Three o clock in the hospital, screaming in pain, trying to push my child out of me. Doesn't that sound delightful? It's horrible! I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I'm pretty sure I'm breaking my husband's hand. Jason didn't cringe, but I knew he was in pain too. I didn't care, he put this in me, and he was going to suffer too.

"I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS JASON!" I screamed.

"You said you wanted a family." He whispered, trying to not make to much noise.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME!" I yelled, screaming as the pain increased.

"Mrs. Todd, please, focus on pushing." The nurse instructed.

"I'LL PUSH YOUR RIBS INTO YOU'RE LUNGS IF YOU DON'T STOP TELLING ME TO PUSH!" I shouted.

The nurse busied herself, and then finally looked up, "The baby is crowning, sir would you like to see?"

Jason raised an eyebrow, "Uh, sure." He looked over in between my legs and his eyes bulged, "Oh God."

He ripped his hand away from me, and dashed to the edge of the bed, grabbing the waist basket, and dry heaving into it several times. He looked back up at the nurse, "Get it out of her! Please, dear God, just get that thing out!"

The nurse looked taken back, but went back to work, as did I. I'll slap him later.

After several minutes (Which felt like hours) I finally felt complete and utter relief, as a babies scream pierced through the air. "Congratulations." The nurse said, wrapping the baby up and handing it to me. "It's a girl."

Jason stood up, getting a hold of himself, and slowly walking over to me, looking at the little bundle. I couldn't help but stare at her, she looked so much like Jason, I could see it already.

Jason took in a deep breath, "Oh my God, she's so beautiful."

I smiled down at the little girl, holding her closer as her screamed ceased. She opened her eyes, looking around in wonder, trying to understand what was going on. Why was she here? What were all these strange sounds? Who were these people staring at her? Why had she been taken from the one place she had felt safe and brought into this cold loud place?

Cars honked outside, and the baby started fretting, crying and screaming her head off. Jason carefully took the baby into his hands, rocking it back and forth slowly. "Shh, it's OK baby, that's just Gotham. Might wanna get used to it." He cooed softly.

I stared at him in wonder, wow, Jason was going to be a great Dad.

The nurse spoke up, "What are you going to name her?"

Jason shrugged, not looking away from our little girl, "We planned on it being a boy, we were going to name him Justin."

A thought suddenly occurred to me, "What about Justine?"

He looked up at me, and then smiled. "Fine with me."