Freddie's POV

I'm flipping pancakes just waiting for the scent to wake up Sam. She sleeps like a rock, there could be an earthquake and she would still be sleeping but if breakfast was in the air…

Just as I expected, a tired Sam waddled into the kitchen.

"Pancakes?" She asks hopefully and half asleep.

A sleepy smile spreads across her face. "Awesome. I'm going to brush my teeth real quick, my breath is killing me." She walks out of the kitchen to find the bathroom.

I'm sliding the last of the fresh pancakes onto a big plate when I hear a yelp from the other side of the house, where the bathroom is.

I drop the pancakes and run to the bathroom where I find the door shut and locked. "Sam?" I yell through the door. "Are you okay?"

"Freddie, I think the baby is coming!" She says in a shaky voice.

"Like now?" I croak.

"No, next Tuesday, I just felt like warning you- what the hell? Yes, now!"

'Okay, Okay, I've got this, it'll be great' I say to myself pacing hallway. Sam opens the bathroom door and I see her pants are wet. 'Gross' is the last thing that runs through my mind when I pass out.

I'd seen women go into labor in movies but it was definitely a different experience to be there in person. We are currently in a green hospital room and Sam lies in the hospital bed with me at her side and holding her hand.

The doctor confirms that Sam is having the baby but it isn't time to, well, push.

"Wow, this happening." Sam says with a smile but her eyes show she's scared.

"Everything will go fine and then we can take home our new baby girl and start our life as a family." My finger traces circles on her hand to soothe her.

She smiles real big. "That sounds so-

Her sentence is cut short by a contraction that makes her scream and her hand crushes my fingers in hers causing me to scream as well. The two of are screaming for about thirty seconds when she releases my hand and slumps back against the pillows.

I'm tending to my mangled fingers when an irritated Sam barks at the nurse, "When are you going to do your job and get this kid out!"

The nurse however remains unphased by Sam's harsh tone and replies, "We are nearing the time for the delivery. Just try to relax."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Sam screams.

"Calm down, Sam. It's going to be great." I try with less confidence to calm her down.

"Shut up, Fredwart! You don't have a tiny person trying to squeeze through your-

She gets another contraction and is back to screaming.

"Okay," The nurse addresses me, "your wife's contractions are close enough together. I will find the doctor." And she leaves me alone with a livid, screaming Sam.

"Okay Sam. It's showtime." I take her hand and push her hair behind her ear.

"No! I changed my mind, I'm not ready to do this." She whimpers.

I look her in the eyes and say with confidence "Sam, you can do this."

There is yelling. Lots of yelling.

Sam is squeezing my hand so hard I fear it's broken. The doctor commands Sam to push while the nurse instructs her breathing and Sam yells profanities and names at me that I've never even heard before. She even mustered up the time to punch me in the arm twice.

"Mr. Benson, the baby is almost here if you'd like to see."

"Uh, I really don't-

"Freddie, look at the baby!" Sam screeches.

"No, it's gross, I'm scared." I might pass out again.

Sam gives me a blow to the stomach and a fierce growl.

Reluctantly and slightly hunched over from the punch to the gut, I hobble over to the doctor's side but keep my eyes pinched shut.

And then there is a cry. I tiny cry. It seems to cut the noise of the loud, busy hospital room. That's Jane crying and she's all I hear.

My eyelids slide open and out of the corner of my eye I see the small form of the baby being held by the doctor but I can't look closely because the nurse is shoving scissors into my hands to cut the baby's umbilical cord.

"Erg, I really don't think-

"For goodness sake, Fredbut, just do it!" Sam yells.

I rush through my job with scissors trying to keep from passing out. The baby wails from her place at the sink with nurse.

I look to Sam and she's laid back on the hospital bed looking exhausted with strands of hair stuck to her head with sweat. I turn back to the nurse who is about to wrap the baby in a blanket. I actually look at my baby laying on the counter…and scream.

Sam snaps up, suddenly alert. "What wrong?"

"I-It's the…she…there's-

"Spit it out!"

"Our daughter has a penis!"

"What!"

The doctor looks at us confused. "I don't think you two understand. You didn't give birth to a girl. You have a healthy baby boy."

Well this was fun to write. Let me know your thoughts :)