AN: Thank you everyone for the favs, follows, and reviews! So here it is; the birth of baby Westen! Since that is the case, I must forewarn you that if you think babies are delivered by storks or the miracle of birth makes you a little squeamish, you might want to scroll past those parts that go into some details of childbirth. It's not explicit National Geographic detail, but just enough to have it understood of what is taking place.

Happy reading :)


After searching all three floors of the building, Michael returned to the office cubicle that Fiona was hunkered down in with an armload of stuff, including a water cooler jug that was half full.

"This was all I could find," Michael explained as he spread the supplies out on the abandoned desk.

"Well at least we have water. We'll make it work Michael, like we always do. After all, this isn't the first time we've found ourselves in a bad situation," Fiona consoled before she placed a kiss to his cheek.

"I've been through a lot Fi, but I've never delivered a baby before," Michael admitted before he locked eyes with her. "I'm scared Fiona, for you and the baby. Your due date isn't until next week, what if...what if something happens because she's early?"

Fiona cupped his cheek. "She'll be fine, it's only a week. Some people have babies born much sooner than this."

"Not in an office building," Michael grumbled.

"I have complete faith in you Michael," Fiona confessed but she could tell her words weren't encouraging Michael at all.

With a deep sigh, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts before she stopped on the name she wanted. Michael eyed her suspiciously as she pressed the call button and waited until a male voice answered.

"Hey Campbell, it's Fiona."

Michael went rigid when he realized Fiona had called her ex-boyfriend until he remembered Campbell was a medic.

"Listen, you know I wouldn't have called if it wasn't an emergency."

"What do you need, Fiona," Campbell asked.

"Well you see, Michael and I are in a bit of a situation and I'm in labor."

"Labor? You're pregnant?" Campbell questioned before he realized how stupid it sounded.

Fiona rolled her eyes. "Yes Campbell I'm pregnant, although not for very much longer. We can't get to a hospital so could you please explain to Michael what he needs to do to deliver this baby as safely as possible."

"Are you sure you can't get to a hospital or any kind of medical facility?"

"I'm afraid not," Fiona sighed.

"I can try to get to you…"

"No Campbell, you can't reach us; no one can."

"I don't even want to know what you guys got yourselves into this time." Campbell took a deep breath and sighed. "How far apart are the contractions?"

"About twelve minutes, and my water broke about twenty minutes ago."

"Are you full term?"

"My due date is next Saturday," Fiona confessed. "But Dr. Lopez said she's dropped into position and it was only a matter of time."

"Okay, put Michael on the phone."

Fiona smiled. "Thanks Campbell. Make sure you give Michael details; he likes details," Fiona suggested before she handed the phone to Michael.

After a twenty minute conversation with Campbell, Michael felt more at ease about delivering their baby if it came down to it. Campbell gave Michael detailed instructions on how to check Fiona to see how effaced and dilated she was and when she'd be allowed to push. He also explained how to cut the umbilical cord and clean the baby's airway along with other tidbits if she were to deliver. Before he hung up, Campbell informed Michael if any issue arose to call him and he'd help as best as he could over the phone.

Michael peeked out the window to see Carlos and his minions hadn't budged. A moan from Fiona had him sprinting to her side but she batted him away.

"Damn it Michael I'm not feeble!" Fiona snapped.

"I suppose this is the part where you tell me this is all my fault," Michael jabbed playfully.

"No, we're equal in this. As a matter of fact, I think we should share this experience together," Fiona said smoothly before she slammed her elbow into Michael's stomach. A sharp grunt escaped his lips as he hunched over in pain and Fiona smiled. "There, now your gut hurts like mine does."


Three hours passed by and Fiona's contractions were about two minutes apart. Carlos never called back and Michael figured he was just waiting them out like a game of chicken. At the moment though Michael really didn't care; his focus was solely on Fiona as her labor progressed quicker than either of them had expected.

