Four years later…

I turned over and faced Reid, he was still asleep. I glanced over his shoulder and looked at the alarm clock. It read 4:00am. I frowned at it; I usually wasn't even up by five. I looked at Reid again and closed my eyes. Only to have them shoot open again. I bolted out of bed and ran into the bathroom that joined our bedroom. I ran to the toilet. I emptied the contents of my stomach and groaned I knew I shouldn't have let Reid cook that chicken.

Reid came rushing into the bathroom and held my hair.

"I'm sorry Lee…this has been happening awhile, don't you think you should go to the doctor?" he asked, as he rubbed my back. I shook my head. Just then I felt my eyes bulge out of my sockets.

"Reid…" I trailed off, I glanced up at him. He froze. His gaze darted to me, to the toilet to my belly to my face again. He jumped up from his kneeling position next to me. I ran out of the bathroom and went to my dresser and threw on a jogging suit.

"Do you….you…might…are you sure…I…I…" he came and stood in front of me gripping me by the shoulders.

"I'm gonna go and see, I'll be back in few minutes," my voice was shaky. He kissed me on my forehead.

"What ever the out come Leila, I love you," he said. I smiled and took the steps two at a time.

Twenty minutes later I was back in our bathroom pacing back and forth waiting for a plus or minus to show up. There was a pounding on the door.

"Lee let me in! I'm your husband! I should be able to know, I'm responsible for half of it!" he yelled. I giggled as I glanced at the door. I looked at the stick in font of me and the smiled was wiped from my face. Finally the last minute was up. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath and let it out. I held the stick up and looked at the sign.

Tears rushed to my eyes as I slowly put it in the trash. I opened the bathroom door. Reid stood there clad in nothing but his boxers.

"Lee?" he stepped towards me cautiously. I flung my arms around his neck and we both fell back on the bed.

"We're gonna have a baby!" I screeched. He held on to my waist, and kissed me. He laughed along with me.

Nine months later…

I screamed in frustration and in pain. I heard Reid gasp in pain as I squeezed his hand harder turning it to another shade of purple.

"Reid," I cried as I gritted my teeth together to keep myself from screaming out again.

"I'm here Leila, I'm here," he said as he comforted me, wiping away the sweat that had collected on my forehead.

"Okay, Mrs. Garwin I need you to push again," the midwife said, my heart still skipped beat every time someone called me by that name. I grunted as I sat forward and pushed. What seemed like a life time later and it only be six minutes, a baby's cry echoed through out the room. I took a breath and opened my eyes. I cried out with joy as I saw Reid cut the cord.

"It's a boy!" he laughed. I sighed in relief as some of the pressure resided.

"Okay, here comes the next one," the midwife said. Another midwife took away our first baby to get him cleaned up. Reid was right back at my side again holding on to my hand. We decided early on that we didn't want to know the gender of the baby or babies I should say. And to my joy my next baby was a girl.