1995 Stephanie's Point of View

"Melina." I mumbled from the bedroom. "Melina!" I wrapped my hands around my stomach, trying to stifle the screams. "Melina, for God's sake, come here!" After an eternity of contractions Melina stepped in my door. "It's time."

"I freakin' have a guy over and now it's time."

"I'm so sorry that MY baby's birth is interrupting YOUR sex life for one night. SHE's interrupted mine for 9 months." I reached my hand up for help, Melina grabbed on, helped me to my feet.

"What the bloody hell is going in here?" A man's silhouette was at my door, obviously taken aback by my pregnancy.

"My roommate's in labor. Can you drive us to the hospital? I'd call a cab, but we don't have the money to really do that right now. Can you, just drive?"

"Yeah, 'course. Let me get my car 'round to the front here." His thick British accent would've been sexy at any other time. But right then all that I could think about was the pain in my stomach. "How far 'part are they?" He asked when he came back into the room.

"I think they're constant. I'm not really sure. All I feel is pain now." I tilted my head back and grunted. It took both the no-named man and Melina to hold me up in the hallway.

"I'm Wade by the way."

"I'm dying over here, by the way. It hurts so bad when I walk." Wade silently moved Melina away from my shoulder. The support that was there was never really lost, I was lifted off my feet immediately.

"I've got you sweetie. You worry about your little baby." He carried me down the porch steps, Melina got the car door and in seconds we were speeding down the freeway en route to the hospital.

"Say hi to your baby Miss McMahon." The newborn was screaming in my arms, a good sign. "Would you like me to take a picture of you and your daughter? Normally the father does it, but I see he's not here." The nurse had a bit of a snit to her tone, bitter because my baby's father wasn't there to see the birth. She'd have more of a snit if I told her the truth.

She held up the camera anyway. I didn't have to use a "photo smile", the glow of motherhood was stuck on my cheeks relentlessly. "I want to name her Katrina. If I can the birth certificate."

"Well, we normally ask for two signatures you know? What are you going to do then?"

"Ask for a different damn nurse." For the first time since I'd been handed my daughter I looked away from her. "You're excused, I really don't need your company." The nurse rolled her eyes and exited my hospital room. "I don't care about your father 'Trina. You don't need him. You'll always have me." She lifted her tiny fist, spread her fingers in an intense stretch. She laid her tiny spread hand on my own, and I was frozen. "You can hold my hand my hand any time."