I stared at the wall for seemed like hours upon end. I got sick of looking at the clock, 'cause time seemed to be going nowhere. I might as well face it; after today my life will never be the same. I will no longer be Ashley Davies, the sarcastic, retarded, lesbian that got knocked up years ago. No, this time I didn't get knocked up, and this time it wasn't by the asshole jock. This is how I've wanted everything to be since I first met her, and I can't think of anything more perfect.

"Mrs. Davies…" I turned to look at the doctor who finally stepped out of the room. "You can come in now."

I smiled, got up out of the chair, and started my walk into the extremely small hospital room. I'm surprised they could fit Spencer's parents, brothers, and all the doctors in here all at once.

I stood next to Mrs. Carlin and stared at Spencer, who was laying down on the bed, staring down at the baby…our baby. Paula gave me a light push, and I finally got my brain to tell my feet to walk to the bed.

Everything's going in slow motion right now. Everything from the past 10 years is flashing through my mind. From the first day I met Spencer, to our first kiss, to the day my dad died, the day her mom walked in, the day of the shooting, the breakup, the night we got back together, graduation, and, of course, the wedding.

"Ashley, would you like to hold your son?" the doctor asked, and I just nodded. I could feel tears building up in my eyes. God, I'm such a sap nowadays.

I looked down at Spencer, who looked like she'd just been through hell and back. But anyway, she finally handed the baby to me, and I looked down at it. My son.

"Shawn," I said, and everyone turned to me. "Shawn Parker…"