I woke up and rubbed my eyes, yawning. Today was the first day that I got to care for my new calf. I was way too excited about it. I began making porridge for Mark and I when a nauseous feeling spread across my stomach. "Hmm, I don't really feel like eating now." I sighed out loud, switching off the hob. My stomach tinged and hurt a little but I dismissed it, thinking it was just getting use to the developing baby.

"MARK." I yelled, knowing full well he was probably still asleep. A sleepy blonde head peered out from around the corner staring blankly at me.

"Huh?" He yawned.

"You can make your own breakfast this morning, just don't burn my fricken house down."

I tried to pull on some clothes which sat awkwardly and went about my day. First I brushed, fed and petted both cows, then I decided to chop some wood and lumber, using up most of my stamina, before going back home and plonking myself on the sofa again. A shooting pain ran across my stomach, making me cry out. 'Oh goddess, what the hell was that?' I pondered. Another one followed a couple of minutes later, this time seemingly painless. The third, a much stronger pain, hit me hard, making me scream. I had no idea what these were but they were bloody painful. As I recovered slowly, soft knocks at the door encouraged me up on my feet, me being unaware of the blood visibly trickling down my legs. I was pleased to see my favourite person standing on the other side.

"Hey are you okay? I thought I heard you screaming?" he questioned.

"Me? I'm absolutely fine." I lied, not wanting to worry him after everything else that's happened. Just as the last word tumbled out of my mouth an agonising pain flew through me making me hunch over and pant. "Fuck." I groaned. "That hurt."

He stood still, examining me for a while before speaking up. "Uh, Chels, what's that dripping down your leg?"

My face blushed red as I glanced down to see trails of water trickling down, making a small puddle on the floor.

"Oh, I um, I don't know." I trailed off, embarrassed.

Another searing pain caused me to hunch over again, this one much worse than the last. As I straightened up and tried to move, a wave of water gushed from my legs, splashing over the floor.

"Chels. I don't think that's meant to be happening." Vaughn said shocked, his eyes wide like dinner plates.

"Vaughnn, the baby, its early, I'm in labour." I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. .

"Shit, uh, you stay here, don't you dare move and I'll go get Mirabelle or something."

I watched as he ran down the farmland until he disappeared.

"Don't you dare die on me. I've dealt with enough recently and I swear down, if you don't make it I'm not gonna be happy." I growled, prodding my bump.

I waited a minute or so before deciding to try and make my way elsewhere. I waddled down the path, hunched up and panting, until I reached the animal shop. I pushed open the door and just stood in the room, apparently completely unnoticed. I listened as Denny – Vaughn went and got him which was weird considering they don't get on massively, Vaughn, Julia and Mirabelle clucked about the phone, organising this and that. I groaned a little as the next wave of pain hit me causing all eyes to stare at me.

"Chelsea. I thought I told you to wait." Vaughn scolded, giving me a scowl.

"Well, I got bored of waiting, sorry. Can we just go to the hospital please." I grimaced.

"Okay fine. Just gotta wait until the ferry gets here, we've sorted everything."

"Good."

"Mhhm, the ferry needs to hurry up." I panted.

We got off at the nearest place that had a hospital with all the right equipment. With a rush, I was dragged down there by three boys: Mark, Vaughn and Denny, with Julia tagging along too. The hospital staff stuffed me into one of those horrible scratchy gowns as soon as we arrived and forced me to lie down. I was offered gas and air to try and remove some of the pain but it just made me a little dizzy instead; of course it was taken off of me as soon as they found out

"Miss, you can only have one person in here whilst we deliver your baby, the rest will have to wait in the waiting room." A nurse said, pointing to the little group hovering in the hallway.

"Mmm, okay, can you ask for uh, mhh, owwwhh, uh." I stopped and thought. I guess it would be wrong to have my brother in here although he's good with dealing with pain. Julia would just squeal and make a fuss. Denny's the baby's dad but I did ant Vaughn here too. This was difficult.

"Can't I have two people here?" I pleaded. "As long as they don't get in the way."

"uh, fine, but if one of them does get in the way, they'll be sent to the waiting room."

I nodded and asked for her to ask for Vaughn and Denny. They both came in, one looking worried and concerned whilst the other looking excited.

