So, this is part one of a new series of oneshots. Enjoy! Oh, and Mal and Natara are married in this story, because the stupid writers are going with Natara/Oscar, and it sickens me.

Disclaimer: I only own the baby in this story.

Natara Fallon stood sideways in front of a full length mirror, glaring hatefully at her reflection. Or rather, her huge stomach of a reflection.

"What did the mirror do to you?" Mal reached for his jacket and she turned her glare to him.

"Nothing, Mal. Absolutely nothing. You, however, made me the size of Jupiter and refuse to get my snack!" she seethed.

"I have every reason not to prepare it. You asked for pickles dipped in honey."

"Mal Fallon, you know very well that I am eight months pregnant and that I can't control what my cravings demand!"

He held his hands up in defeat. "But you don't need to wake me up at four in the morning to beg for pickles and honey mixed together!"

"It's your own fault for not fixing pancakes for dinner last night."

Mal rolled his cerulean eyes. "Fine. After work, I'll buy some pickles and honey for you to have with the pancakes."

"But by then, I'll have another craving that you just won't satisfy!"

He smirked. "Trust me, I'm capable of satisfying cravings."

Natara grabbed a pillow and chucked it at him. He dodged quickly and it hit the wall near his head. "Just go to work," Natara grumbled, lying back down in bed.

"See ya." Mal kissed her, and she glared at him. "What? I'm just being nice."

"You can be nice once I stop literally crying over spilled milk and when my cravings for disgusting things are over."

He stuck his tongue out at her before he holstered his gun. "Call me if-"

"I know, I know. Call you if the baby pops out. Got it. Now get out of here before I throw something heavier than a pillow."

"Have fun without me." Mal grinned in amusement and left the apartment, closing the door behind him. As soon as he left, Natara awkwardly sat up and rubbed her abdomen before shuffling into the kitchen to find something for breakfast.

The baby gave her a couple of strong kicks, and she groaned. "You're acting like your father in there. You'll get out soon, just settle down." I hope, she thought. One more month to go.

She grabbed a banana and peeled it before she poured herself a cup of coffee. Sitting down, she rested one hand on her stomach as she ate. The unborn baby inside her womb settled down, to her relief.

"All that for a little bit of food? You really are behaving like Mal. God help me if you're a boy." Mal had begged to find out the gender of their child, but Natara had stubbornly talked him into waiting until the birth to find out. The entire ride home after her appointment had been spent with them debating about the gender. Natara insisted that she was carrying a girl, while Mal insisted that it was a boy.

For the next couple of hours she sat down on the couch and watched television. It was around noon when she felt a sudden cramp tear through her abdomen.

Her heart racing, she sat up straighter. Another searing pain shot throughout her, and she grabbed for her phone, her hand shaking. Frantically dialing Mal's number, Natara rested her hand on her stomach.

"You know, you could have waited a little longer," she whispered. "I'm not that desperate to get you out of me." She let out a groan of frustration when she reached her husband's voicemail. "Mal, get home. Now." She tried to call him again, with no avail.

Finally Mal was able to reach into his pocket and grab his cell phone. Seeing that he had two missed calls, he swore under his breath.

"Obsessing about the wife again?" Ken Greene asked as he shoved their handcuffed suspect into the backseat of their car.

Ignoring him, Mal hurriedly called Natara, sighing in relief when he got an answer. "Nat?"

"Mal, get here now. I think I'm in labor."

It took him a moment to react. "Now?"

"Yes, now! I think I'm having-" she let out a groan. "Contractions…"

"Okay, just stay calm. I'm coming." He jumped into the car. Natara let out a sharp gasp.

"Mal? Get here soon. My water just broke."

"Alright. Just hang on, okay?" Mal hung up and tried to stay calm. "Ken, drive like hell. Natara's in labor."

"Way ahead of ya. I could hear her from over here." Ken slammed on the gas, and they sped toward Mal's apartment.

When they reached their destination, Mal hurried out of the car and started to run. He charged into the apartment complex and found his door, rushing inside. There he found Natara sitting on the couch in agony. "Natara… I'm here."

"Oh, thank God…" she gasped, her eyes closed. Mal helped her up.

"Okay… stay calm. I'll get you to the hospital." He took his jacket off and draped it around her shoulders. He rushed her out to his car and helped her into the front seat.

"H-hurry…" she begged.

"It's okay. Don't panic." Mal jammed the key into the ignition and drove toward the hospital as fast as he possibly could without crashing.

Finally they arrived and he helped her out of the car, hurrying into the emergency room. Natara was quickly whisked back, and he hurried alongside the gurney.

"Alright, Mrs. Fallon, it's going to be a while until you can start pushing. We'll give you some meds to control the pain," a blonde nurse said calmly.

"Alright..." Natara growled. The pain medication brought some relief, but the contractions grew more intense and closer together.

Mal gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing fine." Natara smacked his arm and glared at him venomously. "Oww… what was that for?"

"For getting me pregnant!" Natara scolded. A nurse looked at Mal sympathetically as Natara cried out in pain again.

After what felt like a year to Natara, the nurse announced that it was time to push. She grabbed Mal's hand and gripped tightly. He tried not to wince as her fingernails dug into his skin.

"C'mon… you can do it," he urged.

"Shut up, I'm focusing!" Natara wailed. She gritted her teeth and pushed, holding Mal's hand in an impossibly tight death grip.

"You're doing fine, keep going," the nurse coaxed.

"You see?" Mal asked. She would have glared at him, but her eyes were shut tightly as she pushed with all her might.

"I can see the head!" the nurse cried. "Just one more push!"

Natara let out a pained scream as she pushed one last time, and the tiny infant slipped into the nurse's hands. Soon, the sound a piercing baby shriek filled the air, and the nurse called, "It's a girl!"

She wearily looked at Mal. "Told you so." She gave him a weak smile.

"You're always right." But nonetheless he smiled as the nurse placed their daughter in Natara's arms. "We did good."

"Yeah…" Natara smiled softly at the red-faced infant in her arms. "I think she has your eyes."

Mal looked closer, and sure enough, he could see that the little girl had his blue eyes. But everything else about her was Natara.

"You're right," he said as Natara passed the baby to him. "We did pretty good. And now we can agree on a name."

Natara looked thoughtful as she studied the infant. "I like Olivia."

Mal thought it over. "Olivia Natara… I like it."

Rough ending, I know. But review for another cute little oneshot :D