A/N: So, some of you have asked for outtakes. Here is one. Patch and Lexi's Pregnancy Story! Enjoy this little tidbit and let me know what you think. Thank you to all of my readers! Xoxo

"It's coming." I told him, dead serious.

"What's coming?" He asked.

"The baby, I can tell, it's coming today."

"How do you know?" He was so confused.

"Patch, don't you think I know what's going on with my body. The contractions started a while ago, but they're mild."

"Sorry Lexi. I'm just nervous. Should we leave now?" Patch was full of questions that day.

It was sprinkling outside of our Maine home. We moved back to Maine when we found out we were expecting, it brought back good memories. He was now working in construction as one of the owners of a rather large company, and I was a teacher. I taught in the reading room at the local elementary school. I loved being able to bring children joy.

"We don't have to leave yet, I'll let you know." I smiled at him, grabbing his hand as a contraction tightened my stomach uncomfortably.

He let out a pained sigh and I released. "Sorry!" I told him.

He still wasn't used to feeling as much as I was.

"It's fine." He said.

Patch was usually talkative, goofy, and fun, but today he was extremely quiet.

"Is everything okay?" He picked my legs up and put them on his lap. We were sitting side by side on the couch and this was our normal position. We were so used to doing anything to get closer to each other.

"I'm just nervous." He repeated.

"Oh baby, there's no need to be. You're going to make a great father. I, for one, can't wait for him to get out of here." I pointed to my engorged stomach.

Pregnancy may have made some women glow, but I felt bloated, sore, and hefty.

Patch, who was accustomed to my train of thoughts by now, gave my thigh a pinch. "You're beautiful, don't you ever think differently."

"What am I supposed to do while we wait?" I whined. I had left my job a few weeks ago for maternity leave and decided to stay at home with the baby until he was ready to go to school. But I still wasn't comfortable with boredom.

My parents visited on and off for the past weeks and it was hard getting used to their presence. Patch helped me through though, as he always did.

"Well, the class we took said it would be good if you took a shower while you're in labor. Or we can go for a walk. But I don't think we should do anything too strenuous."

"I'll take a shower, I guess." I told him slowly getting up.

He twirled me around to face him and I giggled.

"I'll see you soon." He told my belly and kissed it. "I'd ask to join you but…"

"But not for another six weeks." I interrupted him with a wink.

It had been so long since we were intimate and it was killing us both slowly. We were also lacking sleep, I had to get up several times a night to empty my bladder and Patch was a very light sleeper. Needless to say, we were a bit on edge.

"I'll miss you." I blew him a kiss and waddled to the bathroom.

I took a nice, long shower and thought about Patch and the little one on the way. I had no clue how Patch could still find me attractive, I had gained so much weight and it looked like I was smuggling a watermelon under my shirt. But he did.

Unfortunately for me, Patch still looked like an angel, or a Greek God. Only his muscles were bigger and his hair was cut a little shorter now.

When I got out of the shower I was interrupted by a painful tightening.

Breathe, breathe, breathe. I told myself.

I must've made some noise because Patch was by my side in a minute.

"Are you okay, Lex?"

"Fine." I managed as the contraction came to an end.

"Whoo, they're getting strong now." I smiled. "Won't be long."

Patch gave me the fakest smile I had ever seen.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Lexi…"

"Patch?" I was getting concerned. He couldn't leave me now that the baby was coming, could he?

"Lexi, I just don't think I deserve this." He stated simply.

"What are you talking about? What did I do?" My breathing became hectic so I sank to the floor.

"Shhh…Stop. I meant I don't deserve this, as in I don't deserve to have this baby with you. I tried to…I almost… You could be dead now because of me." He pulled at his hair and tears pierced his eyes.

I looked up at him, there was no way he was still beating himself up about that.

"Patch Cipriano, you shut up right now." He opened his mouth to speak again. "No, I mean it, shut up. You are not the person you were back then. Okay? We're different now. I love you, you love me, and we're having this baby goddammit."

In the years after we married I started to defend myself more and more, though I'd never yelled at Patch to such an extent before.

"You are going to drive me to the hospital, we are going to have this baby, and then, you are going to be a fantastic father." I stopped talking as another wave of pain hit me. Patch fell to the floor and took my hand.

"Squeeze." He said with a new confidence, and I did.

I looked up at him with obvious pain in my eyes, and he kissed me lightly on the forehead.

