Hello there fanfiction and beyond. I decided to go on with this story. I don't know what's up, but this chapter isn't Betaed either, so don't yell at me for bad grammar and that kind of crap. So just read and tell me what you think. Is anybody else excited about the Packers looking just as good as last year? Things have been crazy here with the opening game Thursday. Haha sorry, just had to throw that out there. So tell me what you think and gave me some suggestions if you want.

Brittany

It's funny, how you never realize how you got here until you go through giving somebody else life. A baby's in you for nine months. That's nine months of morning sickness, strange cravings, and extreme hunger. Then you go into labor for twelve hours. That's twelve hours of screaming, crushing Alex's hand, and eventually breaking down and getting something to relieve the pain. Then there's a baby, and everything else is forgotten.

It was just a little after three a.m. and I just woke up from the most strange dream of my life. It was one of those dreams that you only really take one thing from it. The only thing I could really remember was Paco, Alex's best friend who sacrificed his life to save Alex. Paco was laughing in the dream, just like he always did when he was alive.

I looked around the room. Alex was collapsed on the loveseat in the corner of the room, his breathing slow and even. My new born son, who still didn't have a name, was in the nursery for the night so Alex and I could get some sleep before we took him home.

His name was still a mystery. We didn't want to know the sex of the baby until it was born. We talked about names. We even narrowed it down to two names for boys, Diego and Maximo. Once he came out we didn't see him as either. Alex said it was the blue eyes, I knew he was teasing me.

I cried when I first saw the baby. Alex cried when he first saw him too. It was just surreal, all of a sudden they put a baby in your arms and your expected to protect it. I give the protection part to Alex, I'll strive to be the soccer mom.

Alex flinched on the couch, and sat up. He was looking around, confused for a second. Then he laid eyes on me and smiled.

"Hey, you awake too?" He asked.

"I nodded, I had a weird dream."

He smiled, "Me too. What was yours about?"

I watched him get up from the couch and come over to sit at the foot of my bed.

I sighed, "Paco."

He looked at me, disbelief in my eyes, "Mine too."

"But he was laughing, he was happy, Alex."

He chuckled, "Yeah, I know. That stupid laugh he always had."

I laughed and then I something clicked, "Do you think he's trying to tell us something?"

"Like what?" He asked putting his warm hands around my cold feet.

"Like that he's here. That he's watching us."

Alex was quiet for a long time, lost in his thoughts, but he finally spoke, "I think we should name the baby after him."

I thought about this for awhile and a slow smile spread across my face, "Yeah, Paco is perfect."

He grinned and muttered, "Paco Fuentes."

"He needs a middle name."

"You pick the middle name."

"Shouldn't we pick it together?"

"If it's horrible, I'll veto."

I rolled my eyes, "Thanks, Alex."

He chuckled and found a way to lay next to me. We were sharing a pillow.

"Maybe we should give him an English name too. I mean he is half white too."

He smiled, "Okay, but it can't be a total gringo name. I draw the line at Robert."

"What's wrong with Robert?"

He shuddered, "Just not for my kid."

"Our kid," I corrected him.

He sighed, "Sí, I knew it took the two of us. If I remember it was a pretty good time."

"I hope he doesn't have your sick mind."

"I hope he has your looks."

I rolled my eyes, "What about Taylor for a middle name?"

He cocked his head to the side, "I like it."

"Well I'm glad it's up to your standards. I swear you're acting more and more like a north-sider every day."

He glared at me, "You take that back."

I shook my head, "Never."

He sighed in defeat and got to his feet.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Back to bed. You probably should get some sleep too, it's gonna be a long eighteen years."

The next day we brought Paco home. Alex drove the slowest I have ever seen him drive on the way home from the hospital. Paco slept the whole way, snuggled into his car seat. I sat next to him the whole way home, praying he didn't start screaming.

We got to our apartment complex in one piece, Paco still sound asleep. Alex unbuckled Paco's car seat and helped me out too. I was still sore from the day I gave birth, it hurt to move around too much. Alex carried Paco up to our apartment, while I slowly made my way.

"Bienvenido a casa, Paco," Alex whispered to our sleeping son, welcoming him home.

Alex set him down in his car seat and looked at me, "Now what?"

I chuckled, "Maybe we should put him in his crib or something."

Alex nodded and bent over, unstrapping Paco, and cradling him in his arms. Paco stirred a little and opened his eyes. He gawked at Alex for awhile and then he yawned, closing his eyes again.

"Okay, Paco, let's go check out your room," Alex whispered to him again.

Alex walked slowly with Paco, I think he was afraid that he would shake him too much.

"You're not gonna drop him," I told my husband.

He looked up at me for a second, "I know, I don't want to wake him up!"

I sighed and opened the door to the nursery for him.

We spent months getting this room ready for the baby. The walls were supposed to be yellow, but when I sent Alex and his brother, Luis, to go get paint they came back with sea green. They claimed yellow was too boring.

Somehow the Fuentes boys convinced me to work with the green. I decided that the green was more boyish, but if we had a girl it would work too. Alex begged me not to have a theme, he claimed that they were cheesy. I gave in to him, and just decorated the nursery with matching dark wood furniture, and different shades of green trinkets, bedding, and rugs.

I watched as Alex placed a kiss on Paco's tiny, wrinkled forehead and lowered him down into the crib. We sat there for a couple minutes standing side by side watching our son wiggle in his sleep.

"He's really ours," I breathed.

Alex wrapped his arm around my shoulder and drew me into his chest, "He really is."

Then the tears started. The doctor said I would be overly hormonal for the next few weeks. I buried my head into Alex's shirt and he looked down at me, eyes full of concern.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing," I sobbed into his chest.

He sighed and led me to our room, and sat me on the bed. He sat down next to me and pulled me back so we were both laying down. He shushed me and rubbed circles in my back. He knew that I really wasn't upset, he knew there was nothing to say, so he didn't say anything.

I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I know my eyes snapped open at the sound of a sharp cry. I was on Alex's chest and he twitched under me, but didn't wake up. I sighed and got to my feet.

Paco was crying, his face purple and scrunched up. I bent down and carefully picked him up and cradled him. I figured he had to be hungry, I don't know how long I'd been sleeping. So I made him a bottle in the kitchen with one hand, while I cradled him in the other.

He took the bottle after a few attempts and then he started sucking. I sighed, relieved that I knew what he needed. Paco's eyes found mine. We had the same eyes. As I looked in his eyes, my eyes, I couldn't help but feel a connection.

I maneuvered my way to the living room and very carefully sat on the couch. My body was soar and I was afraid of jostling Paco too much. I watched his suck the bottle and the tears started coming again.

Looking at my newborn son I sobbed, "Mommy, loves you. She'll always love you, even if you turn out to have your father's cockiness."

So please review, because this isn't my first priority right now, Cruz Control is, but if enough people review I will make it right up there with Cruz Control. Speaking of Cruz Control a new chapter will be up soon, I sent one to my Beta yesterday, but I don't know if she'll get at it. So thanks for all the support!

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