Unexspected Chapter 10, an one tree hill fanfic

Heather comes down the stairs to see Rachel leaning against the counter her head dropped. She sensed immediately that something was wrong, "Rach, what's wrong?"

Rachel doges answer immediately a moan escapes her, "Baby."

"Oh God!" Heather says looking at her sister, "How long have you been in labor?"

"A couple hours, but my water broke about ten minutes ago." Rachel says standing up. "I'm fine, I was trying to call Cooper when a contraction hit."

"I'll call him," Heather says, "You sit down."

"I'm fine." Rachel repeats. She grabs the counter leaning back against it breathing through another contraction, "Shit" she says her voice strained.

Heather dials Cooper's number, "Cooper, come home know! Rachel's in labor!" she says hanging up the phone and turning her attention back to Rachel, who's know recovering from her latest contraction, "You okay?"

"I'm fine, it just hurts like hell." Rachel says, rubbing the under side of her stomach.

Heather moves to stand in front of her sister, "You sure you're okay?"

Rachel smiles, "I'm fine. How about you? No signs of labor?"

At thirty eight weeks, Heather was due any day. "No signs." She says.

Rachel moans as another contraction takes her, she breathes deeply reaching out for Heather's hand "OOOOHHHH Damn it I'm going to kill Cooper!"

"OUCH!" Heather says as Rachel squeezes her hand, "Easy on the hand Sis!"

Rachel recovers and let's go, "Sorry."

Heather rubs Rachel's upper arms, "It's okay, it's all going to be okay."

Rachel nods, closing her eyes, "I'm scared shitless."

"You and me both," Heather says as Cooper come barging in.

"Is it real this time?" He asks. They had been to the hospital three times in the last week, with false alarms.

Heather looks back at him, "Her water broke."

Cooper nods, making his way over to Rachel, "Then lets get you to the hospital."

Rachel bends over in pain, "I hate you! OHHH Damn it don't touch me Cooper!" Rachel breathes deeply as Heather rubs her upper arms.

"Honey he's gotta touch you, I can't help you outside remember?" Heather says with a slight laugh.

Rachel recovers, "You say here."

Heather shakes her head, "Oh I don't think so!"

"Then wait for Brooke, but I don't want to have to worry about you." Rachel says.

"And you wouldn't if I were home alone?" Heather puts her hands on her back raising an eye brow.

"You set by my bed at all times, you don't leave my sight until somebody gets there you hear me?" Rachel says through gritted teeth.

"Promise." Heather says.

Cooper helps Rachel to the car, cursing when she about breaks this thumb, then helps Heather lower herself into the car as well.

Graduation had gone off without a hitch, no babies, which everybody was glad of. It was nearly a month into the summer, and both girls had been miserable. Rachel had been having 'practice' contractions for the last two weeks. She said it was Dylan teasing her. Brooke and Chase were spending as much time together as possible. She was set to leave for her internship in California in six weeks taking Payton with her. Lucas, Nathan, Haley, Skills and Bevin would also be heading off to college, while Heather, Mouth and Rachel had decided to post pone till spring. Everybody was nervous, nobody more then the two very pregnant teens.

Rachel was ushered quickly into a room, and soon had been given an epidural. As the pain eased so did her grip on Cooper's hand. "God that feels better." She says leaning against her pillows. The soft sound of Dylan's heart beat filled the room, lulling them all into a trance.

Brooke bounds excitedly into the room, "About time you decided to have that baby!"

Rachel looks up, "I told you it wasn't up to me!"

"Yeah but I'm not buying that, you totally coulda talked him into coming sooner." Brooke puts a hand on her hip.

Heather laughs, "Well, at least he'll be here soon."

Brooke looks down at her, "How are you feeling?"

"Fat frumpy pregnant, but not in labor." Heather assures them all.