We stayed on the bathroom floor until it finished.

"I'm going to get you your hospital clothes. Do you think you can change while I put your suitcases in the car?"

I nodded.

He ran to the bedroom and grabbed the outfit I had picked several weeks ago. It was a black maternity dress made out of cotton, and the comfiest thing I owned.

I heard him close the car door when I threw the dress over my head.

"Another!" I yelled, letting him know the pain was back. He ran to my side again and grabbed my hand. The pain was getting more intense so I knew it was time.

"It's been four minutes." He told me, glancing at his watch.

"You were timing it?" I asked with wide eyes. He nodded.

"I love you!" I kissed his hand that was now as pale as flour.

"When this is over, you'll have to get in the car, you'll probably have a few contractions on the way, but you can do this."

I nodded. If I wasn't in so much pain, I would've kissed him and shown him my gratitude for his calmness.

We hopped in the car and he was right, I had about four contractions before we arrived at the hospital.

We flew to the triage unit where they made me remove my clothes and put a hospital gown on. I could hear Patch's foot tapping nervously while he waited outside of the bathroom.

When I came out, they checked my cervix. It was time.

I sat down in a wheel chair and was wheeled to the labor and delivery floor where a nice nurse named Jackie fixed up my new room.

"Do you want an epidural?" She asked, handing me paperwork to fill out.

"Yes." I told her.

Patch filled out the papers for me as my contractions were coming faster. I let Nurse Jackie know and she checked me again.

"Oh my." She said.

"What does that mean?" I asked nervously as I clung to Patch's arm.

"You seem to be dilating at a faster than the normal rate. I don't think we'll have time for the epidural."

"Patch." I squeaked. I was visibly scared.

"Look at me Lexi," He commanded, and I did. "You are going to be fine. I love you so much, you are a strong, beautiful woman and if anyone can have this baby without needing drugs, it's you. Think of all we've been through, this is nothing compared to that."

I agreed with him to an extent because he sure wasn't feeling what I was feeling, but I nodded anyways.

"I love you." I whispered and he kissed me softly on the lips. We had been together for seven years and he still gave me butterflies.

"I'm going to call the other nurses and get them in here." The nurse told me.

"Why?" I asked her.

"Your water just broke." I looked over my belly and sure enough, a puddle was underneath me.

"Lay down." She told me, and I did.

I was hooked up to a machine to keep track of the baby's heartbeat and my contractions, she was right, it seemed like the baby was coming sooner than we thought.

Every time a contraction came, I looked at Patch and he'd tell me a story from his early fallen angel days, or he'd sing me a soothing lullaby.

About a half hour and two cervix checks later, it was time to push.

The doctor came in the room and introduced him to us. Apparently my doctor had called in sick.

Patch questioned him about his credentials like the overprotective husband he was, and became satisfied with the answers.

Doctor Green looked at me and he asked if I was ready.

"I think so?"

He laughed and I lifted my legs up, ready to push.

After that everything was hazy, pushing hurt but it was a good, accomplished kind of hurt.

Patch held my hand tighter than I held his, and I knew he was concerned for both the baby and me.

Then, we heard it. The sound of a baby crying. Our baby.

I was out of breath and felt weak when the doctor asked Patch to cut the umbilical cord.

But when he handed me the little munchkin, my heart grew two sizes.

He was so tiny, almost seven pounds, with dark black hair that covered his head. The nurses cooed at how adorable he was and Patch remained silent. We both were fighting back tears of joy.

"Maybe the father would like to hold him, eh?" Doctor Green smiled.

I laughed a little and handed him to Patch.

Patch's hands wrapped protectively around the little one, immediately forming a bond with him and he whispered so softly that only I could make out what he said. "Jev. My son."

The nurses asked for the baby to wash him off, and Patch corrected them. "You may have Jev." He told them, handing over the newborn.

"Oh, what a lovely name!" Nurse Jackie squealed. Doctor Green told me he'd stop in later, that he wanted to give us some time alone.

As the nurses washed our baby boy, I turned to Patch.

"Wow." He whispered.

"I know."

"He's our little miracle."

I started to silently cry at Patch's words, he was right. After all we had been through; it was a miracle to have such a gift.

"I love you." I said softly. He looked me in the eye and said it back.

He leaned in to whisper what I thought was something sweet, I was mistaken.

"Six weeks and counting." I could feel his grin on my ear. "If we can wait that long."

My Patch was back.