Minor Editing Completed

Someone reviewed and asked if the chapters could be just a tad longer. (Someone also said WTF, and I take that as they didn't really like the last chapter, but that's beside the point…) Anyways, where was I? Oh, yeah! Okay, so this chapter will hopefully be longer than 2 pages. It's seriously a filler chapter, and it goes month by month until the day the baby arrives. Now that we're all clear, onwards to Chapter 7!

Dr. Martinez's POV

January:

Let me just start by saying THANK GOD! Ella is NOT pregnant. Again, thank God! I don't think I could've survived the stress of a pregnant Ella. But even though David and I are both relived beyond belief, Ella broke the number one rule of the house; no sex until after marriage. There was really no punishment worthy enough for her, so David and I had to think hard and long about the correct type of consequence. Finally, we came up with the perfect punishment. It turns out David has family in Shipshewana, Indiana. Now, because Ella can't live a day without technology such as her cell phone, her computer, her stereo, etc, we figured that forcing her to live like the Amish for 30 days after graduation was a suitable punishment. Some of you think that we're over reacting, but not having sex before marriage is a very serious rule that must be followed. Okay, maybe we're over reacting just a little, but you see why! God!

February:

Now that things have calmed down a little bit, I have a chance to talk about the baby again. I'm 3 months along and just barely showing. By next month everyone in the office will be able to tell. I've already had a few interns and secretaries ask me about it, and that's embarrassing enough. But when everyone can tell, I'll be bombarded with the one question I would rather not answer,

"Who's the father?" Then I have to tell them my ex husband is, and how much of a slut does that make me look like? There is a plus side to all of this though; at least I know who the father is…

March:

I feel like crap. My back hurts, I'm always tired. I cannot wait until this baby arrives. And like I predicted, I've had to tell at least 10 people David is the father. How humiliating? Did I mention how ecstatic I'll be when he/she gets here?

Oh, and did I mention that Ella got accepted into Yale? We're so excited, but she's going to live on campus in California. It's going to be hard, but if Ella wants to go to Yale and become a nurse, I can't stop her. No matter how hard I try. Damn…

April:

One more month until I can stop referring to my baby as he/she. It's hard to wait, especially when David keeps insisting that he/she is really a she after all. (See how annoying that is. But I'm not calling my baby It, I refuse to.) Anyways; he just wants another little girl. I on the other hand think that a little boy will make a really nice addition to our family. A girl will too, but I already have two girls, I don't need another one. But who said I needed another child, period? But hey, I'll love him or her either way.

May:

My baby is a boy! When I called David, I gloated about knowing we were going to have a boy. Ha. Sorry; that was childish. Now all we (David and I. Possibly Ella too…) need to do is come up with a nice name. I still have 3 months to think about it, and I'm going to make sure I don't rush into naming him. I mean, I don't want my son stuck with a stupid name like, oh, I don't know, David James Martinez Jr. for instance. Just a thought…

June:

Well, Ella's just graduated. Now she's packing for Shipshewana. She'll only be gone until the 3rd of July, but I can't be on my own for that long. I mean I'm 7 months pregnant and on maternity leave for God's sake! So, I'm staying with my mother until Ella and David come home. Yes, David. He promised to come up on the 3rd and stay until a week or two after our son is born. It's kind of sweet the way he insisted on coming up, if you ask me. Then again; I'm the one who fell for his cheap sweet talk. Yeah, so don't listen to me when it comes to romance, okay?

July:

I'm back home now; Ella and David taking care of me at 8 months and ready to pop. Oh, and we finally decided on a name for him. I told David that we were not naming him after him, (does that make sense?) and he grumbled, but he finally agreed that it was for the best. Ella was actually the one to suggest his name. She's always played the peace maker between us, and now was no different.

