Andie Asa POV

The pain is excruciating. Who knew giving birth would be so hard? Who would've thought that I would be giving birth? A scream of utter pain ripples through my body and escapes through my mouth without my consent.

"I know baby," A soothing voice whispers in my ear, "It's almost out." Instantly I know who it is who is whispering to me. The one who got me knocked up, my husband, Sean Asa. He takes my hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze. This must be the third time he has passed out from all the blood and woke up to my screams. Plus every time he squeezes, I reciprocate my own squeeze and nearly break his hand.

My pants echo through the hospital room, and suddenly I'm not the only one screaming. A high pitched scream of an infant fills my ears. At first, I think that it's only in my head but it slowly gets louder and the feeling in the uterus is no longer as full. I furrow my eye brows in confusion as a wave of ecstasy passes through my body and my panting slows, the pain dulls out, and the high pitch scream is still there.

It's over.

"She's beautiful Andie," Camille said as she stared at down at the baby.

"Just like her mother," Sean says breathless like e was the one who just gave birth. Yeah you better start sucking up now you ass, you caused me years' worth of dance muscle and you act like it's not your fault. My mind keeps reeling about how to make my husband pay until a pink bundle is in my arms. The sudden presence of everyone in the room vanishes as I look down at my baby girl.

Slowly I move the edge of the blanket so I can see her cute face. My heart literally stops when I see that she has her eyes closed and her breathing is coming out rather fast which I know isn't normal.

"Sean . . . ," I say shakily scared.

"Oh my god. NURSE!" he yells over his shoulder as he too see's what is happening. It all happens in slow motion, a skinny nurse walks into the room and takes my baby out of my hands and runs out of the room as I yell out to her. Sean and Moose hold my shoulders down while Camille runs out with tears running down her eyes.

In what felt like eternity the nurse came back . . . but without my baby. She dares to come back without giving my baby back to me, she had better hope that they can hold me down.

"Forgive me," she says while bowing, "But it was necessary to take her so we could save her."

"Save her from what?" Moose asked while glaring at her.

Oh no, get in line buddy if you want to have a crack at her.

The nurse shuffles uncomfortably under his gaze and sighs before mumbling something that just about froze my whole world. "She has chronic lung disorder."

Chronic Lung Disorder.

"Oh Andie," Sean whispers, "What did I do?"

"It's nothing serious." The nurse assured us.

"How is Chronic Lung fucking Disorder not serious?!" I screamed at her. She looked at me for a moment before looking down.

"She just needs a high-calorie formula that she needs to take daily and when she gets too old for the formula she needs to go on aerosol therapy," she whispered out, "other than that she is like any other child but she'll just have a harder time breathing but she'll grow out of that."

A wave of relief flows through my body as her news gives me hope. Tears start to make a reappearance.

"Can I see her?" I asked quietly, so is unlike my usual loud and confident self. A smile appears on Sean's face as he sits down on my hospital bed. Moose slides down the wall onto the floor and puts his hands into is curl dark brown hair. The nurse seems to understand our urgency to see my baby as she whips out of the room and brings her back.

She has small traces of an IV puncture and bracelet on her arm. Not once did she cry out when I held her in fact she did the opposite, she snuggled up to me as she was in my arms. Sean looked over my shoulder as she breathed slowly and evenly. His arms found themselves around my waist and around our baby girl, our very own princess. She seemed to know of his presence too because she wiggled her tiny hand from out of the blanket onto his thumb and squeezed.

He yawned in my ear as I moved over so he could lay on the bed with us. Not even two seconds after getting comfortable, Sean and I looked to the door as Camille comes through the door with her little baby in her arms. Little Duncan Wyatt Alexander. He has a little tuft of dark hair on is head but it barely compares to his baby blue eyes shining with mischief. His little two teeth smile looks more like a smirk to me day by day.

"Is she okay?" Camille asks as she makes a B-line towards Moose while keeping direct eye contact with us. I give her a soft smile and nod. A heavy weight falls limp beside me causing me to direct my attention to the figure. It's Sean. Poor baby, he had to watch in horror as his loving adoring wife gives birth to his first, possibly last, child. Notice the sarcasm. I look down to the little angel in my arms and think back to the labor.

How can such a small little thing, cause so much pain and resort from such a painful struggle. Although the cause of her even existing was very satisfying, the aftermath sure hell wasn't. But that doesn't matter right now, what matters is that she is here in my arms, beautiful and healthy.

"What's her name?" Camille and Moose asked in unison. Do they plan this or are they just this cute of a couple, I will never know. But now the question is out there, might as well answer it. A small smile finds itself placed on my lips as I answer.

"Celine Elizabeth Asa," I whispered. No sooner when I said her name did I see black and that's when I knew I was asleep.