8 months later
"You have got to be kidding me!" Amanda called out from the dining room which was full of moving boxes. They had only just gotten the keys to their new rental home a few days ago and had been sleeping on a mattress on the floor whilst unpacking bit by bit due to John's hectic work schedule and Amanda's unbearable need to take a nap every two hours. This was the first real day he'd had off in weeks and they'd been trying to make the best of it and unpack as much as they could when, low and behold, Amanda was unloading a box of dinnerware and suddenly an onslaught of wetness rushed down her leg.
"What is it?!" John called out from the bedroom down the hallway. Amanda looked down to see her khaki colored pants stained a dark tan from her water breaking.
"Jesus Christ he's gonna freak out…" Amanda muttered to herself. She promptly laid the dishes back in the box and slowly made her way to the baby's room which was still unpainted but had the whole get up all prepared with a crib, changing table and closet full of clothes, half boy things half girl things since they still didn't know. She grabbed the hospital bag from the closet and made her way back to the bedroom where John was setting up their bed frame.
"Let's go." She told him promptly.
"What's going on?" he asked, setting the screwdriver down when he noticed the wet streak on her pants. He looked up at her, his brain slow to process what was happening. Amanda stood there patiently waiting for him to connect the dots and realize what was going on and when he did it was just as she suspected.
He freaked out.
"Holy shit!" he shouted and jumped to his feet, wrapping his arm around her shoulder he took the bag from her hands and led her from the room carefully but quickly, "are you okay? How do you feel? Don't go too fast! Let me help you." He was grilling her at a mile a minute. Amanda looked up at him lovingly before promptly smacking his thigh, irritated by his worrying.
"Baby I appreciate the support," she started, stopping them in the middle of the living room, "but I'm fine; it's not like I'm falling apart." She tapped his shoulder and walked towards the door, leaving him there to gawk at her.
"We have to take the Trans." She grabbed the keys off the little table next to the front door and walked out. John immediately bolted to the door and ripped it open to find her unlocking the driver's side door to his brand new Trans Am she'd saved up for and gotten him for his birthday a month ago. He rushed her and yanked the keys from her hand as she was preparing to get into the seat.
"Nope we're taking your car." He told her firmly, closing the door and walking over to the hideous Scirocco her mom had gotten for her as a graduation present.
"That piece of shit?!" She shouted at him. He turned and smiled widely at her; completely unwilling to get any of her 'pregnancy fluids,' as he'd called them so lovingly, on his new car.
"I love you babe but we're taking this." She stopped dead in her tracks and crossed her arms angrily, she wanted to take something comfortable not compact and smelly.
"Fine then I guess I'm having the baby in the driveway because I told you I wanted to take this and you seemed fine with it before." He stood there looking torn on what to do for a few seconds before rolling his eyes dramatically and huffing loudly.
"Damnit woman…" he groaned and sulked his way over to the shiny door of his second most beloved. He muttered something scathing underneath his breath that any other day Amanda would have called him out on but not today; she felt too hurried to be picking fights except when it came to the vehicle they were taking, that was a fight worth having.
Once her door was unlocked she sunk into the soft leather with a sigh, it was far superior in all ways compared to her god awful Scirocco that only served as a means to get to work and back. John was still mumbling angrily when he turned the keys and they backed out of the driveway but Amanda could tell deep down inside past his frustration he was excited as well as scared.
"Hey," she reached out and placed her hand on the back of his neck beneath his fine hair, he stopped what he was doing and turned towards her, their car half hanging out in the street, "this is going to be amazing baby, trust me." She whispered. He looked hesitant but after a few moments of staring into her eyes he smiled and leaned forward, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"I love you." He muttered and put the car in gear.
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15 hours later
After a grueling labor that had felt like an eternity of Amanda screaming at John and John getting fed up and storming out of the room only to return due to his inability to be away from her for too long, they held in their hands the fruits of their labor.
A baby girl.
"Is it supposed to look like a potato?" John muttered as Amanda stared lovingly down at Sherrie.
"Shut up John." She retorted in a loving voice so the baby wouldn't get upset. John laughed and kissed her on the head gently before diving in and lifting Sherrie from her arms. He'd barely been able to take his hands off her once she'd arrived much to Amanda's pleasure; she was just happy he was in a good mood about it.
"My Sherrie Berry," he cooed goofily, "my little princess who will want for nothing, who will never get her heart broken, who will find a good man that has to prove himself to daddy before anything else… who will not become a bitchy teenager!" he continued making Amanda roll her eyes.
"Your standards are far too high. Let's just let her be a kid and become whomever she wants." Amanda prompted and yawned, feeling more tired than ever before. John walked over to the clear bassinet and laid Sherrie down in it who looked like she was about to fall asleep and walked back over to Amanda, sitting down on the edge of the bed and taking her hand in his gently.
"Thank you Mandy, you've given me so much to live for. I love you more than words can say." He told her sincerely. Amanda smiled sleepily up at him and stroked his knuckles with her thumb.
"I love you too Johnny." He smiled down at her as she closed her eyes.
"So tell me," he nudged her over on the bed so he could lay down and rest in head in his hand looking down at her, his hand still holding hers, "did being bad feel good?" he asked.
"Don't think that we are going to stop being bad now Johnny boy," she muttered hoarsely, opening her eyes and smiling up at him, "you've got the rest of your life with me and we'll never stop being bad together." He laughed out loud and leaned down, pressing a heated kiss against her lips that made her wish she didn't have to spend time recovering.
"Sounds like a plan to me." He muttered against her smiling lips.
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