Chapter 13

The Warblers sat in the Warbler hall one month after winning Regionals. They were mainly relaxing and waiting for news from Wes and David who had gone for another scan after the Dr. wanted to double check something. Thad hissed quietly beside Trent. Thad was lying of the sofa, his large bump a mountain on his body. "Trent, please tell your daughter to practice kicking a football after daddy has her. She's killing my ribs here." A few boys nearby who had been talking to Trent chuckled; all they seemed to see of Thad was their daughter kicking him from the inside. To Thad it had been cute at first but now it was just a constant ache.

With five weeks to go in his pregnancy Thad was looking forward to being able to wear his favourite jeans again but not as much as he was looking forward to finally holding cupcake. Names were not easy to think of when you knew the baby would be stuck with it for their whole lives. Trent was lucky, but Thad really didn't know what his parents were thinking when they named him, although, in all honesty they were most-likely high.

Thad sighed, unable to get comfortable and sat, stretching he got to his feet. "Bathroom?"

"No, I'm gonna take a walk, it usually sooths the kicks and movement and she's pretty active today." He ran his hand over the bump and kissed Trent before walking outside into March weather. Honestly Thad was scared, it was nearly his due date as the baby would most likely be early due to his body type and size and his Braxton Kicks were getting worse, he was worried they were real contractions until he rang Sylvia a week earlier and she told him not to worry.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain and doubled over, that was more than Braxton Hicks, he knew for sure. When it eventually passed he got up and tried to find his way back to the choir room but when the pain struck again he collapsed against a wall for support. Suddenly a boy on the Lacrosse team who Thad had been close to was at his side.

"Thad! God are you OK, what's wrong?" He clenched his teeth and breathed through the pain, but let out a cry when he felt damp on his legs, he looked down.

"No, this can't be- too early- no, no, no, Michael, I need Trent, please, he's in Warbler hall, quick."

"On it."

Wes and David had returned with grins like Cheshire Cat's. The scan showed that Wes was carrying triplet babies. But with the odd angles the other couldn't be seen on the last scan. Wes had made a comment about feeling more than one set of kicks but put it down to tiny little fists. How wrong he'd been. They were showing the Warblers scans Thad the new scans with their three children when a sophomore, Michael from the Lacrosse team burst through the door. "Trent!"

"What's wron-?"

"It's Thad, I saw him like, doubled over, then he said he was fine but then he sorta wet himself and started crying for me to come get y-" Trent was past Michael before the younger boy knew what was happening. "Wait, you don't know where he is!"

Finding Thad Trent went to action, pulling out his phone he dialed, "Jeff, go get the overnight bag from my and Thad's room, I'm taking him in, tell Wes." Hang up, "come on, let's go, Michael help me to the car," he dialed again. "Lynda? It's Thad; he's like sorta in labor. I know it's early, but we knew it was possible... See you soon." He called his mom who said she was on the first flight back before calling Sylvia, she told him where to go and she would meet him there. With Thad strapped in Trent drove, he drove like hell. Once they arrived Sylvia was waiting and got Thad to a room. There had been much cursing and pained threats towards Trent and his genitals spilling from Thad's mouth, Niff who were in the same car had laughed, until he began to threaten them too. They concluded that Thad in labor was scarier than just pregnant hormonal Thad.

"Sylvia, he hasn't had the shot, he wasn't due the shot for another week."

"We'll have to do a Cesarean."

"But it's too early altogether-"

"Trent, his water broke, it's now or never, and without the shot, the baby will suffocate."

"Do, it, please, don't make me lose them."

"I won't Trent. Scrub up."

"What?"

"You didn't think I'd make you wait out here? You can hold his hand, come on, hurry up, your daughter needs you," those were the magic words, making Trent grin. In scrubs he and Sylvia entered the OR and he stood By Thad's head, whispering soothing words, and holding his hand.

"Why is he awake?" He asked nervously.

"It's risky to put him under at this stage. He and the baby will be safer with him awake." Trent nodded.

"Baby, I'm scared," Thad whimpered as the surgeons prepped him for the procedure.

"It's gonna be OK, in a few minute, we're gonna be dads. Everything will be fine."

"Trent," he whimpered, Trent stroked his hair in an attempt to calm him.

"Try singing to him," Sylvia encouraged, "it may help, we need him as calm as possible for this." Trent nodded and looked down at his boyfriend, kissed his temple and began to sing.

(A/N Genius song suggestion from Eraman, Thank you so much Darling)

"I'll be your candle on the water
My love for you will always burn
I know you're lost and drifting
But the clouds are lifting
Don't give up you have somewhere to turn

I'll be your candle on the water
'Till ev'ry wave is warm and bright
My soul is there beside you
Let this candle guide you
Soon you'll see a golden stream of light
A cold and friendless tide has found you
Don't let the stormy darkness pull you down
I'll paint a ray of hope around you
Circling in the air
Lighted by a prayer

I'll be your candle on the water
This flame inside of me will grow
Keep holding on you'll make it
Here's my hand so take it
Look for me reaching out to show
As sure as rivers flow
I'll never let you go
I'll never let you go
I'll never let you go..."

As he finished there was a cry piercing the room and Thad smiled, "It's a girl," a voice said and Trent kissed Thad again.

"I love you."

"Love you too." They whispered. "Go to her. Please." Trent nodded.

"Thad, she's beautiful," he said breathless, she was tiny, and clearly had a set of good lungs on her and her head was topped by thick black curls.

"Would you like to hold her?" He nodded and held his arms out for the wrapped up baby. As soon as she settled in his arms her crying quietend as he whispered to her.

"Hey, daddy's here don't cry sweetie," her tiny fist gripped his index finger and a tear excaped his eyes. Thad smiled as they stitched him up and wheeled his to recovery.

"Trent, stay with her."

"I will." He stayed with Sylvia as she weighed and measured their daughter.

"She's perfect, no signs she was early, maybe we calculated the conception wrong. Was there another time you didn't use protection?"

"There was a time the condom broke, but he took a pill, it was about three weeks earlier."

"Well, judging by these measurements she's about that size. Sorry about that Trent-"

"Don't worry; his grandma said his mother had the same complications. Can I?"

"Oh, yes, of course, sorry."

"Hey cutie," he cooed. "Let's go find papa, huh?" She merely snuggled closer to Trent, now she was dressed in an onsie and didn't need to be wrapped up her fist grasped at his shirt.