Hey everybody! Wow, it took me forever to come up with a new story. Just kidding.

Here are a few plot details: Wilbur is 17 in this, he is with Emily, an OC, romantically speaking of course. (if you haven't met Emily yet, you should read my other MTR story…it sort of explains a lot.) He and Emily are "together" but not as together as they are at the end of In Trouble Again.

The first chapter will be only flashbacks, sort of explaining where Wilbur and his family are now, and how they got there.

I'm under strict orders from Wilbur that the next few stories, or at least chapters are kidnapping-free, preferably without bodily harm to Wilbur. I don't know how much of that I can promise. GoobTooSave was right. A little more harm to Wilbur never hurt anyone. Except Wilbur.

Wilbur: You act like that's an itty bitty except kind of thing.

Me: What do you want me to say?

Wilbur: (crosses his arms)

Me: Never mind. Here's the random fact, then the chapter.

Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.

Chapter 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was Wilbur's graduation dinner, and after a very intense food fight, Cornelius knocked his spoon against his glass. "Everyone, I have an announcement to make. I know it's pretty unexpected, but it's one that I'm pretty excited about." Wilbur paled. He knew that tone. He knew exactly where this was going. Franny stood up, her hand gently resting on her stomach.

"Everyone, I'm pregnant." The family erupted in cheers, but Wilbur just put his head on the table and groaned. This could not get any worse.

Later that night, Wilbur lay on his bed, stomach down, his head facing the wall. He was still digesting the fact that he wasn't going to be an only child for much longer. He heard a knock on his door. "honey, can I come in?" He sighed. "Sure Mom."

Franny came in and sat on the edge of Wilbur's bed and rubbed his back. "Honey?"

"What?"

"Wilbur, let's talk about this."

"What is there to talk about, Mom?"

"A lot, sweetie. I saw you at dinner. I know we sort of shifted the focus away from you on your special night, but your father and I, we were just so happy. We got the call from the doctor this morning."

Wilbur sighed. "It- it's okay Mom. I get it. I know I'm not being the best person in the world right now, but I will be. Later."

"Good. Glad to hear it, sweetie. Hey, you can come baby shopping with us soon!" Wilbur smiled as she stood up, kissed him on the forehead and left, but as soon as she was gone he stopped smiling and groaned. Baby shopping. He was going to go baby shopping. He had been wrong at dinner. Things could get much worse.

Nine months later………….

Franny was sitting in the kitchen enjoying a cup of hot cocoa with Wilbur while the rest of the family milled about the house as usual. Cornelius walked in, and suddenly Franny put her hand on her stomach. "Honey, we're gonna have a baby," she said. He laughed. "I know that, sweetie."

"No honey, we're gonna have a baby RIGHT NOW!"

"Oh."

"Oh, he says." Cornelius jumped up to help Franny to the car, knocking over Wilbur's steaming mug down his shirt and onto his jeans, burning Wilbur's hand in the process. He yelped in pain, and his dad said, "Sorry son, but we don't have time to deal with that now. I need to get your mom to the hospital."

Franny threw out her arm. "He's coming too."

"Franny, he's got cocoa all over him."

"Hey, not my fault!" yelled Wilbur. "I don't care, Cornelius, he's coming."

"But Fran, he-"

"Cornelius, I need both my boys there." At his mother's tone, Wilbur looked up. His mom needed him. He was going.

Wilbur sat in the hospital's waiting room, just outside the maternity ward. His mother had asked for him to be in the delivery room, but the hospital only allowed one other person in, and they had agreed it should be his father.

Wilbur had spent an hour pacing, and two more hours sitting down. He jumped up again. He couldn't take this much longer. Suddenly he heard a voice from the reception desk. "Can you tell me where I could find a Cornelius Robinson?" He looked up and saw his girlfriend Emily. She'd made it. He had called her about an hour ago. He'd been worried sick about his mom, and didn't know what was taking them so long.

He walked over to her. Make that ran. Make that sprinted. "Emily, you made it!"

"Yeah, I'm here. Good thing too. You look awful."

"Is that any way to greet your boyfriend?" He smiled, and they kissed. She calmly walked him back over to the waiting area, and they sat down again. "How is she?"

"Last I heard was three hours ago. She was fine then. I don't know what's taking them so long……"

"Wilbur, you never know how long these things are gonna take. One of my friends, her mom was in labor for 33 and a half hours. It could be a while." A nurse came out in the hallway with a huge smile on her face. Despite the smile, Wilbur gripped Emily's hand so tightly his knuckles turned white. Emily put her hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. It's ok, Wilbur. Take it easy. Don't break my hand, or you'll be here even longer."

"Sorry. I-I'm just nervous."

"I know. It's okay."

"She's right you know," said the nurse. "Your mother is fine. So is the baby." Wilbur let out a long breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding. "Can I go in and see her? Them?"

"Of course you can. And you can bring your girlfriend too." Many of the nurses in the hospital knew Emily, as she spent much of her time volunteering there, and was beginning to get Wilbur in scrubs too.

Wilbur and Emily went cautiously into the room. Franny sat up in bed, and Cornelius stood next to her. They were both beaming at a tiny yellow bundle of blankets in Franny's arms. "H-hey Mom," said Wilbur nervously. "Hey, Mrs. Robinson."

"Hello, you two. Glad you could make it, Emily."

"Wanna meet the newest Robinson?" said Cornelius. Emily looked at Wilbur. "We'd love to." Wilbur walked forward and took the little yellow bundle from his mother's arms. "Careful sweetie. Watch her head."

"Her?" asked Wilbur incredulously. Franny nodded. "Her." Wilbur gently pushed aside the blankets and looked into the sweet face of his brown-eyed blonde baby sister. A small smile found itself on his face, and a tear or two crawled down his cheek. He forgot all about the hot cocoa on his shirt and the burn on his hand. "You're my new sister. My baby sister." Emily looked at Wilbur and her heart melted. Wilbur had done a lot of cute things, but this was one of the moments when she knew why she loved him.

"What's her name Mrs. Robinson?"

"Lydia. Lydia Jane." Wilbur, never taking his eyes off the small person in his arms, whispered, "Lydie. Little Lydie. That's what I'll call you." Emily put her hand on Wilbur's. "Can I hold her?" Wilbur smiled, and kissed Lydia's forehead before passing her over to Emily. Emily smiled too, and held the baby close. She smiled, and began to softly sing.

Who's my little baby girl,

Who's the one I love the best,

Who's the prettiest in the world,

Who's my baby girl?

Wilbur let a few more tears fall. "Where'd you learn that?"

"I didn't. My mom made it up for me and sang it to me when I was little. Before she died." Wilbur put his arms around her and his baby sister. "It's perfect," he whispered. "I think so too," said Franny. "Me too," Cornelius agreed. Wilbur looked at Emily and his Lydia, and he knew, he just knew, this is how she would be if they ever decided to have children together. He hoped they would. When they finally got married. Someday.

Well, that's the first chappie done. Wilbur, sorry about the hot cocoa burn.

Wilbur: You'd better be. Ouch!

It was worth it for the cute moment at the end. Tell me what you guys think! And if you think Wilbur and Emily are moving way too fast thinking about marriage and kids, read In Trouble Again. This is connected. Happens after the proposal, but before the wedding!

R&R people!!!

Emily