"No, it wasn't planned but it doesn't mean we aren't overjoyed."

"We think that we are going to be good parents."

"We aren't going to get married soon but in the future it looks extremely possible."

"It's a girl, she's expected on the 2nd of July."

Shane had answered endless questions on the pregnancy and all the answered seemed to be the same. Mitchie was trying to ignore all the press, it was putting her under stress which wasn't good. It was like 4th of July and their little girl had yet to make her appearance.

"Shane," Mitchie whined from the sofa, he poked his head around the door frame to see Mitchie holding her stomach. He had been searching for a screwdriver as he was setting up the Nursery, a bit too late. "I'm so uncomfortable."

He entered the room and sat down next to her, placing his hand on her stomach. "I'm sorry, babe. I wish there was something I could do." He kissed her on the cheek.

"She's two days late! What happens if something is wrong?"

Shane chuckled. "It's only two days, I'm sure she's fine."

"And it's the 4th of July! Everyone's out celebrating and I'm stuck indoors, feeling fat."

Shane shook his head and kissed on the head. "Do you want a drink or something to eat?"

"Some chicken sounds good." Mitchie said, smiling.

"Do we have any?"

"No," She shook her head. "But there's a fried chicken take out around the block."

He shrugged. "You want me to go out and get some?" He grabbed his keys knowingly.

"Yes please!" She cheered.

"Will you be alright by yourself?"

She nodded and rubbed her stomach. Shane smiled, he was happy. Happy with Mitchie, she was everything to him. He was going to be even happier because he would soon be a father and have a daughter. The thought of it made him grin, he didn't care what the people said about him only being 21 and Mitchie being 19 (20 in august). Even though it wasn't planned they were ready, he could feel it.

"OK, I'll be back in 5 minutes!" He called back as he opened the front door. "Love you!"

"Love you too!" Then she heard the front door shut.

He had been gone for about 10 minutes and Mitchie got bored. She reached over for the remote to turn the TV on when she suddenly felt strange. She looked down to see water seeping out, "Shit!" She had never been one for swearing but now she didn't care, her water had broken and she was in labour. Her baby wanted to be born and the father was nowhere to be found. She started crying, she didn't know what else to do. She stood up and waddled as best as she could to find a phone, dialling Shane's number, shaking. She heard it ringing in the kitchen and slammed the phone down, but as she did so a sharp pain ripped through her. "Oh, Jesus!" She whimpered. Where was Shane? What was taking him so long? She had one had clutching her stomach and the other holding onto the cabinet. She stood there for a while before she heard the front door open and close, the smell of fried chicken entered the house. "Shane!" She called, sobbing. She heard him quickly approach the room and grab her, holding her up. "What happened?"

"My water broke!" She cried.

Shane stood for a moment, shocked before smiling. "She's coming?"

"Shane! Big picture, please!"

He quickly disappeared into the kitchen for a few moments before returning with a bag to take to the hospital with them. He guided her to the car and sat her down. He couldn't believe it, he was about to be a father. He was shaking with excitement but at the same time he felt bad for Mitchie. She was in so much pain, crying. He wanted to help her but all he could do was watch and try to get to the hospital as fast as possible.

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Mitchie was fast asleep, exhausted from the 15 hours of labour but it was all worth it. She was here. Faith Torres-Gray, she was beautiful. She had sparking blue eyes, when Shane saw them he nearly cried. He was a father, he had a daughter. They hadn't thought of a name until she was born, she was born on the fourth of July. Independence day, they thought Faith fit perfectly. It was 10:30pm, outside were fireworks going off, left and right but inside Shane's heart, he felt the fireworks going off as he held his daughter. He loved her and wanted to be the best father he could be.

He looked up to see Mitchie watching him, smiling. "How are you feeling?"

She stretched and sat up in her bed. "A little sore, extremely tired, super happy, I could go on and on."

Shane laughed and placed Faith back in her basinet provided by the hospital. He sat on the edge of Mitchie's bed and kissed her on the lips softly. She smiled at him before looking back at their daughter, "She's perfect, completely perfect."

"I know." He agreed. "She looks like you."

Mitchie smiled and held Shane's hand. They couldn't believe it, they were parents. Young but still, they knew they were going to be good parents, a family.

They arrived home a little after one in the morning, Mitchie was shattered. "Go to bed, babe." He said as he followed her upstairs, she was holding faith in her arms. Shane went to the nursery and came back with the basinet putting it next to their bed. Mitchie placed Faith in it gently and watched as she gurgled and fell to sleep, her breathing was light and she looked so innocent. Shane came and wrapped his arms around her waist. "We did it." She grinned, looking at Shane who had his head resting on her shoulder.

"Come on, let's go to bed before she wakes up in two hours wanting to be fed and changed."

Mitchie yawned. "Sleep sounds good." She quickly changed into her pyjamas and Shane did the same, leaving himself without a top because it was a hot night, they slipped into bed. They fell asleep almost instantly after a long tiring day.

Every other chapter will be a flashback. mkay? x