Chapter 2: Welcome to Fatherhood

A/N: All right. I have decided to continue this story. It will show more of Emmett's life with Bay and Dylan, but it won't always be in chronological order. For example, this is going to be Emmett finding out Bay is in labor and remembering Bay telling him about her pregnancy as well as other stuff. I'll continue it as long as I can. Big thanks to amykiseranders for her reviews and the idea for this chapter.

Emmett had been at a shoot, a rather boring shoot, when he felt it. He just knew that something was happening, and that it was happening with Bay. He couldn't help it. They were on a wire to each other. He guessed that's how you knew you belong with someone, when you feel what they feel without needing to be told, and maybe some people wouldn't believe him, but he didn't care. If he lost Bay, he didn't think he'd be able to survive. Oh, sure, he'd live, but he'd be a meaningless shell; just an empty soul wandering the earth. Without Bay, life wasn't worth a damn, and because of that, Emmett didn't need to be told anything when it came to Bay. He just knew it instinctively, and he knew now that he needed to leave this shoot and go to her.

He checked his phone and there it was, the proof; text messages from Daphne, Toby, Regina and Melody all telling him that his wife was in labor. He hopped on his motorcycle so fast, even though he could practically see Bay yelling at him to slow down, that her son needed his father, but he didn't care. He couldn't miss this. This was about to be the moment he would never forget, the moment when his family became complete. It would be him, Bay, and their son. The Bledsoes.

He smiled thinking about that, about getting to introduce his family to people, getting to say "This is my wife, and this is our son." It just made it more real; him and Bay had made it, him and Bay were a powerhouse, and they were starting their own legacy. How awesome was that? Pretty freakin' awesome in his mind. He was about to be a dad! Okay, so he wouldn't exactly be Ward Cleaver. C'mon. It made him think about the time he and Bay were in bed one night, and Bay trying to coax him into buying a…no, he couldn't even say it. Ugh. A Volvo. He looked at her like she was insane.

"Well, what do you want us to do? Strap the baby seat to the back of your bike?"

"No, but you have a car. Why do I need to have one?"

"Because we can't just have one car."

"And why is that?"

"Because." He smirked.

"Well, Mrs. Bledsoe. When you give me a reason like 'because,' how can I argue?" She threw a small pillow at him.

"Fine. Whatever. Keep the bike."

He put his hands on each side of her adorable face and pulled her into a kiss. When they broke away, he said; "Bay, I love you. I love you more than you'll ever know, but me being a dad doesn't mean I have to stop being me."

It was Bay's turn to smile.

"Of course. I'd never ask for anything different." Ah, right there. Bay just got him.

He made his way into the hospital parking lot, parked, and made his way up to the maternity ward. There he saw the whole Kennish-Vasquez clan, (minus Kathryn who was in the room with Bay he figured until he arrived) plus Melody and Cameron, all waiting for him. Daphne was the first to greet him and hug him.

"So, this is it. You're going to be a dad. How do you feel?" Admittedly, he was quite nervous, but also really excited, but to be honest, he just wanted to see Bay. Moreover, he needed to see her.

"I'm great. Where's Bay?"

He followed Daphne into her room where he saw Kathryn feeding Bay ice chips. She looked amazing. He breathed deeply and went over to her, kissing her on the forehead.

"How are you?"

She looked nervous, but he could tell she was trying to be strong.

"I'm good. Waiting for this little guy to get out. I'm sorry I didn't text you, but it happened so fast. One minute I'm watching television and the next my water broke." He sighed. Classic Bay. She was apologizing for not being the one to text him. Sometimes he wondered if he really knew that she saved him more than he saved her.

"It's okay. I don't care about that. I just want to be here, with you." Then he grabbed her hand.

He suddenly was feeling nostalgic, and thought back to a little over eight months ago when he came home one night and got the life changing news.

He could tell something was up with Bay the minute he stepped in the door. She just felt…off balanced and scared, even though she was trying very hard to pretend like she wasn't.

"Hey," she said walking over to him, kissing him. "I ordered Chinese. Is that okay?"

"Fine with me."

"Good. Good. That's….good."

He looked at her with suspicion.

"Bay, what's going on?" She grabbed his hand and took him to sit down with her on the couch. This was suddenly making him feel quite uncomfortable.

"I…um….I need to tell you something…"

"Okay?"

"I just want you to know, I didn't plan this. It just…happened. I mean…not that it just happened. I mean, I wasn't expecting it to happen."

He was going to be sick. He remembered a very similar conversation they had had many years ago where he confessed to sleeping with Simone. God, he wanted to throw up. He guessed he deserved this, but he didn't think it would come this many years later. Payback, right? So, what? She had a fling with someone? Okay, they got over it once; they could get over it again. Unless…unless she wasn't telling him she had a fling, but that she actually fell in love with this guy? That would be unexpected, right? Oh god. Oh god. Was she leaving him? Did she want a divorce? No. No, that he couldn't handle. If she had cheated, yes, it would destroy him temporarily, but he needed her. He couldn't lose her again. He must have been so wrapped up in his thoughts because next thing he knew Bay was snapping her fingers in front of him.

"Emmett?"

He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst.

"I can't."

"You can't what?" He got up.

"I can't know what you're about to say." Bay looked confused.

"Well, you're going to have to."

"No. Please, Bay, please. Just keep it to yourself." Now she stood up to face him.

"Oh, my god." She started to laugh a little. "You think I'm confessing to an affair!?"

"You're not?" She shook her head. "But you were saying it wasn't planned and unexpected."

"I would never cheat on you. You think I'd want to go through that again? You think I'd put you through that?" A tear rolled down her face, then another one. Suddenly he felt like an asshole for accusing her of this. He was an idiot. He came up to her.