She was currently seated backwards on a wooden chair that Michael had found in the building with her arms wrapped around it in a death grip. He rubbed her lower back as another contraction tore through her body.

"God Michael I have felt all kinds of pain in my life but this…I think I'd rather be shot right now," Fiona admitted breathlessly. "Or stabbed repeatedly with a dull knife. I don't know how much more of this I can take."

"You're a strong woman, Fi; you can get through this," Michael murmured as he gently brushed back her sweat-soaked hair from her face. "Do you remember that time in Dublin when we were running from the law and we had to cross a river in order to reach the forest on the other side? The water was freezing and it was so cold outside but we couldn't stop; we had to keep going or else we'd get caught. When we reached the forest we climbed way up into that big tree to wait the authorities out. Hours went by as we listened to them scour the woods for us and the temperature outside dropped even more. Somehow we positioned ourselves that you were wrapped around facing me in the Y of this tree but it didn't seem to be enough to keep us warm. We were shivering so hard that I thought we would fall out of that tree and die of hypothermia. I had decided that I was going to turn myself in just to buy you enough time to get someplace warm but you stopped me with one simple sentence. Do you remember what you said to me?"

Fiona brushed away the errant tear that slipped down her cheek as Michael talked about their past before a watery smile ghosted her lips and she nodded. "I told you that I would rather endure a nighttime of pain and misery to experience something wonderful than a lifetime of safety and caution to feel nothing at all."

"And when I asked what was so wonderful about the situation you said..."

"Being in your arms under a starry night sky."

Michael chuckled before he offered a warm smile. "So tell me Mrs. Westen, isn't this pain and misery worth the wonderful reward of holding our daughter in your arms?"

Fiona nodded but before she could say anything, another contraction hit her hard. With renewed focus though, she managed to breathe through the pain until it passed.

"Thank you Michael," Fiona expressed before she furrowed her brows. Michael watched in concern as her face took on a quizzical expression. "Michael, something's different."

His eyes showed alarm. "What do you mean something's different?"

"I mean, I feel this overwhelming pressure down there," Fiona tried to explain.

"Campbell said your body would tell you what to do. You might be ready to push but I need to check first."

Michael helped Fiona settle down on the floor and he checked her as Campbell had instructed him to do before he suddenly inhaled sharply.

"Michael what is it? What's wrong?" Fiona questioned worriedly.

"I...I can feel her head." Tears brimmed in his eyes and he couldn't help but smile. "Fiona, you're ready. On the next contraction, start pushing."

Fiona nodded as she started to sob uncontrollably. "I'm scared Michael," Fiona whispered.

"Everything will be okay Fi; I promise," Michael consoled.

"What if it's not? What if the cord is wrapped around her neck or she's not breathing or…"

"Fiona stop. You can do this; we can do this and if our daughter is anything like you, she'll come out strong and fighting," Michael encouraged.

He watched as Fiona accepted his words with a nod of her head before another contraction tore through her. She planted her feet against his knees and he held his arm out for her to grab on to. Michael's arm muscles bulged as he helped pull Fiona forward while her own muscles strained to push through the contraction.

"That's it Fi, you're doing great," Michael praised. "I can see the top of her head! She has my hair," Michael expressed as foreign emotions started to swirl inside him.

It didn't take long for his daughter's head to clear. Michael took off his polo shirt in between contractions, leaving him in only an undershirt.

"Maybe one or two more pushes Fi and then it's over," Michael encouraged.

"I swear to God Michael when I get my strength back I will kick your ass for putting me through this!" Fiona screamed before she bore down with the little strength she had left.

"There's the spitfire Irish woman I married," Michael exclaimed as he cradled the newborn's head while one of her shoulders cleared.

