Epilogue

"Deckard, I think it's time," Ella said as she grasped his arm with one hand, her other on her large stomach as she took a deep breath.

"Freysa," Deckard shouted as he turned to place a hand on Ella's stomach, his anxiety reaching its peak since he'd lost his last love to childbirth, "Ella is in labor!" he shouted again because she wasn't coming quick enough.

Ella smiled at him as her contraction faded, "Calm down, Babe."

Freya arrived at the scene, pulling off her glasses to reveal her one good eye, "She is due so there is no reason not to prepare for the birth. I am glad Joseph brought you all here so we could do this right this time," she added as she placed both of her hands on Ella's stomach, "The baby's position is good. Take off your pants and underwear so I can assess your progress," she turned to her young apprentice, Joe's girlfriend, "Get me a blanket, Dear."

As Ella finished pulled off her clothing, a blanket was placed on her as she laid back and reached for Deckard's hand, squeezing it tightly because she was scared too.

Freysa reached inside of her, "It won't be long. Breathe through the pain and call for me when you feel immense pressure."

Ella nodded as they left and she was alone with Deckard once more just as another contraction took over her body. She breathed through her teeth as she waited on it to pass. Deckard was a wreck beside her, running his free hand through his grey hair.

When it passed, she looked at him, "Hun, I need you to calm down because I can't do this if you're freaking out too. Please take a real breath for me."

He inhaled fully before smiling at her, "I'm sorry. I'm just nervous but you're in good hands and I can be strong for you," he promised as he leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead even though it was already covered with beaded sweat.

Hours passed before Ella felt as though her lower half would fall off and she yelled out for Freysa. She came immediately and lifted the blanket, a smile showing on her lips, "You're ready to push. When I say it you push as hard as you can until I tell you to stop. Got it?"

Ella looked at Deckard, finally nervous but he gave her hand a squeeze as he smiled at her tenderly, "I'm ready," she agreed.

Ella pushed three times before the baby was safely out, "It's a boy," Freysa revealed as she began checking to make sure Ella was ok after laying the baby on her chest.

"We did it," Deckard whispered looking at Ella and the baby, "I'm so proud of you. Is she going to be ok?" he asked.

Freysa nodded, "She did perfectly. She was built for this," she said as she scooped up the baby, "I'll bring him back in just a moment after we clean him up."

Ella nodded as she looked back at Deckard, tears in both of their eyes, "What do you want to name him?"

Deckard didn't reply immediately as he leaned down and placed his lips to hers, his stress leaving his body now that he knew she was ok. When he pulled away, Freysa placed the baby back in Ella's arms, clean and wrapped up.

"He looks like an Elvis," Ella said with a grin as she looked at Deckard, remembering him playing Elvis songs constantly during their time in Vegas.

Deckard grinned back at her, "How about Aaron? That was his middle name," he said as he looked down at the baby, wrapping his arms protectively around both of them.

The End