Slowly everybody piles into the room; laughter can be heard all the way down the hall. But as the hours tick by slowly everybody goes their own way. Some go home to shower, dress, and sleep. Rachel all but begs Heather to go home, however Heather simply refuses. Mouth sets holding Heather's hand, making sure she is okay. By the 10th hour Heather and Rachel both are sleeping. Rachel having the epidural meaning she wasn't really feeling the contractions, and could rest up. Saving her energy for later, when she would have to push. By hour 15 Mouth and Cooper have fell asleep. Brooke comes back chatting slightly with the slightly uncomfortable Rachel. Nurse's come in periodically to check on her, telling her she's doing great. Finally at hour 21 the nurses announces that Rachel can start pushing. Mouth, Heather, Brooke, Payton and Lucas are ushered into the waiting room. Heather becomes restless, to the point that Brooke threatens to tie her down if she doesn't set down. Heather does set down, scared Brooke would actually tie her down, but it doesn't last long. An hour later Cooper comes out saying Rachel is asking for Heather. Heather follows him back to her room, finding her cradling a small blue package in her arms. "Come meet your nephew." She says softly.

Heather feels tears in her eyes, "He's here?"

Cooper slips back out of the room, giving the sisters their time with Dylan, and tells the others that he's here. Rachel beckons Heather to her, "Come on, come see him."

Heather steps forward looking down into Rachel's arms, "He's beautiful. You done so good Sis." Tears fall down Heather's cheeks.

"I couldn't have without you." Rachel says smiling up at her sister, tears falling down her own cheeks.

"Could I?" Heather motions to take Dylan.

"Only for minute," Rachel says handing the tiny infant to her, "You aren't allowed to pick up anything."

Heather nods looking down as the baby opens his eyes, "They're green." She whispers, "He's got the Gatina eyes." Heather rocks gently with the baby lying atop her huge stomach, "Welcome to the world little man. We've waited a long time for you, and let me be the first to tell you that you are a very lucky little man." Dylan snuggles closer to Heather, who wipes tears from her eyes, "Your Mommy loves you so much, and so does Aunt Heather." She strokes the baby's cheek gently, "We may seem a little crazy at times, and we are far from perfect, but you'll get used to all of that. You are so perfect Dylan."

"Dylan Mathew Scott." Rachel whispers.

"Welcome to the world Dylan Mathew Scott. There are a lot of people waiting to see you." Heather kisses him softly as Brooke, Payton, Lucas, Chase, Cooper, Mouth, Skills and Bevin come quietly into the room.

Brooke takes Dylan from Heather smiling down at him, "He's perfect Rach."

"Thanks, I worked hard." Rachel laughs.

Brooke laughs slightly but has tears in her eyes, "I'm almost afraid I'm gonna break him." She says quietly.

Chase steps next to her, "You can't break him Baby." He says lifting the infant from her arms, "I'm gonna teach him how to skate board. Yeah, I'm gonna teach you all about it." He gently sways soothing the infant.

"Where did you learn to hold a baby?" Brooke asks looking over his shoulder and allowing Dylan to take her finger.

"I told you I had two younger samplings." Chase says softly not taking his eyes off Dylan. "Ya know this wouldn't be so bad someday."

Brooke leans her chin in his shoulder also looking down the tiny infant, "I know what you mean."

Payton steps forward, "Hand him over," she takes Dylan gently, "Hey you." She smiles down at the infant who sticks his fist from beneath the blue blanket. "You gonna punch me? Mommy done that ounce. Gave me a nice black eye." Dylan makes a gurgling noise at her, "I agree, I don't think it was very fun. Lets not talk about that okay? I'll tell you all those stories when you're older. And maybe teach you how to paint what do ya say? I think you got the hands of a painter."

Lucas steps forward gently taking the baby "Let me see the next Raven's star. Well one of them." He gently moves the blanket, "Oh yeah, you got the legs." The baby cries softly and Lucas covers him back up, "I would cry too if I were you, if I went through what you did. But I promise that you're gonna be okay little man." Lucas softly strokes the baby's cheek. "He's amazing Rachel." Lucas looks up and smiles at her, as she wipes tears.

Mouth takes Dylan, "Come to the only sane one in the bunch." A laugh goes up among them, and Mouth shakes his head looking at the infant, "See how they treat your Uncle Mouth? You are gonna be a sports announcer huh?" Dylan cries slightly as if to show is voice, "I hear ya Buddy. That's the voice of a sports announcer for sure. Yeah," Mouth rocks gently. "I know, welcome to the world of insanity. He's awesome Rachel. Want to hold him Skills?"

