December 27, 1977.
The December rain was coming down like a hurricane outside; hitting the windowpane harder than she had ever heard it in her life.
She couldn't stop screaming at the top of her lungs. Sobbing. "Try one more push, one more..." She didn't want to listen to the doctor for another minute. She didn't want to push again. She wanted this to be finished. She had been here for two and a half hours - the only thing she wanted was for this to be finished.
But suddenly, the thunder and lightning crashed together, and the scream of a baby joined the girl's.
"Here it is!" The doctor held the baby up high, and he smiled. "It's a girl!"
The young girl continued to sob, maybe even louder than her new child. Her normally-gorgeous eyes were puffy and red, making her look older than the 16 year old she was. An endless amount of mascara streamed down her face. She couldn't move any longer. She was tired.
The baby's father, on the other hand, had never felt so alive. Staring out at the rain and sitting in the chair by the window, he never wanted to let her go. For the first time in his 17 years, he didn't feel stupid or useless or like a clown. He felt complete. He felt loved and needed, as he held his beautiful baby girl in his arms tightly as he could. He looked down at her, and he could've sworn he saw her smile at him. She was so tiny. He couldn't wait to show her off to Eric and Hyde. This was his pride and joy.
Eventually, his young wife woke up from the much needed sleep she had fallen into, and the teens held the baby together. "Abby Marcia Kelso." the girl said, repeating her daughter's name for what already seemed like the 100th time. Her husband had insisted on her middle name being Marcia, after one of his favorite girls on TV. She giggled to herself. "It's crazy, isn't it?" she asked. "Yeah. But it's a good kind of crazy, you know? The greatest kind of crazy that there is," he replied, grinning from ear to ear. The girl grinned back at him. "I'm so happy this was us, Michael." She kissed him so softly on the lips, and then kissed Abby's forehead.
"I love you, Jackie. I love...all of this." He kissed her back. Sure, they were young. But they would make this work. He knew they would do it. They had all the love in the world.
The thunder and lightning crashed once more and they drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the new, happy life that laid ahead of them.