"I'm gonna be a dad soon, a real dad." Denny sighed happily, standing in the corner out the way.

Vaughn came and stood next to me, taking my sweaty palm in his.

"Vaughnn, it hurts." I whimpered, squeezing his hand tightly.

"Ow, yeah, it's okay Chels, I'm here." He whispered, playing with a strand of my hair.

An hour past before the nurses actually made me push with the contractions. With every agonising contraction, I shouted out at Denny. "This is all your fault you bastard. You have no idea just how much pain I'm in, gah I'm going to seriously hurt you when this is over."

With every outburst, Vaughn would chuckle whilst Denny stood there looking sheepish and unsure.

"Y'know, you can quit worrying, idiot. She doesn't mean it." Vaughn stated.

"MHM, I bloody well do. You're so dead. Both of you. ahhhh fuck."

"You're almost there" A nurse announced. "I can see the head now, just one big, last push."

I pushed hard, screaming.

"Well done." A nurse congratulated me. "You have a beautiful baby boy."

I waited for that cry that all mothers long for; a sign to show that their baby's perfectly fine and healthy but an eerie silence settled in the room instead.

I bolted upright and stared at the nurse. "Why isn't he crying? Babies always cry after being born…" I trailed off, tears filling my eyes.

She didn't even answer my questions as she whisked my baby away to a special baby unit. The nurse came back seconds later explaining that he should be okay despite being born early. They'd resuscitated him and he was now breathing on his own and that he only weighed 4lbs 5.

"4lb 5?" I breathed, that was so tiny.

The nurse nodded a little. "Once you've recovered, you can go and see him, okay?"

I nodded as she walked away. "Wow, I'm a really mom now." I sighed, letting the information sink in. "Boy are we gonna have some stories to tell him." I smiled up at the boys, still amazed that I'd just given birth to a tiny baby. I was itching to see him, my maternal role kicking in.

"I'm so proud of you, you've done so well." Vaughn muttered, kissing me on the forehead.

Denny nodded and beamed. "I can't believe we're parents now, it seems so surreal. You did good."

"Have you thought of any names?" Vaughn asked.

"I like Isaac." I smiled. "But what about you guys?"

They nodded their heads in agreement and both smiled at me just as Julia and Mark came running into the room.

"Was it a girl? Was it a girl? Oh, please tell me." Julia shrieked excitedly, practically bouncing up and down.

"Nope, a little boy, Isaac." I laughed.

"Oh…" her face drooped disappointedly for a second. "Oh, but I'm so happy for you." she smiled.

"Where is he?" Mark asked, looking excitedly around the room.

I let someone else explain it whilst I drifted to sleep. I was too exhausted to want to speak anymore.

I was shaken awake by Vaughn and Denny both staring down at me.

"Cheelsss wake up. You're allowed to go see Isaac now."

"Really?" My whole face lit up at the news, "about time, ahh."

I was just preparing myself to get out of bed when the nurse turned up, pushing a wheelchair.

"What's that for?" I quizzed, raising my eyebrows slightly.

"You, you still need to recover so we're putting you in this whilst you go and visit him."

"Okay." I nodded, plopping down into the chair offered out for me.

She wheeled me down into a little room where Isaac was being kept in an incubator. I glanced inside and melted at the sight of the baby. He was beautiful. His skin was only lightly tanned, a combination of both mine and Denny's skin, with soft blue eyes and Denny's characteristic curly, brown hair. He was just so small and innocent. Huge wires kept him stabilised, monitoring him, which looked ridiculous considering he was of a doll-like size.

"Ohh, he's beautiful." I whispered, a little in shock. "Hello little one, I'm your mommy" I said whilst placing my hand into the space offered. He immediately wrapped his tiny delicate fingers around my thumb and held on tightly.

"How long will he be in here for?" I asked gently, mesmerised by my little baby.

"We're just monitoring him over night. If he seems okay throughout the night then you'll possibly be able to take him home tomorrow."

I smiled at the news and sighed, everything really was working out perfectly at the moment, wasn't it?

A/N: Third update of the day ^.^ I know you guys wanted me to 'abort' the baby or miscarry it or something but it felt almost too harsh considering everything else the girl went through. But hey, a baby's exciting, right? anyway, I'll see you guys at the next update ;P