Skills looks down at the tiny infant, "You sure he ant breakable?"

"He isn't breakable." Heather says gently, "Take him."

Skills looks questioningly at her, but takes the infant who cries. "Alright know lets not make a fuss about it." Skills says gently looking down at the baby, who opens his eyes and looks at him, "He got Rachel's eyes. You gonna cause as much trouble? Ya know, there's one thing I can say about it little boller, there ant been a dull minute since she showed up in town. But she slowed down when she new you were on the way." Skills says as Dylan moves restlessly. "Okay, Bevin Baby you gotta take him, he's squirming."

Bevin laughs taking Dylan, "Don't listen to him. You squirm all you want, he's just not use to baby's. Course I guess he might wanta get use to it, seeing how we're gonna have one. But shh, don't tell him just yet." Skills eyes get big as everybody laughs slightly.

"Did she just say what I think she just said?" Skills looks at Mouth.

"I think she said she's pregnant." Mouth says hiding a smile.

"I think I need to set down." Skills say as Lucas moves a set under him.

"You okay Skills?" Lucas asks. Skills doesn't answer.

Bevin continues her conversation with Dylan, "I hope it's as beautiful as you, or wait how about handsome? Yeah handsome suits you. Just think, pretty soon you'll have two little cousins to get into trouble with."

Heather smiles snuggling into Mouth's chest. Slowly Cooper takes Dylan, "Well you've met them all, what do you think? I think your right, they're all crazy. Crazy about you." Cooper looks at Rachel, "You done so good Babe."

"We done good." Rachel smiles up at him, reaching out for Dylan, "Now hand him back, I am the one that spent 21 hours in labor."

"You had him the last nine months, when do I get my time?" Cooper asks handing Dylan back.

"When he needs a diaper change." Rachel says laughing slightly.

Slowly everybody trickles out, leaving only Rachel and Cooper with baby Dylan. Soon enough Cooper has also fallen asleep and Rachel relishes the first time she's actually alone with Dylan. Softly the cradles him to her chest, "I'll warn you I'm not prefect." She says looking down at Dylan's tiny sleeping face. "But together you and me can do this right Little man? You're worth everything I've given up, you're just simply perfect. I can't wait for you to get older, so I can tell you all about the world, it's a wonderful world. But it's much better with you here." She sighs when the nurse comes in, saying it time to wake Dylan for a feeding.

Two weeks pass quickly. Dylan is home, thriving, weighting in at seven pounds one ounce. Rachel had been beside herself when he lost nearly an ounce after birth, but the nurses assured her that it was perfectly normal. Not only had he gained it back, but he had gained an extra ounce to go with it. Heather had become increasingly sensitive. His waking every two hours had everybody on edge, but nobody more then Heather. The more he cried the more she cried, and nobody could really figure it out. Rachel was doing good, adjusting to the sleepless nights. At this very moment, she sits rocking him gently as he feeds. Heather watches her sister, "You're getting good at that."

"A letting him suck on my breast?" Rachel asks with a laughs.

Heather shakes her head, "The mommy thing." She says rubbing her stomach.

"You okay?" Rachel asks watching as Heather sets down in the rocking chair beside her leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

"Yeah, just tired today." Heather says not looking at her sister.

"He keeping you up all night?" Rachel asks moving to burp Dylan who protests.

Heather sucks in a breath rubbing her aching breasts, "Him, these two, night mares. You name it."

Rachel sighs, "Why don't you go lay down?"

"Why don't you?" Heather says finally looking at her sister. "I'm fine."

"Because this little fellow is hungry, and if he burps he can have some more." Rachel says rocking the still crying Dylan.

"Here." Heather holds her hands out to take the infant from its mother.

"Oh no, you can't be holding him. You're two days over due Heather." Rachel says.

"Hand him over Sis," Heather says reaching and taking Dylan carefully. She sets back with him on her chest, resting his lower body on her enormous stomach. She rocks gently humming to him. Dylan ceases crying almost instantly, and Rachel sighs.

