because i couldn't just leave that little nugget line alone, I've decided to write a completely fluffy and wonderful piece with my favorite new family, the bishops! I told my friend once that "The cullen clan is so yesterday, the Bishop tribe is the wave of the future!" she laughed.
So here is my response.
please review! :)
"Elizabeth Marylin Bishop, pack a bag right now!"
Leaning over the railing of the stairs, Peter hollered up the wood steps to his teenage daughter. After a few minutes of no response he tried again, hollering out her full name this time in an attempt to catch her attention.
"Elizabeth Marylin Amelia Rose Bishop!"
Silently he cursed Olivia for giving Walter the chance to pick the middle name-or names rather-of his first grandchild. Had Peter realized that four, now five, would follow their teenage daughter, he would have just picked one middle name for her. When he received no response for the second time Peter picked up his feet and climbed the stairs, boots clanging as he climbed. He stormed down the hall to the door decorated with photos of a blonde haired girl and a whiteboard. He didn't bother to knock first.
"Lizzie!"
The blonde hair girl looked up at her flustered father, ripping off the head phones that she had in her ears.
"Dad!" she said in that oh so very teenage whine, "I'm doing my homework!"
"Your mother went into labor at work," Peter explained, "We're going to the hospital."
"Do I have to go?" she whined, turning her big green puppy dog eyes onto him. She'd seen it work on him when her mother did it. Peter couldn't believe how sharp she was, she had caught onto that tell instantly.
"No," he refused, darting his eyes to the pink comforter on her bed, "Your mother wants you there. It's you new baby brother."
"Are Jason, Annie and Henry going?" she asked, rolling off her comforter and picking up the bag she had packed days ago.
"The twins are with Ella and Aunt Rachel," Peter said, holding open her door and whipping out his phone, "We're picking Jason up from lacrosse now."
Elizabeth moved past Peter and jogged down the stairs. Peter picked up the phone and placed it to his ear. He was locking the door as Elizabeth was climbing into the front seat of the family SUV when the line stopped ringing.
"Walter?" Peter said, climbing into the car, "Yes, it's Peter. Your son. Yes-yes-y-it's time. Yes she's going into labor. No-no-n-Walter, Astrid is on her way to get you right now. Okay I will see you there. Yes, Elizabeth and Jason will be there. Goodbye Walter. Walter. No Walter I don't know if this will be the l-I'm hanging up now."
He put the phone down on the center console and started backing out of the driveway. Peter put the car into drive and started off toward the high school.
"Dad no," Elizabeth whined, "Please, is grandpa really coming?"
"Yes Lizzie," Peter said, making a left turn out of the gated community.
"But he's so weird, even for an old guy," she whined, "And he smells funny."
Peter laughed at her description of his father. He wanted to tell her that she doesn't know the half of it, but telling their sixteen-year-old daughter her grandfather did-and still does-copious amounts of drugs would probably be bad.
"You're grandfather is brilliant," Peter opted for instead, stopping at the stoplight, waiting for it to turn green, "He's were you got your brains."
"You're smarter than him."
Peter chuckled, "I wish," he said, "I'm just...a little more practical."
Elizabeth crossed her arms and huffed.
"Still," she muttered. Peter shook his head and turned right into the high school parking lot.
"Go get your brother," Peter laughed. Elizabeth glared but unlocked the door and climbed out. She shut the door behind her and jogged off toward the football field. Moments later Jason jogged around the corner, Lizzie running behind him as he jumped in the backseat of the SUV.
"Mom's in labor?" he asked, panting. Elizabeth climbed in the front seat, panting as well, and shut the door.
"Yeah," Peter said, throwing the car in drive and heading out of the school's circular driveway.
"Why did you let her go to work today?" Jason asked. As IF Peter had control over what Olivia did, she was just as stubborn as every single one of their children. He smiled to himself.
"I can't tell your mother anything," he said, "But don't tell her I said that."
Jason smiled and shook his head before looking out the window. Peter whirled around on to the freeway and started speeding toward that hospital when his phone rang. Lizzie picked it up.
"It's mom," she said, handing it over to him. He answered and pressed it to his ear.
"Hi sweetheart," he said in a calm tone. He wasn't sure how far along she was in her contractions, and she got incredibly cranky every time she went into labor. By her curt 'Hello' he could tell she wasn't too far along in them. But she was far enough along to be cranky.
"I've got Lizzie and Jason with me," he said calmly to her. He smiled as he talked to her.
