A/N: Ok, last update til Monday. I'm gonna be out of town this weekend. Hope you like this chapter and I hope the name lives up to your expectations. :)

Shattered Glass 16

Sonny lay impatiently in her bed as she and her mom waited for a nurse to arrive with a wheelchair to take Sonny to the NICU. When the nurse finally got there, Sonny climbed into the wheelchair with help from her mother, still in pain from the labor.

The three of them—Sonny, Connie, and the nurse—made their way to the NICU. Sonny grinned when she saw the sign labeled "Munroe." That tiny baby in there was her daughter.

She and her mother put on their gowns and masks, washed their hands, and went inside the large room. Sonny felt a ping of sadness realizing how many babies were in there.

She stood from her wheelchair—she didn't care how much pain she was in; she wanted to stand up, and she was stubborn—and walked toward the plastic box that held her baby. She saw the holes in the sides of the container and asked, "Can I touch her?" The nurse nodded.

Sonny stuck her hand in the box and gently caressed her daughter's hand. The baby stirred but didn't wake.

"She's absolutely perfect," Sonny told her mom softly.

"She looks like you," Connie said. "Other than the blonde hair."

Sonny nodded but silently disagreed. She could only see Chad. Sonny smiled, though, feeling her daughter's hair. It was so soft. She couldn't help but subconsciously wish, however, that her hair was brown.

"I wonder what color eyes she has," Sonny mused, subtly hoping they were her own brown ones as well.

As Sonny held the tiny hand of her child in her own, she stated, "She needs a name."

Connie nodded. "Do you have any ideas?"

Sonny stared at the baby while she thought. While at home doing nothing, she had researched names. She narrowed down the choices in her head.

"I like Kalea," Sonny told her mom, "but I think I'm going to use it as her middle name."

"I like it," Connie smiled. "What about a first name?"

Sonny bit her lip. "I was thinking…what about Kenzie?" Sonny glanced at her mother, gauging her reaction. She looked shocked.

"Kenzie, as in Mackenzie? After…?" Connie trailed off.

Sonny nodded. "But traditionally speaking, the prefix 'Mac' is masculine, so Kenzie would be her full name instead—Kenzie Kalea Munroe. What do you think?"

Connie was surprised that Sonny wanted to name her daughter after the person who hurt her so much. But little did she know Sonny felt guilty. She wondered if she had made the right decision when she told Chad to stay away from her. She wondered if her daughter really did need a father.

"If that's the name you like," Connie told Sonny, "then I love it. It's beautiful."

Sonny smiled. "Excuse me," she prompted the nurse, "when can I fill out the birth certificate?"

"I can call to have someone bring it right now. You'll have to do it outside, though."

Sonny nodded and replied, "Okay."

She stayed with Kenzie as she waited for the birth certificate, hesitantly leaving her daughter's side as the person who was bringing it arrived.

"Will you be the witness?" the man asked Connie, who nodded. "Okay, Allison, just fill out these areas."

Sonny did as she was told but stopped when she got to the section labeled "Father."

"Do I have to put the father's name down?" Sonny asked.

"Are you aware of who the father is?" the doctor asked. Sonny nodded. "Then, by federal law, you're required to list his name and then his DNA will be collected to confirm the paternity."

"Okay," Sonny said softly. She somewhat turned away from the doctor and slowly wrote "Chad Dylan Cooper" under the 'father' section. Sonny sighed. She could sense the chaos that was to come.

Sonny frowned as she filled out her education level and her marital status. It shamed her to think that she would probably never finish high school.

As she finished filling out her daughter's birth certificate, she signed it - oh, how she remembered the days when she used to sign her name for autographs - and handed it to the doctor.

"Alright, your baby has officially been born," the doctor laughed. "Congratulations."

Sonny smiled. "Thanks."

As the doctor walked away, Sonny buried her face in her hands. "Damn it," she mumbled. "Damn damn damn! Why is it so necessary for them to know who the father is? Isn't that my business?" Sonny complained to her mom.

"I'm sure they have some excuse as to why it's their business. It just seems unfair."

"This is going to turn into a huge mess. They have to get his DNA." Sonny groaned. She sat with her face in her hands for a few more minutes before standing up.

"I'm, uh, gonna go back in and see Kenzie again."

Connie nodded and followed her daughter into the room.

A/N: So what do you think of the name? That law, btw, IS a real law, BUT it's NOT an American law…I did some research on how I could make this plotline work & I saw this law from England & decided that I have the creative right to pretend it's an American law. Haha. Anyway, so yeah I didn't just pull it out of thin air. Haha. :P