finally settled into my own privet room with my mother and father at my side. Peter was getting stitches in another part of the hospital. My contractions were getting closer and closer and they hurt like a bitch. The doctor came in just as I was squeezing the life out of my mother's hand.

"How are you doing, Sarah?" Dr. Sohma asked.

"Peachy." I said breathlessly.

"Ok, well I'm just going to check to see if you're dilated."

I nodded.

"You should be able to start pushing soon." She smiled at me.

I shook my head. "No. I need Peter."

"Well, I will send a nurse to go check on him."

"Thank you." I said as the doctor walked out.

My mom squealed slightly when I suddenly squeezed her hand in pain.

"Thank you so much for being here, Mom." I said when the pain had subsided.

"There is nothing in this world that could keep me from being by your side."

"I wish Peter was here."

"He will be here, sweetie." She rubbed soothing circles into the back of my hand.

"I can't do this without him."

"It'll be ok darling. Just don't worry."

I squeezed my eyes shut when I was overcome with pain. About ten minutes later the doctor returned.

"Alright Sarah, I think it's time." Dr. Sohma said.

"Where's Peter?" I asked when my contraction ended.

"It's going to be just a little while longer before he can come up here."

"I need him."

"A nurse will bring him up as soon as possible but for now I'm going to need your father to step into the waiting room."

My dad walked out and Dr. Sohma sat in between my legs.

"Are you ready, Sarah?"

"No! I need Peter!"

"I know but we will just have to start without him."

"We will not! I am not going to give birth to this child without him!" I squeezed my mother's hand.

"Sarah, we need to start now."

"No!" I screamed breathlessly.

My mom rubbed my shoulder. "Honey, he will be here later."

"Then we will start later!"

"This isn't something you can put off, Sarah." Dr. Sohma said.

"Watch me!" I laid my legs down and crossed my arms.

"I guess I will go see what I can do." Dr. Sohma said angrily.

Just as she opened the door Peter came running in with a big smile on his face. His hospital gown was flapping open in the back and his eyes looked glazy from pain killers.

"Peter Pan, get back here!" I heard a women yell after him. She came running in pushing a wheel chair.

"You weren't pushing fast enough." He yelled back.

"You shouldn't be running around right now!" She huffed.

"Well now, I couldn't miss the birth of my child now could I?"

"Whatever." She pushed the chair in beside him and he took a seat.

Peter held my hand tightly and kissed my forehead.

I smiled, "Thank god you're here."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

My mother left and Dr. Sohma settled back in between my legs and told me to push. After about five minutes the baby was out.

"Here is your beautiful baby girl." Dr. Sohma said as she handed me a little bundle wrapped in pink.

I looked down at the most gorgeous little girl. She had bright blue eyes, round cheeks, and the cutest little nose. But no matter how adorable she was I couldn't peel my eyes from her hair. It was black.

I looked up into Peter's eyes, which had lost all traces of pain killers, and I know he understood.

He squeezed my hand and said, "She is our daughter, no one else's."

I smiled at him.

He laid his hand on our babies' soft black hair. "What do you want to name her?"

I realized then that we had never officially settled on a name. "How about Cassie?"

"I think that's perfect." I smiled and kissed her little head.

"Cassie Wendy Pan." I said while looking down at her.

The door burst open and six little boys came running in. My parents fowled but at a much slower pace. Shock passed over their faces as they took in the color of her hair.

My mom gave me a hug and my father kissed my fore head. When he stood up I smiled ear to ear.

"Peter." I said.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Look." I pointed at my father.

Peter's smile immediately matched mine. "There is still a chance." He said as he took in my father's curly black hair.

I kissed my beautiful daughters forehead then looked into my wonderful boyfriend's eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too." He said before kissing me.

I want to say thanks to anyone who suggested a baby name but also I'm sorry I didn't use them. I just really wanted to name the baby after my favorite dog that just died a couple days ago.