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Ch. 11

Jamie sighed. Eddie had kicked him out of the bed in favor of snuggling with her body pillow in the last few nights of her pregnancy. She was huge...but if anything, it had only made him love her more.

He decided to make her favorite pancakes for breakfast to surprise her, but not before standing in his - no, their bedroom doorway and watching his pregnant fiancee sleep. He half-smiled and let out a small sigh. Jamie was about to bring the food in, when he heard Eddie scream.

"Oh my God! What the hell is this? This hurts. Bad. Like really bad. Reagan! Get your ass in here!" She screamed.

Jamie ran in, to find Eddie cluctching her belly in pain.

"Oh God, it's time. Should I call Danny? I should call Danny" he said, more than slightly panicked and excited.

Eddie glared at him. "Get in the fucking car and take me to St. Vin's. Now."

Jamie grabbed their bag and picked Eddie up. They drove to the hospital in Jamie's car.

Eddie was breathing heavily and howling in absolute pain. Jamie hated to see her in this kind of agony, so he was honking the horn incessantly, and speeding through traffic like a madman.

Suddenly, sirens and lights flashed behind him. "Driver, pull over." said the voice over the speaker.

"Damnit!" Jamie exclaimed and pulled over against his better judgment.

Eddie rolled down the window screaming "NYPD business. Labor. Baby. Ticket us later...Oh Jamie it hurts."

The officer rolled up to Jamie's car, beginning to issue a summons for excessive speeding.

Jamie flashed his badge and was beginning to explain the situation when Eddie leaned forward.

"Look, Officer...whatever your name is...he knocked me up. I'm having the kid, and we need to go. It hurts like hell!"

The officer backed away and allowed them to go. Jamie began to pull away.

"Jamie stay. I need to push. Help me." Jamie's eyes widened. "Can't you wait to get to St. Vin's?"

Eddie reached down. "Nope. No, that is not an option. Your kid is coming now. I feel his big head."

Jamie ran out of the car and slammed the door. He opened Eddie's door and grabbed a blanket from the backseat.

"Guess we're having a baby, Janko." He laughed.

"The kid thinks he's - OWWWWW - funny."

The officer saw what was going on and ran over to help. Jamie asked him to radio for help. "Officer Bryant, we need a bus. And if you could get the PC down here that would be great, because his grandchild is about to be born in a New York City street."

The officer was quick to oblige, but not quick enough to get away without Eddie grabbing his hand, and breaking his index finger. "It hurts...oh my God it hurts."

Jamie smirked.

That's my girl.

Just as the ambulance arrived, tiny little Joseph Vincent Reagan made his way into the mean streets of Manhattan. Thankfully, his daddy was there to catch him. Jamie took off his shirt and wrapped little Joseph in his navy NYPD t-shirt, a sign of things to come, and his namesake. Still in his undershirt, Jamie cut the cord using his shoelace, and handed the little boy to a tired and incredulous Eddie, leaning against the blankets and car pillow.

"Jamie, we're never having sex again. Ever." Jamie raised his eyebrows.

"Ohh...but look at his little fingers! And his toes! And oh my God...his eyes! He's beautiful. I love him." Jamie smirked. "I was hoping you might. I think we kinda have to keep him." Eddie playfully punched him. "And I love you too, lambchop."

The EMTs ran over to tend to little Joseph, who weighed in at about a whopping nine pounds, and Officer Bryant, suffering from a broken finger.

And Jamie, who was a step away from hyperventilating.

They all went to the hospital via ambulance, met by Linda and a team of nurses.

Eddie was reluctant to let Joseph out of her sight. "I basically got stabbed in the gut for hours today. I want my kid, Reagan!" She wailed.

Jamie comforted her and reassured her. Linda winked. "I just need to check out the little guy and make sure he's doing ok. Plus, Aunt Linda needs to see him before Uncle Danny does."

Eddie chuckled.

"Only Jamie could have a kid born on a sidewalk."

"Danny!" squealed Eddie. Danny leaned down to the gurney and kissed her cheek and hugged Jamie.