"What am I doing wrong?' She asks after a moment.

"Nothing." Heather assures her, "He's just still hungry. And you're frustrated."

Rachel sighs, "I'm just tired."

Dylan burps and Heather hands him back to Rachel, "I know you are Sis." Ounce she's handed him back to Rachel, Heather leans forward slightly holding her lower abdomen.

Rachel looks up from Dylan, who has attached himself to her other breast, "Sis?"

Heather sets back, "I'm okay one of the baby's hit a nerve."

"They've been doing that a lot lately." Rachel says softly.

"Tell me about it." Heather sighs, "I'm just sick of being pregnant."

Brooke appears in the doorway watching the sisters, "Well there's enough room if you think you might want to let those two out."

Heather laughs slightly, "Talk to them. You left early this morning."

"I had something I had to do." Brooke says smiling slightly, and sweetly. "How's my little guy?" she bends down before Rachel watching Dylan.

"Hungry, and it hurts." Rachel says stroking the baby's cheek to encourage him to feed.

Brooke looks sympathetic, "When you get done let me take him, and both of you sleep."

Rachel nods gratefully, "If you want him."

Brooke takes over care of Dylan as Heather and Rachel go to lie down. Heather lies down in her own bed, only to feel Rachel lay down next to her. "I can't sleep without Cooper and everything for the baby in my room."

"You can rest here." Heather says softly, knowing that Rachel is worried about her and doesn't want to let her out of her sight.

Dylan wakes about five that afternoon, hungry ounce more. Heather's breasts ache as the babies move inside her. She watches out the window silent tears running down her cheeks. She holds her aching back, when she feels Mouth's arms around her. Quickly she wipes her tears, "What's wrong baby?" Mouth whispers in her ear.

"I'm tired, my back hurts, and every time Dylan cries it feels like my breasts are going to explode." Heather turns leaning against his chest, "I can't do this anymore Mouth. I can't be pregnant anymore." She sobs into his chest, "Everything hurts, and the babies are so active, and it hurts when they fight. I feel like a blimp. And the crying spells are no fun."

Mouth rubs soothing circles in her back, "What can I do?" He asks.

Heather shakes her head, "Nothing."

Mouth sighs, "There has to be something."

Brooke appears in the doorway, "Supper is ready if you're hungry." She notices the sobs coming from Heather, "What's wrong?"

Heather stands back gathering herself, "Nothing, just hormonal."

"Honey that's not hormonal. It's you being in pain, and I hate to see it." Mouth cups her face.

"Pain?" Brooke asks.

"She's complaining that everything hurts." Mouth sighs.

Brooke looks sadly at Heather, "Mouth, go run a warm bath, not hot but warm." She instructs, "And then call either the doctor or your Mom." Mouth nods and heads to start the bath. Brooke stirs Heather to the bed and sets her down, "You aren't cramping are you?"

"No, I'm just tired of being pregnant." Heather wipes her tears and looks down at her huge stomach.

Brooke puts an arm around Heather, "its okay." Heather leans her head onto Brooke shoulder.

Mouth comes back, "The bath is ready." He helps Heather up, and together they move to the bathroom. Mouth helps Heather get undressed as she can't reach her feet. Slowly he helps her lower her aching body into the tub, watching as she relaxes slightly. He goes back into the bedroom where Brooke is still standing. "She's in, I just don't know what to do for her."

"Me either, but after cheer practice when I'm aching, nothing feels better then a nice soak. I think you should call the doctor, and see if he'll see her." Brooke says, "I think she should be induced, and not only because I am dying to see those babies."

"She has an appointment day after tomorrow, but I could see if they could get her in tomorrow." Mouth says.

"Do that." Brooke says, "I'm gonna go fix her a plate, and bring it up here so she doesn't have to go all the way downstairs."

Brooke leaves and Mouth calls the doctor at home. Dr. McClain says to bring her in first thing in the morning, and if it gets worse then take her to hospital. Mouth thanks him, and goes to help Heather out of the bath. He finds her leaning back with her eyes closed. "The water's going to get cold."

Heather reaches out a hand opening her eyes, "I'm sorry Mouth."