"Why not name him Noah David Martinez?" She blew a bubble and returned to her magazine. I looked at David and asked,

"Why not?" He shrugged, indicating that he liked the name, but was still mad about not becoming a senior. (Think about that last sentence. Ha-ha.) It made sense, Ella suggesting the name Noah. The Notebook has always been her favorite movie. Plus, David becoming his middle name was a clever way to incorporate his father's name in. Sometimes I love that girl so much. Other times, not so much. But don't go telling her that… I mean it.

August:

I woke up the morning of the 15th feeling fine. I made breakfast, folded the laundry, (much to David's protest) and still felt good enough to run a marathon; figuratively speaking, of course. But around 3 o'clock that afternoon I went into labor. I was walking into the living room when a sudden pain hit my side. I doubled over in agony, using the couch as a banister to keep from falling. I shouted to Ella, then to David. Ella arrived at my side, while David appeared to have just used the bathroom, his pants at his ankles as he rushed down the stairs. He started yelling at Ella to get my bags, running around the house frantically. His pants were still around his ankles and he tripped while pacing back and forth. Despite being in labor; I laughed. Then, I almost doubled over again. David FINALLY pulled up his pants, and yelled at Ella to get her ass downstairs. I hissed under my breath for him to watch his language around Ella, but he disregarded it. Soon we were out the door and on our way to the hospital; David driving. The whole time he was muttering things like, 'We're going to make it,' and 'Just breath honey.' I thought I heard him say, 'I love you' somewhere in there too, but I wasn't too sure of anything right then. I was focused on delivering Noah in the hospital as opposed to my silver Chevy Equinox, for example.

16 agonizing hours of labor later, at 7 in the morning on the 16th, Noah David Martinez was born. He was normal and healthy, even though he was born about a week early. (I could really care less, he's perfect.)His blue eyes were an exact replica of David's. Noah's ethnicity is three quarters Hispanic, one quarter Greek. (On David's side) Just thought you might like to know.

Anyways; as David took Noah in his arms, I whispered to Ella,

"Call the flock." I was unable to look away from the corner where David stood until 6 bird kids and Total came in the room. There were various hello's, followed by a 'ZOMG!' (You can guess who said that.)

"HE'S SO CUTE!" Nudge exclaimed.

"Isn't he though?" Angel

"I guess he's kind of cute." The Gasman

"He's a baby. Of course he's cute!" Iggy said bitterly.

"He looks a lot like you guys." Max kneeled by the side of my bed. Fang shrugged, pulling Max onto his lap where he sat on a chair. I scoffed; typical. David; being in his own little world, looked up from the baby in his arms and said,

"Oh um, who wants to hold him next?" He asked, passing sleeping Noah off to the closest person, Ella.

Noah made himself around the room, each person hesitant to give him up. Max passed him off to Fang; the last person to hold him. You would think that he would give Noah back without protest, right? Well when I asked from my son, he gave me the most pathetic look. I nodded, allowing him a minute longer. Fang kissed the top of Noah's head and silently handed him to me. I was shocked; he actually showed emotion towards someone besides Max. By the look on Max's face, I wasn't the only one surprised. Fang stood up, shrugging again. He headed towards Max and whispered something in her ear. She then abruptly announced that they should get going, and that they would visit again soon. I was just wondering what Fang said to her when Noah started to cry. He held his tiny hands in the direction of Fang, indicating that he wanted to be held. Max nudged Fang forward, and he warily took Noah in his arms. Sure enough, as soon as Noah was in his strong grasp, he quieted and had a blank look on his face. Now everyone in the room turned to look at Fang, who was now cradling Noah protectively. He felt our eyes on him and looked up.

"What can I say?" He asked, this being the first time he spoke out loud, "He loves me." Now he grinned, earning a tiny smile from Noah. For the second time that day, I was utterly shocked.

This one is the longest I've written, so there you go. So it turns out Fang is quite the baby magnate, who would have guessed? Review and tell me what you think.

Happy Halloween,

Faxisthegreatest123 (I almost put .com at the end. How stupid would that have been?)