"Boy or girl?" He asked.

Jamie reached for Eddie's hand, and they shared a sweet smile.

"A little boy. Joseph Vincent Reagan, nine pounds, two ounces." Jamie reported with a straight face, and a cracking voice.

Eddie smiled proudly. "He's a big boy."

"It's a boy!" Danny smiled and patted Jamie on the back. "Pop'll love this. Congratulations, you two." Jamie had a smile a mile wide.

A team of nurses wheeled Eddie into a recovery room, where she would be examined and allowed to breastfeed little Joseph.

Jamie smiled and held Eddie's hand as they got situated in the room.

"I'm proud of you, Eddie." He said with a smile, as he planted a kiss on her forehead. Linda carried her new nephew into the room, newly clothed with a onesie and an itty bitty hat, wrapped in a navy blue blanket that (of course) had the NYPD logo on it.

"Look at that, he's already in uniform! Sarge'll be proud" joked Eddie, who softened as Linda passed the bundle to her.

Eddie cradled their son in her arms, with his tiny blue eyes squinting open.

Jamie was fighting back tears, thinking "That's my son. I made that."

He watched as Eddie cradled Joseph in her arms, feeding him for the first time.

This is my family.

"He's a handsome little guy, isn't he?" Jamie asked.

A little while later, Eddie fell asleep and Jamie got to cradle their son.

"Hey Joe...Wow, it's been awhile since I've said that. So I'm your daddy, and you're going to be the most spoiled baby in the world. Ever. You see, you're named after two very brave men who would have loved you very much. Your uncle Joe, who died a few years ago, would have been over the moon for you. He'd have taught you baseball and how to make the meanest chili in Brooklyn. I'll only try to do my best to teach you those things. Then there's Vinny, my former partner. Before I met your mommy. He was killed, but he was one of the bravest men I've ever met. You have quite the namesake, son."

Jamie put his finger in Joseph's tiny fist, making the tiny infant squirm and curl closer into Jamie's chest. Making his heart melt straight into a puddle.

"Son."

Jamie looked up and saw his own dad at the door.

"Hey dad." he whispered.

Frank walked in and sat in the chair next to Jamie.

"It's a boy, dad...we named him Joseph. Joseph Vincent Reagan."

Jamie smiled at the little guy sleeping contentedly on his chest. "And if he eats anything like his mother, he'll be a very big boy indeed."

Frank smiled at the name and patted his son on the shoulder. "You're a very lucky man, son."

Jamie passed the little guy to Frank, who despite having a Tom Selleck-esque build and composure, nearly broke down into tears. "Even looks a bit like Joe when he was born."

Frank held him close and he and Jamie rose from their chairs. "Let's let the rest of the family meet him." Jamie suggested.

Frank passed the baby back to Jamie. The three generations of Reagans walked to the waiting room.

"It's a boy...Joseph Vincent Reagan" Jamie announced joyfully, with a huge smile on his face.

Danny peered at the little guy. "Oh, he's going to be scampering around with Jack and Sean in a few years. He has fight in him."

Erin just smiled, misty eyed at her baby brother with his infant son. "How's Eddie doing, little brother?"

Jamie peered back behind him. "She's out cold. I mean, she did deliver a baby on the sidewalk of the East Village today." Erin chuckled.

Finally, once the family had their fill, Jamie brought Joseph back to his mama's room. Eddie stirred a little bit and reached for Joseph, half-asleep.

"We make cute kids, Reagan." She mumbled.

He chuckled. "Yeah we do. Plus now this one can be in our wedding."

Eddie's eyes opened wide. "Oh man, the wedding. I have to diet before that, right? To fit into a stupid gown."

Jamie smiled. "If it makes you feel any better, I like you the way you are. Even if you diet, I know you'll bring a suitcase of Ho-Hos on our honeymoon."

Eddie laid the baby in the crib.

"I never thought I'd actually be a mom, Jamie. But it's actually the best feeling."

He kissed her forehead. "Mmm-hmm."

They both held each other as they fell asleep.