The Son of a Genius

Chapter 2: The Birth of a Genius

I bet this time of night you're still up.

I bet you're tired from a long hard week.

I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city.

And I bet sometimes you wonder about me.

-I Almost Do, Taylor Swift

Pain ripped through her like a knife slicing through her abdomen. A pained cry escaped her lips and she clutched at her stomach. Her hand went to the wall to support her weight as the pain soon left.

Paige breathed heavily and tried to think logically. She needed to get someone, she couldn't get to the hospital on her own. Who was home? Her father was in the living room while her mother was out to buy groceries.

"Dad!" yelled Paige breathlessly as she doubled over in pain. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Footsteps were pounding against the wood floors and to where Paige's hand was against the wall. She looked up to see the face of Mark Dineen.

Paige's father had dark brown hair that was thinning and bright amber eyes that were the same as his daughter's. He worked in a publishing company and made just enough to keep his family afloat, but the family was fine with Paige's mother's job. He was a man that enjoyed doing the manly jobs and Paige often gave him a run for his money on those jobs.

But, at that moment his amber eyes were filled with concern for his only daughter. She let out a ragged breath as he went to help her. His hand gripped her arm lightly and she looked up to meet his eyes. Paige nodded at him as if to confirm his thoughts.

"Call the hospital, get the hospital bag and call Mom and Andrew." said Paige in a rush. Her father nodded and started rushing around the house for what she told him. Paige leaned against the wall as she watched her father gather all that was necessary.

Andrew Dineen was Paige's older brother that had started coming around more when he learned that his younger sister was a pregnant. He had bright blue eyes and black hair that hung low over his eyes. He had been away at college and had decided to come back to help out the family. And Paige would be forever thankful for her older brother's help.

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A newborn baby's cry was the only thing Paige Dineen heard, she didn't hear the Doctors congratulating her or her mother saying how precious the baby was. All she heard was the cry of her baby, proof of what had been inside of her for nine months. Proof of what she had been working so hard for. And it all was worth it once she was able to hold her son in her arms. It was worth the months of pain, humiliation and worry to be holding the little boy in her arms.

Her mind didn't register the challenges ahead. She didn't think of the troubles that would plague her as a single mother. She just thought of the positives of having her baby in her arms damn the consequences.

Tears leaked from her eyes as she gazed down at the baby that was being put into her arms. It was a darling little boy. She loved the child so much already and didn't know that she could love another human being as much as she loved her son in that moment.

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In Los Angeles

Walter O'Brien sat at his desk in contemplation, his hands were holding up his head as he stared blankly at his computer screen. It was completely illogical that he was sitting there and thinking about what he was. He should be worried about solving harder problems and not about a woman that was most likely thousands of miles away. It wasn't right. Yet, he hated that a part of him was acting all sentimental about it all.

He was acting sentimental about the fact that there was a high chance that he had a child.

It could have been today for all. It could have been the day that he had a child somewhere. He wasn't sure. For all he knew was that she had miscarried the baby, he wouldn't know. He didn't have time to speak. And if he had time he wouldn't have known what to say in that type of situation

He ran a hand through his hair and looked at the garage he had bought for himself and his friends to work in. There was still a lot of work as cables hung from the ceiling and there was holes in the walls, but he liked it all the same.

It had been bothering Walter that he had been so preoccupied at the thought of having a child. It was just another emotional thing that he didn't understand. He had mentioned it to his sister to get an idea on what it meant, and she told him to try as hard as he could to find her and his child.

Thus, he had taken to hacking into New York hospitals to search the patients and see if a woman named Paige had been admitted.

It didn't help that he wasn't aware of her last name, he knew what she looked like and doubted that he would ever forget.

Walter glanced around the Garage to see that his colleague Toby, a Harvard trained behaviorist, who had found a joy in trying to annoy Walter by getting in his personal space. It annoyed Walter to no end.

Another genius that worked with him was a woman named Happy, who seemed to distance herself from all of them and Walter felt the same way. Toby seemed to enjoy annoying her almost just as much. She specialized in mechanics and that skill was highly useful.

The last genius in their group was a boy in his late teens named Sylvester. He had a proficiency for math and could easily calculate high numbers. It amazed Walter by the boy's abilities.

