"AArrrGgGHHHhhHHhhH!"

"It's going to be all right Ash. Just a few more. Come on Ash! You can do it!"

Sweat was dripping from the brunette's forehead. The grip she had on Spencer's hand couldn't be any tighter as she tried to take her mind off the excruciating pain that was child birth.

Slowly she reached up and grabbed Spencer's shirt and pulled her in between contractions and kissed her. Ashley pulled her down even further and whispered in her ear.

"I fucking hate you for this right now. You did this to me!"

Spencer smiled at the irony of the situation

"AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!! FUUCK YOUUU SPENCER!!!"

"I love you Ash"

"I love you too Spence, I'm sor….AAARRARRAGGGGHHH!"

The sound of an infant crying filled the room. At that moment neither Spencer nor Ashley cared about anything else, just the tiny helpless baby boy that the midwives were cleaning.

Spencer kissed Ashley's forehead long, slow and hard. Letting her know, above words, that she would always be there for her and their new child.

"I love you Spencer Carlin"

The doctor gently passed Ashley the baby. There was something about seeing Ashley, lead on the bed holding the baby, her face still glistening with sweat and her hair in a total mess, that made Spencer want to run over to her. Hold her and never let go.

"Spence?" Ashley whispered, "Why don't you go and get your parents?"

"Sure. Do you want to tell them his name or shall I?"

"You can do it." With that, Ashley did that cute little nose crinkling smile that Spencer loves so much and nodded to her that it was alright for her to leave them. Just for a moment.

She walked along the hallway. Slowly to catch her breath, but not too slowly because she didn't want to leave her wife for too long. Nor did she want to leave her new born child.

The Carlins were sat together. Each looking slightly more worried than the last. Glen looked up and nudged his dad out of his obsession with counting the squares on the floor, he then tapped Paula on the shoulder.

"Spencer? What's wrong? You've gone completely white!"

Spencer went and sat down next to her mother, no colour left in her cheeks. It had finally dawned on her what just happened.

She herself was a mother. To a son. With the woman that she loves.

Then she remembered what she had left her son to do.

"Umm… everything's fine. Do you want to see your Grandson?"

She absent mindedly got up and started walking back towards the room where Ashley laid. She started sprinting down the hall. Already she had been gone too long. She burst through the door expecting the worst, but all she saw was mother and child lead on a hospital bed.

Sleeping.

Slowly Spencer walked over to the bed, gently picked up the baby and lead next to Ashley. The exhausted brunette grumbled as Spencer put her arm around her but Ashley soon pressed her head into her shoulder. She had fallen into a deep sleep. At peace with the world that everything was how it should be.

One by one the Carlins came through the door smiling as wide as possible.

"So what are you naming him then?" breathed Arthur

"Well Ash was the one who thought of it. And I mean… she insisted that we call him this. Mom? Do you want to hold Clay?"

Paula rushed over to hold the baby, crying as she goes. She takes the delicate thing from Spencer's arms and sits in the nearby chair with him. A midwife comes through the door.

"I'm sorry but Ms. Davies needs to feed the child now."

"It's Mrs Davies actually. And can't she just rest for a while. Cant you just give him one feed from a bottle?"

"I'm sorry but we need the mother to make that sort of decision."

"I am his mother. I'm as much of his mother as Ashley is."

"I'm sorry but this hospital doesn't recognise that sort of paring."

"Can I talk to you in private please?"

The midwife led them to a small room off the main corridor

"That's crap! I am legally Mrs Spencer Carlin-Davies! We signed papers when we first came to this hospital. The egg was mine! That baby is mine the same as if it was a straight relationship!"

"I'm sorry but we need Ms. Davies permission!"

"Its Mrs Davies as in she's married. To me! I want to see who ever are in charge…"

"Really that isn't…"

"NOW!"

The midwife scurried off only to return moments later with the boss.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"I am giving permission for my child to be fed from a bottle until her mother decides that she is able to feed the baby herself."

"And why is this a problem?"

"Your homophobic college wouldn't let me make the choice. Since MRS. Davies and I are MARRIED!"

"I deeply apologise Mrs Davies. Please go back and be with your family and I will take Forester off of your case and send some one in with a bottle."

"Thank you very much."

Spencer marched up the hallway full of pride that she had just fought for her wife and won. Although no one will ever know of this small battle, Spencer will always be proud of the first thing that she ever did for her son.

As she walked back into the room Paula was still crying. Spencer walked over to her and gave her and gave her a huge hug and a kiss for the baby that she was still holding. Spencer slid back onto the bed with Ashley but this time behind her. This seemed to make her stir.

Spencer kissed her neck softly and lovingly as her family watched the couple together.

"Thank you Ashley" sobbed Paula.

"For what?"

"Everything!"

"Umm... Ok. No problem" Ashley didnt have a clue what Paula meant.

"Ash, I mean everything that you two are. What you have done for my daughter over the year, I will always be grateful for. And I'm so sorry for what i put you two through!"

"Aww... Mrs C thats so sweet but really you don't..."

"Ash!" Spencer jumped off the bed. Fear in her voice. She was starting to cry. "You're bleeding!"