I know it's short but, I had major writers block and now that this part is done the really stuff can happen now. Enjoy.

Part Nine

The days seemed to be going by faster than I knew possible. It seemed like just yesterday I was at that party with my old body telling Vince that this could be a possibility and it had turned out to be true. By this point I had grown very large to the point that none of my shirts fit successfully over my huge stomach but, this was LA so it was never really cold. I got away with wearing my shirts even though they only covered half of my stomach.

I couldn't believe that she would be here in about a month. If it was a girl anyway; I think I could just tell it was a girl but, there was still that chance that it was a boy. Either way I would not care but, we are very prepared for a little girl and I'd hate to have a son in a pink stroller. I smiled to myself at that thought then looked over at Vince who was sleeping soundly next to me. The sun was bright but, our shades kept out the interference. It was about nine in the morning and I was wide awake and so was the baby. She kicked and it made me wonder about what it would be like to hold her. What would she look like? Maybe she would have Vince's blue eyes and my curly hair or maybe she'd get Vince's lighter hair and my dark complexion. The possibilities were truly and greatly endless and I wanted nothing more than for her to just get here so I can have my body back so we could let out that breath that both Vince and I had been holding from the beginning.

In the beginning I was terrified and I think Vince was just about as scared as I was. We were only twenty years old; high school sweethearts having a kid together. None of us expected this to happen and at first I wanted nothing more than to wake up and it would all be a dream but, as the days past and my belly grew bigger I knew—we all knew that it was no dream and that in nine long yet frighteningly short months there would be a whole new tiny life that we would be taking care of.

I felt safe knowing that my mother was only a couple building over but, the thought of having a baby that was my complete responsibility was terrifying. I knew that physically, Vince and I could support this baby. We both had jobs and enough money to care for this baby but, that was only a small portion of what it really took to raise a baby. In all reality, Vince and I were just kids with our whole lives ahead of us but, there was no turning back now and in a way I was so happy about this. Completely fascinated with the idea of having a baby and I was growing impatient—I just wanted her (Or possibly him) to be here.

I was brought out my thoughts by something knocking on the front door. I smiled and shook Vince slightly. He grunted in aggravation and turned onto his side. I got a full view of his face now.

"V?" I said sweetly. He groaned and slowly opened one eye to look at me.

"Hmm?"

"Someone is at the door." I said simply.

"So answer it!" He barked, still asleep.

"Please get it Vince, I don't feel so good." I whined knowing that it was lie and that I felt perfectly fine. This brought both of his eyes open but he clearly didn't look happy. Sighing over-dramatically, he threw the blanket off of him and rolled out of bed. With a growl he opened our bedroom door and padded towards the front door wearing nothing but some loose shorts.

Once he was out of the room I stood up and followed him into the living room which was nicely put together thanks to our Thanksgiving shopping expedition. It was simple yet well put together. I stood in the doorway to the living room and watched Vince open the door still pretty pissed about being woken up.

"Delivery..." The tall, thin man said holding a clip board.

"I didn't order anything…" Vince growl quietly. The man sighed and showed him the clipboard before another man rolled a large box into the living room. Vince watched in amazement as a sixty inch flat screen television made its way into his life. I grinned and folded my arms over stomach.

"Delanie, what the hell is this? We can't afford this!" He said looking at me seriously.

I just rolled my eyes and smiled. "Happy birthday babe and we didn't pay for it; well not all of it." I said as he came up to me and gave me a kiss. "Everyone chipped in too." I whispered. He smiled sweetly down to me while rubbing my stomach.

"Thanks baby." He said before kissing me once again. By now the delivery men had taken the TV out of its box as they began to install it. "Man, its beautiful…" Vince said staring at the sleek TV. I laughed at him. "Damn you guys are going to install it for me too!" Vince chirped happily as he walked into the kitchen and poured us both some orange juice. I had gone into the bedroom and put on some shorts before I began to make us breakfast while the workers installed our new television.

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"Come on Mia, I'm too old for this shit." Vince groaned as she set a cake in front of him with the candles lit. I chuckled and listened as Mia scolded him until he unwillingly blew out the twenty-one candles adorning his marble cake. The team had found their way to our apartment to celebrate his birthday and eventually watch the game on our new TV that would be coming on soon.

A few hours later I watched as all the guys crowded in the living room around our new TV to watch the football game. The girls and I stayed in the kitchen while we rolled our eyes and laughed at the guys.

"Delanie baby?" Vince yelled. I rolled my eyes. Letty just smirked at me and pretended to use a whip.

"What V?"

"Can you bring us some more chips please?" He whined slightly. I growled and grabbed the open bag before padding into the living room. By the time I made it to Vince I had to stop. The chips fell from my hand and all over the floor as a pain shot through me.

"V?" I whimpered loudly.

"What baby?" He didn't even look at me! I was pissed now.

"Vincent!" He finally looked at me; horrified at his whole name.

"I'm sorry babe, what's wrong?"

"I think I'm in labor."

"Happy birthday to me." He muttered; completely scared at the thought.