"Sorry for what?" Mouth asks stroking her hair.

"For being so cranky." Heather says holding onto Mouth's hand.

"You're just not feeling good, I called the doctor and he wants to see you in the morning." Mouth says leaning in and kissing her on the forehead. "I might call my Mom and Karen and see if they have any ideas. But first I'm going to get you out, I don't want you catching a chill." Mouth helps her out of the tub, and helps her dry off and dress in comfortable PJ's.

Heather sets in the bed leaning against the head board covered up, when Brooke brings her plate in, followed by Rachel holding Dylan, Cooper, Chase and to Heather's surprise, Karen Roe. Karen gently sets down next to Heather on the bed, "Brooke called."

Heather sets up a little straighter, "The bath helped a little."

"What exactly is going on? They said you were hurting, but couldn't tell me where." Karen says gently.

Heather laughs slightly, "Everywhere."

Karen moves Heather's hair back slightly, "Is it hurting or cramping?"

"Hurting, well aching is more like it. It's not labor." Heather says watching everyone around her, "I'm fine."

Karen kisses Heather's temple, "Okay everybody out, I want to talk to Heather."

Everybody trickles, reluctantly out the room (Mouth included much to his own dismay) Brooke deposits the plate on the bed side table. "Fine?" Karen asks when everybody has left.

"I don't want them worrying. There's nothing they can do Karen, I'm just so tired of being pregnant." Heather blinks back tears. "And when Dylan cries my breasts feel like they are going to explode. Does that sound crazy?"

"Honey, I was two weeks over due with Lucas, I was miserable. And your breasts are aching because your body thinks you need to feed him. Your body is preparing for a big task." Karen puts a hand on her stomach, "Are the babies active?"

"Very, so much so that when Dylan's not screaming at night, they are keeping me up." Heather sighs.

"Okay here's the deal." Karen says motherly feeling both babies kick beneath her hand, "I'm going to call Mrs. McFadden, and you're either staying with them or with me. No escuses, you can't stay here. I know you love Dylan, but having a newborn and being pregnant don't mix."

Heather lays her head back drowsy, "I don't think I got much fight left in me Karen."

"Eat and rest Heather." Karen says kissing her forehead.

"Set with me while I eat?" Heather looks sideways at the older woman.

"As long as you need me." Karen assures the teen.

Finally Karen gets Heather settled in for the night, turning her attention to the new addition to the Gatina/Davis/McFadden/Scott household. Rachel is setting in the nursery rocking a screaming Dylan. "Could I give it a try?" Karen asks gently.

Rachel looks up gratefully, "He's been at it for thirty minutes and I can't figure out what's wrong."

"He's picking up that something is wrong." Karen says. "Here let me handle him, I got a little experience, then you go eat."

Rachel gets up handing Dylan to Karen, "Thank you."

Karen gently rocking Dylan, humming slightly to him, until his eyes get heavy. Ounce asleep she lays him in the crib with his name painted above it, turning on the baby monitor on the dresser, before picking up the receiver and heading down the stairs to join the others. Karen spends most of her evening with the group, giving tips to Rachel, who seems grateful. Finally Brooke walks her to the door. She hugs her, "God I'm going to miss you."

Karen laughs, "You'll be fine Brooke."

"I didn't know who else to call. I was so worried and scared, and you were the first person who came to mind." Brooke says.

"Call me any time." Karen says hugging the teen ounce more. "She'll be fine, they both will. And if you need a break and need to sleep then you know my door is always open."

"I know Karen." Brooke smiles at her.

Dylan wakes at two a.m., Cooper turns over, "I got him, go back to sleep." He says kissing Rachel on the forehead. Gently Cooper lifts the crying infant taking him into the nursery to start with a diaper change. "You really gotta start sleeping Bud." He says gently, "Mommy and Daddy need sleep." Dylan stops looking up at Cooper, "See not so hard huh?" Cooper removes the diaper, "You had be poopy when I went to change you huh?" He finishes with the diaper, "Okay lets get you fed, burped and both of us back to bed." Cooper heads down stairs, heating the bottle and setting on the couch to feed him. Upstairs Heather is standing ounce more at the window.