With a final push, their daughter slid right into Michael's waiting arms and he quickly used cut rubber bands and a pair of scissors to tie off and cut the umbilical cord. With a hollowed out stress ball, the tube of a pen, and scotch tape, Michael had created a makeshift bulb to suck the fluids out of the newborn's nose and mouth. It only took a couple of suctions before the infant started to wail. Michael wrapped his daughter up tightly in his discarded shirt as tears started to trickle down his face.

"She's beautiful Fiona," Michael sobbed before he handed her over to his wife.

Fiona cradled their daughter against her chest and the newborn instantly quieted down. Michael carefully cleaned up mother and child as best as he could with what little he had before he called Campbell to let him know it all went well.

He risked a peek out the window and saw that Carlos was still hanging out with his crew, so he dialed Sam's phone.

"Mikey we're almost there buddy," Sam said as he answered the phone.

"Good. We'll be on the third floor in one of the south office cubicles. Come and get us when everything is settled," Michael explained and hung up before Sam could question him further.

"That wasn't very nice Michael. They're going to have a heart attack when they see her," Fiona chastised as she looked down at their newborn daughter.

Michael flashed his winning smile and Fiona chuckled. He made his way over and settled in behind her against the wall. Fiona reclined back against his chest and sighed in contentment as she admired the life that they had created. Michael reached around Fiona to stroke his daughter's soft head of fine black hair.

"I thought you would be the only girl to ever own my heart Fi, but I'm afraid you're going to have to share it now," Michael confessed as he watched his daughter stretch her uncoordinated arms out.

"I don't mind sharing as long as you don't mind sharing my heart as well," Fiona expressed as she grabbed her daughters tiny hand and brought it to her lips.

"Not at all," Michael admitted before he placed a chaste kiss to Fiona's head.


Jesse, Sam, and Mr. Mendoza arrived about ten minutes after Michael had called. Carlos just about wet himself when he realized that Michael wasn't lying. Mr. Mendoza simply told the entire cartel to head back to headquarters and he took the frightened Carlos into his car before they drove away.

Once everyone left, Sam and Jesse made their way into the building. When they got to the third floor, Sam started to call out for them.

"Mike? Fi? You guys up here?"

Michael didn't want to yell for fear of his daughter's delicate ears, so he waited until Sam moved closer to their location.

"Sam, we're in here," Michael said softly.

"Oh thank God brother I was starting to thi…"Sam stopped talking and froze when he entered the room. Jesse crashed into his back at his abrupt halt and was about to argue with him until he saw what caused Sam's reaction.

"Oh my God, we gotta get you to a hospital!" Jesse cried out frantically.

"Relax Jesse we're fine," Fiona explained as she caressed her newborn's arm.

The two men cautiously approached the family before kneeling down beside them.

"Boy or girl?" Sam asked.

"I have a daughter," Michael stated proudly. "Her name is Riley."

"Riley Madeline Westen," Fiona added.

"She's beautiful," Jesse complimented as he peered down at the tiny bundle.

"Leave it to your kid to be born in an abandoned building while entrapped by a drug cartel," Sam joked.

"Let's get you guys outta here. Do you have a hospital preference?" Jesse asked.

"Just take us to the closest one Jesse," Michael responded.

"Sam, would you like to hold your niece for a minute?" Fiona offered.

"Would I? What kind of question is that?" Sam retorted as he reached out and gently took the small bundle into his arms. "Hey there little darlin, I'm your Uncle Sammy."

Jesse helped Fiona to her feet and Michael got up behind her.

"Can you walk or would you like me to carry you?" Michael questioned in concern.

"I'm not paralyzed Michael," Fiona scowled but as she took a couple steps she felt incredible pain shoot through her. "I take that back. Carrying might not be such a bad thing."

Michael chuckled as he scooped his wife carefully up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed contently before she placed her head against his chest and closed her eyes. Jesse led the way as Michael and Sam followed behind with their precious cargo.


Disclaimer: The Macgyver-like tools that were used are for entertainment purposes only. I would not recommend using them on a real newborn :P