Well this took a while! Well, mostly because I've been like ultra busy with exams and everything, and also because this is the longest chapter I've ever written.

I would like to thank everyone who reviewed because you're the ones that have made me want to continue to write this to the end. You are amazing.

I still don't own McFly. I have a plan though...

Six months later

Dougie

"Shawna have you seen my plectrum?" I shouted. It was August, and McFly were starting on our tour in a week, and we had been practising non-stop. It was bad timing for a tour really, with Tom and Gi's baby coming in the middle of it, but Gi insisted that she would be ok, despite Shawna telling her how hard it is. Shawna told her that she would help her, though, saying that Gi had grossly underestimated the difficulty of taking care of a baby – let alone a new born.

"You've got plenty of them Doug, I'm sure you'll find one." She appeared out of the bathroom with a towel drying her hair.

"But I want my favourite one." I frowned, making her roll her eyes.

"Have you checked your pockets?"

I was stupid sometimes. Seriously. I put my hand in my left jean pocket and found it.

"What would I do without you?" I kissed her cheek.

"God knows." She shook her head.

"I'm going to practise. I'll be back lunch time." I told her.

"Ok, but don't be late!" she warned.

"Don't worry, I won't." I pecked her lips, "I'll pick up Jay from Kimmy's on the way home."

"Alright, bye!"

Life was good. Really good. I hadn't been so content for a long time… actually, I hadn't ever been so content. I finally knew what I wanted in life. I finally felt like I had a family. Sure, I still had times where my old depression snuck up on me, came from behind. It was always there, in the back of my mind. I knew I still had a long way to go with my recovery. I found myself sometimes, when I'd be bored, anxious or down, absently scratching my wrists. But it never went further. Just scratching. The scars were faded now. Healing.

Tom and Gi were excited – as in, jumping up and down excited. And their excitement made everyone else excited. Shawna and I were more relaxed, content, and happy. James was thrilled. He couldn't wait until the arrival of his baby brother or sister, asking every day without fail if the baby was coming.

I arrived the studio where we practised and realised that I was the last one there.

"Hey guys." I greeted them.

"Hey dude! Guess what, Tom's gonna ask Gi to marry him!" Danny announced loudly. I blinked in shock. I did not expect that.

"Really?" I asked Tom, in complete surprise.

"Yeah, well… I'll wait until the end of the tour." Tom said, blushing slightly.

"Good for you!" I grinned, "How are you planning on doing it?"

I was happy for him. Sure, I thought him and Gi were rushing things a bit – people from their side often waited until their late twenties to do the things they were doing; getting married, starting a family.

"I was thinking of taking her to the place we met." Tom smiled, obviously day dreaming about it on the spot.

"Hey, Doug. You've been with Shawna for nearly six years right? Why don't you ask her to marry you?" Danny asked, freezing me.

"Uh- I- Uh- Um- I- I haven't really thought about it… I…" I stuttered, completely taken off guard. The guys all laughed at me and I felt myself blushing.

"Doesn't your lot usually marry at sixteen?" Tom raised his eyebrows.

"No! Not everyone. Most wait until they're at least twenty." I muttered, feeling myself get redder.

"Dude… you'll be nineteen in November. You'll only get older." Harry warned teasingly.

"Fuck off!" I slapped him on the arm.

I sat down and let my thoughts take over. The truth is… I had thought about asking Shawna to marry me. I really had. I wanted to marry her so much. She was the only girl I'd ever love, and I knew it. She was the one, and I knew that ever since I was thirteen. I had thought about it so much that I often caught myself looking at rings. But I was so terrified she'd say no. Plus I had no idea how to do it.

"Doug! Doug!" I blinked to find Danny waving a hand in front of my face.

"Sorry." I sighed going to pick up my bass.

"Dude, what's up?" Danny asked, his hand on my arm.

"I… I…" I sighed. All eyes were on me. I coughed awkwardly. "Well… the thing is… I kind of have been thinking of asking Shawna to marry me… I just haven't a clue how to do it."

"Aw! Dude!" the guys hugged me.

"What's going on here?" Fletch walked in.

"Tom and Doug want to ask Shaw and Gi to marry them!" Danny announced, looking as excited as a kid – no wait, as Tom on Christmas.

"Oh bloody hell." Fletch sighed, "Just practise!"

Harry

Doug and I were walking home together as he has to pick up James. It amazed me how he had adopted James as his own so easily, especially as he was the child of his enemy. I don't think I'd ever be able to do that. We arrived my house and James clumsily ran up to Doug, obviously seeing the blonde as his daddy now rather than the man in prison.

"Daddy! Daddy! Is the baby coming?" Dougie rolled his eyes and picked the little one up.

"Nope not yet little dude. Wait another two months, yeah?"

"But I want the baby to come now!" James pouted. I just laughed at the scene.

"I know, mate. Have you behaved for aunty Kimmy?" Dougie asked him. James nodded enthusiastically. Dougie looked over at Kimmy who had joined the scene.

"He's been great." She grinned.

"You wanna go home and see mummy?" Dougie looked at the little boy, who nodded again as a response. "Thanks guys." Dougie looked at us.

"No worries Doug." I shrugged.

"Say good bye, Jay."

"Buh bye!" James waved at us, as Dougie left and we waved back.

"I'm so glad he's nothing like his biological dad." Kimmy sighed.