"Bay, whatever it is, I can handle it. I mean, as long as it's not that." She looked up at him through her tears.

"I'm pregnant." He wasn't sure she said what he thought she said.

"I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?"

"I'm. Pregnant." He got a smile a mile long. He kissed her, hard. When they broke away Bay asked, "So you're okay with this?" Was she crazy?

"Why wouldn't I be okay with this?"

"Well, I mean, we weren't exactly planning on kids right now. We talked about it, but no definite plans in the immediate future. We're not exactly prepared –"

He cut her off midsentence by kissing her.

"I don't care," he said after their kiss ended. "I don't care if we aren't prepared. This is amazing." He put his hand on her stomach and smiled again. "This is something we made together. This is us in there. Of course I'm okay with it. Bay, I am so okay with this."

"Good. Oh good, because I really want this."

And suddenly he was brought back to reality being in the hospital room with Bay. The next few hours were tough, watching Bay in that much pain. She was pushing as hard as she could, but it killed him to see her hurt that much. Finally, Dylan made his way into the world, but then the unthinkable happened. The nurse came over and placed the newborn in Emmett's arms, and just as Emmett was bringing him down to face Bay, their world started to crumble. Bay became unresponsive and though he couldn't hear the monitors, he could clearly see that her vitals were failing, and the urgency became apparent.

Doctors rushed in and someone took Dylan from Emmett and ushered him out of the room, but Emmett wasn't leaving Bay. He didn't give a fuck if they didn't understand him as he signed wildly; "What is going on with my wife?" But nobody would tell him and he eventually was pushed out into the hallway with the rest of the family.

This wasn't happening. This just wasn't happening, he thought as he paced around the hallway. How could life be so cruel? Why was he getting a son and getting his wife taken away from him? Didn't whoever was up there realize what she meant to him? Didn't they realize that he would crumble if he was told she was gone? He felt numb.

Daphne came up beside him as tears strolled down his face.

"Daphne…what is going on?"

"I don't know, Emmett. I wish I did. I guess her pressure must have dropped. You know, sometimes that can happen after labor."

"What if…what if something happens to her? Daphne? What if something happens to Bay?" Daphne brought Emmett away from the doorway to sit down on a chair.

"You can't think like that. You need to think positive. Think good thoughts."

And so he did. He thought about a few months into Bay's pregnancy when they were talking about what the sex would be. Emmett wanted a girl, while Bay hoped it would be a boy.

"You want a son?" He asked incredulously.

"Why not? I think I get along much better with guys," she said winking. Ha. Funny one, she was. "

"Well, I want a daughter." Bay laughed out loud.

"You would be so overprotective if we had a girl. You would never let her date."

"Damn straight."

Emmett smiled thinking about that. He looked at the clock. It had been twenty minutes. What the hell was going on? He tried to take Daphne's advice though and keep up the positive thoughts.

He thought about Bay's sonogram telling them that Dylan was going to be a boy. Bay beamed, and Emmett did as well. Yes, he had wanted a daughter, but a son was pretty awesome as well. The second after the sonogram was done, Bay ran to Barnes and Noble to pick up a baby name book.

"What about Elijah?" Was she serious?

"No."

"Why not?"

"Elijah Bledsoe? What is wrong with you? Why do you hate our child?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"I think it sounds cool."

"I think it sounds like our kid is going to get his ass kicked." Bay pouted. "No," Emmett said shaking his head. "You may think you can pout your cute adorable lips, and I'll say yes, but no way. Not on this." She sighed.

"Fine. What about Ty?" Emmett glared at her.

"As in your ex-boyfriend?" Bay just smiled. The little vixen; she was getting enjoyment out of this, wasn't she?

"I can't believe you're still jealous about that. It was like fifteen years ago." Emmett scoffed.

"I'm not jealous." Okay, he was. He hated that Ty had been with Bay. Well, not been in the biblical sense, but had a relationship with her. He hung her paintings on his army tank for Pete's sake! How could he not be threatened by that? Yes, it was forever ago, but the thought of anyone else with Bay made him insane. Truthfully, maybe it was because he just felt so inadequate and unworthy, especially after the cheating. For a few years after a part of him was waiting for Ty to come back and swoop in with declarations of love and logic like "But he cheated on you! I'd never do that." And then he'd have no leg to stand on.

"Okay, whatever you say. How about Dylan?"

"Another ex of yours?" She punched him lightly in the arm.

"No, doofus. As in like Dylan Thomas." Emmett stared blankly at her. "The poet? 'Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night'? Seriously, Emmett?"

"What? I've never heard of him." Bay shook her head. "But I like the name Dylan."

Bay smiled.

"Okay, then. Dylan it is."

He looked back up at the clock. It had been forty-five minutes. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He tried to think about a life without Bay, and it just wasn't possible. He couldn't do this alone. He couldn't raise their son alone, without Bay. He couldn't physically do it, and he couldn't do it emotionally either, look at this child they created together that Bay had carried and be reminded of her day in and day out and not have her by his side. He said a silent prayer to God to let him have Bay. He didn't care if they ended up poor; he just needed Bay.

Finally, a doctor emerged and came over to him.

"Mr. Bledsoe?"

Emmett nodded, and Regina came up to him to help interpret even though his lip reading was quite good.

"Bay is going to be just fine. We had a bit of a scare. The labor took a lot out of her, but she's stable now, and I think she wants to see you."

Emmett sighed deeply. Thank God. He walked in to see Dylan in Bay's arms.

"Don't you ever do that to me again. Okay?" Bay nodded. He looked at his son and his wife. All of the sudden he felt a hand tap him on the shoulder, and turned to see John.

"All I can say is, welcome to fatherhood."

Emmett smiled contently to himself and thought, yes, welcome to fatherhood indeed.