"What do you mean this is the last one?" he teased, "You said that after Lizzie. I think you enjoy that too much to stop. Am I grinning? Of course I am, you're confidence in my performance is amazing-"
"Dad! Stop! Gross!" Lizzie said, making a gagging face. Jason just looked pale in the back seat. Peter laughed,
"Yes their both with me. No, I don't think they think any less of you. I'm almost there. I'm getting of the highway right now, okay? Hang in there baby, I'm coming."
Peter hung up the phone and hung a left at the yellow light, speeding off toward the hospital. Two minutes later and he was pulling into the parking lot. Finding a spot large enough for the SUV he parked, leaping from the vehicle. Lizzie and Jason clamored from the car as he locked it after grabbing both his, Jason's and Lizzie's over night bags and slinging them on their shoulder. It was doubtful they would need them, but he took them in anyway.
They arrived on the second floor just in time to meet Walter with Astrid. Walter propelled himself forward in his wheelchair and Lizzie was just barely able to jump from the way before he would have collided with her.
"Lizzie dear!" he said excitedly, "How very nice to see you!"
"And me pops?" Jason said with his lopsided grin. Walter laughed happily.
"Jason!" he grinned happily and wheeled himself over to his eldest grandson. Jason leaned down and gave him a hug.
"You smell like polymers," he grinned, "And body odor. Have you been out on the field?"
"I just came from lacrosse grand dad," he grinned.
"Excellent!"
Peter threw a glance over his shoulder at Astrid.
"Do you think you could-"
"Go," Astrid said with a smile. Peter nodded and headed over to the nurse, straightening his jacket.
"My wife came in here," he grinned, "9 months pregnant, blonde hair, probably still wearing her spiky heels."
The nurse smiled. "Yes, yes I know her. Room 13A."
"Thank you."
Peter shoved off the counter and headed down the hall, just in time to hear Olivia's next contraction. She was a lot closer than he had originally thought. Creaking open the door, he stepped in. The nurses there were watching her, one cringed under the weight of her death grip. Olivia's blonde hair stuck out in strange ways, some on her forehead some on the blue pillow as she screamed. Her eyes focused on Peter and the narrow glance told him he was in for it.
"You," she screeched, "Peter! Get out!"
"Shh sweetheart," he said, moving over to take her hand from the nurse, "I'm here. I'm sorry I'm late."
"This is all your fault!" she said, tears in her eyes.
"Mrs. Bishop, on the next contraction you need to push," the doctor said from between her legs.
"I am never letting you near me again!" she shrieked, squeezing his hand. He swore he felt few small bones crack under her pressure. He chuckled and brushed some hair back from her forehead.
"Sweetheart you know that's not true," he answered, "You love me."
Olivia glared but then her expression changed when the next contraction hit her. She screamed and blinked, her mouth falling open in a loud gasp.
"Mrs. Bishop it's time to push," the nurse said.
"Okay Hon, it's time," he said, "Just breathe and push."
"You think after four of your children that I know how to do this," she growled at him. She gasped again, pushing her head against the pillow.
"Okay, push," the woman urged.
"Let's go sweetheart," he said, never letting go of her hand. She gasped and screamed, her body tensing up. Suddenly everything went quiet in the room, her screams stopped, replaced with the loud pants of hers and the very soft, faint cries of a baby.
Olivia's expression changed, smiling at Peter as he smiled at her. The woman held up the baby before turning around to the nurse station. A few minutes later she spun back around, the pink baby swathed in a blue blanket and hat.
"Congratulations," the woman said with a smile, "What a beautiful baby boy."
The woman handed the baby to Olivia and she smiled, a gasp coming from her lips.
"He's perfect," she murmured. Peter leaned over them, his fingers soothing back her hair as he smiled at his new little son.
"Peter," she said, looking up at him, "Do you want to hold him?"
Peter swallowed the lump in his throat, he nodded. Four children later and he was still nervous about holding a newborn child. It should seem routine to him, but the little bundle of joy was so tiny, so perfect that he was scared he would do something. Pushing his sons head into the crook of his arm, he rocked the child in his arms, staring at his tiny little features. His eyes were blue, Peter blue and he smiled at Olivia, squeezing her hand with his.
"I love you," he murmured to her, "He's so perfect."
"What should we name him?" she murmured to him. Peter smiled at her.
"I think you already know."
She smiled back at him. She knew what to call him.
I know I'm evil, it's a cliffy. I should warn you right now that this story is just moments in time, randomly interspersed moments, little fluff sections. anyway, what do you want to see next? Do you want to see anything next? send me a review of what you liked/what you didn't. i will send you any member of the bishop tribe. :)