Walter had been talking to a fourth genius whose I.Q. was close in number to his own which was highly surprising.

He sighed and started tapping on his computer. He decided that he would first check the New York Presbyterian Hospital, he easily hacked into their controls and looked into those that were admitted for births day, his eyes scanned the names and saw no woman named Paige. He sighed. Walter was about to go onto another hospital when it looked like there was another admittance.

He reloaded it and saw the new patient that had been admitted moments previous. He saw the patient was one Paige Dineen. He felt an odd pang in his chest at the thought that it was possible that his child was born. He hacked more on her file and as he expected all that was easily available was that she had given birth to a little boy.

Walter sighed and leaned back in his chair. It was possible that he had just became a father.

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Paige cradled her newborn son in her arms as her father and brother were asleep in chairs near the hospital bed. Her mother was awake and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed looking at her grandson. Paige was mesmerized by the sight of her son and could hardly contain herself.

Light filtered in through the window, while Paige ran her fingers through the dark tufts of hair on her son's head. She smiled and stared down at her young son, her eyes scanned over every inch of his body. She was already head over heels for him and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"What are you going to name him?" asked Jaime, as she stared at her grandson. Paige glanced at her mother for a moment.

"I was thinking Ralph," started Paige before she was suddenly enveloped in a side hug from her mother. Ralph was the name of Paige's grandfather on her mother's side, and Paige had worshipped him when she was younger and decided that it was the perfect name for her son. Her mother had also loved her father dearly and when he passed they both had leaned on each other to get through his death.

"What about his middle name?" asked her mother, Paige looked at her suspiciously, her mother was avoiding her gaze. Either there was something that she did or she had a suggestion of what she thinks Ralph's middle name should be. Paige sighed and closed her eyes for a moment trying to gather her strength and to stay awake for the rest of this conversation. She had been awake for nearly twenty four hours because she hadn't felt tired and it just hit her.

"Mom?" questioned Paige. Her mother looked up and stared Paige in the eye for a moment before sighing.

"I think Ralph's middle name should be his father's."

Paige was in shock. She had expected her mother to advise her to give Ralph a middle name from a relative that had scorned her in the past seven months. Many of her relatives had expected a husband at the news of her being pregnant and no father by her side had sent most of them into shock. She had just shook it off and focused on making sure that her son would have the best life that he could without the relatives that was against her having him.

"Why?" asked Paige in a whisper. She wasn't angry about it, a part of her appealed to it and another part wondered why it would be a good idea to name her son after a man he would most likely never know. Paige didn't know why she wasn't angry. A part of her wanted to be. This man didn't react when she told him she was pregnant and let her walk away. Yet, there was something about him that still attracted her to him and it bugged the hell out of her.

What would be the good in naming her son after his father? It would only remind him of a man that he might never meet. Except, Paige had to remind herself that there was still a chance that he might still meet him. For all she knew Walter was some sort of genius that would be apart of their future.

"Ralph will start asking about his father and it's a way to remember him, for Ralph." Her mother released a deep breath and stared at Paige with questioning eyes.

The thought of naming her son partially after his father interested her. In a way it made sense to name Ralph after his father. Paige sighed and ran a hand through her already messy hair.

In that moment Paige knew that she would do it. She would do anything for her son and it was a new feeling to her. There hadn't been one person in her life that she knew that without a doubt that she would give her life for. Ever since she had laid eyes on her son love had filled her every pore for the small body in her arms. There was nothing that she wouldn't do for her son. In that moment she knew that she would give her life for her son and it scared her slightly that she had fallen so recklessly in love with her son.

"Ok," said Paige softly. Her mother smiled at her and Paige knew that she had made the right decision.

"Ralph Walter Dineen." murmured Paige under her breath.

A/N: Yay! I got this up. It was taking me forever to edit this. And I didn't nearly expect you guys to get anywhere close to my goal. Thank you guys so much! Let me know what you guys want to happen and I can maybe put it in. Please follow, favorite and review.

Disclaimer: Still waiting for that person to come and trade my sister... Yeah, so I don't own Scorpion... yet.