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Olivia

I was rubbing my 7 month pregnant stomach as I watched Mo play with Samantha. Samantha was Mo and Scott's daughter who was born 8 weeks ago and she was beautiful. Jamie was really excited to have her in the family.

"Mo, what's it like having a baby?" She looked up and smiled.

"The labor was a pain in the butt but it is worth it. It's rewarding knowing that you and the person you love the most were able to create a human being."

"I love Charlie but the pain that he'll put me through if we had a baby would piss me off. I would curse his sorry as-butt out and demand the drugs," Stella interjected as she played with the building blocks with Jamie.

"Yeah. The baby's first word will probably be a curse word," I told her while Mo and I laughed. Stella stuck her tongue out at us.

We talked for a while till I felt something wet trickle down my leg. I looked down seeing a clear liquid pooling at my feet on Mo's wooden floors.

"Uh guys, I either peed myself without having to go or my freaking water just broke!" I exclaimed.

In these types of situations you would think Stella would stay calm. Well you are dead wrong.

"Oh my god. What do we do? I was never around my mom when she was pregnant with the twins or Mo. Oh my god. Are you going into labor? Are you gonna have a baby on the couch? I hope not. You'll start bleeding on the couch. I will never sit there again," She rambled as she paced the floor quickly, practically pulling out her hair.

Mo took her glass of iced water and threw it at her. The cold water splashed on the floor and Stella's face while the ice cubes clattered to the floor. Stella stopped her pacing and wiped the water from her face.

"Thanks. But now my hair is curly," she stated as she looked her wavy locks, "at least I know this eyeliner is waterproof. It should be since I spent another 2 dollars." She continued on ranting while Mo talked to me.

"Okay. We have to got to your house and get your baby bag-"

"I don't have a baby bag! I don't even have the nursery done yet! If you didn't notice, I'm only 7 months pregnant," I exclaimed.

Mo went into doctor mode, "Stella call Charlie and Scott. Tell them what's going on and to meet at Olivia's house. Olivia call Wen. Tell him to let the guys in and finish the nursery. Then he will go to the store. Buy a car seat, crib, clothes, blankets and food. I'll let you burrow some bottles because Scott's mom bought us a whole bunch. Then he'll meet here."

"What about the hospital?" Stella piped in.

"They wont except her in till she's further along which gives the boys plenty of time. So snap snap."

I called Wen and he was shocked. I told him what he had to do. Wen agreed and then promised he'll be there as soon as possible. I hung up splayed out on the couch.

"Do you know what you're having?" Stella asked as she sat on the floor and Mo on the couch across from me.

"No. We wanted it to be a surprise. We decided on names though. If it's a girl I want to name her Lucy Hazel Gifford. If it's a boy, his name will be Patrick Quinn Gifford," I said rubbing my stomach smiling.

"I like Lucy. You don't here that name a lot," Stella said.

"What do you think it is?" Mo asked as she fed Samantha.

"I hope it's a girl but I will still be happy with a baby boy."

"I would want boys first and then maybe a girl. The girl would be my little princess that has some edge to her," Stella said.

"Oh. Mrs. Delgado does have plans for kids," Mo said wiggling her eyebrows at her.

"I'm a rebel I am not completely heartless. But I don't know. When we had to name the thing we would get in so many arguments. I mean we got married in Vegas because the only thing we were able to agree on was the colors. And that scares the crap out of me because people always say marriage is about compromise and we can't plan a stupid wedding!" She exclaimed.

"Don't worry Stella. You guys actually look like the perfect couple compared to Scott and I. It took us forever to plan our wedding since we had to have parts of both cultures combined. We were so stressed. It got to the point on some nights we didn't even sleep in the same room," Mo soothed.

"True. Wen is the only person that can make me so angry that it gets to the point we start yelling. You guys know about the time we were 16 and a couple months ago. But it happens a lot. Sometimes over the stupidest stuff. Once we fought about the color of the walls we wanted the walls. He wanted forest green and I wanted lavender. That fight was a waste of time because we ended up painting the walls green thanks to Georgie," I chimed in, laughing at the memory.

We continued to talk about fun with marriage life. The pain was getting painful so during our talk I would change positions and walk around. Two hours later there was a knock on the door.

"Oh thank god. Please be one of the guys," I groaned as I moved around on my hands and knees. Mo got up to get the door. I heard people shuffling in and get closer as they followed Mo.

"Hey," Charlie waved and smiled.

"Oh, whatever," I muttered as I continued rocking back and forth.

"Ignore it. Woman are cranky when they are in the labor," Scott chuckled as he gave Mo a kiss on the cheek and started playing with Jamie since Samantha was taking a nap.

"Shut up. You spend more time on you hair than all the girls in this room Mr. I-Ran-Out-Of-Hair-Spray-Call-The-Police," I sneered.

I heard a familiar laugh and looked up. I saw my husband of 3 years and huffed, "Finally. Jeez thought you would never show," I grumbled as Wen came towards me. He picked me up bridal style and we headed towards the car.

"Wait," Charlie called.

We all stopped in the doorway to look at him, "What? I'm not planning on having this baby on Mo's floor," I exclaimed. Wen kissed my head reassuringly.

"I'm hungry," Charlie stated.

"Oh for the love of god," Stella yelled throwing her hands up in the air. She walked over into the Pickett's kitchen, grabbed two pieces of bread and plopped a spoonful of jello on to it.

"The beauty of bread, it makes anything into a meal," Stella said.

"Okay then. Mo and Scott you guys stay here. Stella and Charlie, you can go home. I'll take Olivia to the hospital and we will have this baby," Wen declared. Everybody nodded while Wen took me to the car.

The nearest hospital was about thirty minutes away so we spent a little while in the car. We were in the car for about fifteen minutes when the car made a weird noise and started to slow done. Wen pulled over and got out.

The time between the contractions were increasing. I knew of we didn't get to the hospital soon I was gonna have this baby in the car. I am NOT having this baby on the side of the road.

"Uh, Babe, we have a flat," Wen mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck.

"What?" I shrieked.

He looked up sheepishly as his face and neck turned red like it does when he is nervous.

"Don't just stand there! Call the damn tow truck!" I yelled waving my hands dramatically.

"Yeah about that. My phone is at home charging," he mumbled, turning a darker shade of red.

I scoffed, "Damn it Wen. You better be lucky you made me take my phone this morning," I said pulling out and giving it to him.

He took the phone and quickly called a tow truck company. Wen sat back down and handed me the phone, "Tow truck wont be here till 30 minutes because there's a lot of traffic."

"Oh god. Wen that's not good because I'm gonna have this baby any minute."

"I'll call an ambulance. You go lay down in the back seat," he scrambled out of the car.

I followed his directions and slowly made it to the back seat. It's a good thing I was wearing a dress.

"The ambulance will be here as soon as they can."

"Well that's not good enough! The baby is going to come now."

~~~0oooo0~~~

I walked into the room that now belonged to Lucy Hazel Gifford. She was born September 10, 2012 at 4:40. She the same fiery red hair as Wen but she had my Mom's dark blue eyes. I so ecstatic when I found that out.

I sat down on the rocking chair in the corner with Lucy in my arms, rocking her to sleep. I was lost in thought and didn't notice Wen come in till he was standing behind me.

I looked up, "If you think about how we got here, it wasn't easy. Life was hard. Life had a lot challenges. I guess that's why they call it Life's Challenges."

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