"Yeah, hey, Dougie admitted to us today that he's been thinking of asking Shawna to marry him." I told her.

"Really? Finally!" Kimmy sat down.

"What do you mean, finally? They're only nineteen." I laughed.

"Yeah, but usually after a couple's been together for two years in Crackstreet, they get married." Kimmy shrugged.

"Really. Well, they have had like a three year hiatus from their relationship." I pointed out.

"Yeah, I guess." Kimmy admitted.

The phone started ringing and I sighed and stood up, going to answer it. I frowned when I saw that the caller ID was Tom.

"Hey Tom,"

"Dude. Gi's having the baby." Tom's voice came out in a high pitched squeak. Shit.

"Oh… Um… Crap, uh, do you need me to drive you there or..?" I asked uncertainly.

"Plea-" he was cut off by a loud cry of agony. "Gi, breathe!" I heard Tom say, "Uh, yeah, Harry can you hurry?"

"I'll be right there, Tom." I hung up and grabbed my coat. Kimmy stared at me wondering what the hell was going on.

"Gi's in labour." I explained. It was like a light bulb had turned on as she grabbed the coat and we both hurried to the car.

Dougie

James was up on my shoulders as we arrived home, playing with my hair. He'd been chatting all the way home about how he was going to teach his brother and sister all kind of things and that they wouldn't sleep in his room because it was his and he liked to keep his teddy Fluffy to himself. The boy was freakishly intelligent for a boy that wasn't even two years of age.

"Mummy we's home! Mummy, daddy say baby still not coming." The boy shouted out to Shawna.

"Really?" Shawna appeared from the living room, "But, guess what, aunty Gi's baby is coming." She said, making my eyes widen in size.

"Really?" I put the boy down from my shoulders.

"Yep. Danny just called now. Harry's taking them to the hospital now. Danny's coming to pick us up in a minute." Shawna grinned.

"God that was sudden." I murmured.

"And when he came wasn't?" Shawna smirked, referring to when she went into labour with James.

"That was certainly scarring to a sixteen year old without a clue what to do and that was being screamed at by his ex-girlfriend. Not to mention he'd been drinking." I commented.

"That was a magical night." Shawna sighed.

"I'm not sure magical is the word for it." I laughed, and kissed her lightly. Suddenly Shawna pulled away and gasped.

"What?" I frowned.

Shawna's face morphed into one of panic.

"No, no, no… it's too soon." She gasped out.

"What's too soon – oh, fucking shit fuck crap." It dawned on me that Shawna's water just broke.

"It's too soon, Dougie, it's too soon." She had bent over in pain. I was in full panic mode. The baby wasn't due until early November. Would this mean the baby will be still born, or die?

"Baby coming?" James asked innocently, confused at why Shawna and I looked so panicked.

"Uh, yeah, mate. The baby's coming." I said weakly.

"Hey guys, you ready?" we heard Danny's voice before we saw him.

"What's going on?" Gemma asked, coming in behind Danny.

"Baby coming!" James said brightly.

Danny and Gemma's faces were a picture to see, but Gemma's immediately returned to be composed as she shouted out orders.

"Ok, Dougie go and pack some things for the hospital, Danny you watch James and I'll help Shawna to the car." She said sternly. Danny and I stared at her dumbfounded. She glared at us "Go!"

I rushed up the stairs and to Shawna and I's room. I grabbed a bag and threw some stuff into it, not really knowing what. I returned back down in seconds and quickly joined everyone in the car. It was a sight to be seen. Danny was driving, trying not to speed in his panicked state, Gemma was in the front next to him with an over-excited James on her lap, and Shawna was screaming in the back with me trying to keep her calm.

"You did this to me!" she accused me angrily.

"Yes I know and I'm sorry." I sighed. I went through it once, I could do it again.

"Why is it coming early? Why?" she started to cry. Fuck.

"Ok, Shawna, breathe." I looked into her eyes, "I need you to calm down and breathe for me Shawna, ok." She nodded, looking terrified. "Can you do that? Now, in." she breathed in, "and out." She exhaled. We kept that routine up for about five minutes before she had another contraction and cried out in pain.

"Why is mummy in pain?" I heard James innocently ask. Gemma quickly shushed him.

"Ok, Shaw, breathe it out." I murmured, rubbing her arms.

Thankfully, we arrived the hospital and Shawna was immediately rushed to a room. Gemma offered to watch James for us, thankfully. A midwife explained that because the baby's coming three months early, there will be significant risks, and will have to keep both Shawna and the baby in for a while so that they could check over them thoroughly and monitor them and so on. Shawna was given an epidural so she was in less pain and stopped screaming at me. She just cried now. I was too exhausted to. I offered to go and call her family, and walked out of the room to the corridor.

"Doug? Wh- Shawna's not in labour as well, is she?" I spun around to see Tom walking towards me.

"Yeah, she is. How's Gi doing?" I tried to sound strong.

"She's fine. But isn't Shawna..?" Tom frowned.

"Three months early. There's a chance the baby won't survive." I said weakly, my strong façade fading away.

"Oh, shit dude." Tom bit his lip.

"Yeah, well, we don't know yet so… yeah." I shrugged, I looked down at the phone in my hand, "I have to call Mr and Mrs Jackson."

"Ok." Tom nodded. I knew he didn't know what to say to me, so I just walked away.

The phone call to Shawna's parents went pretty quickly, and then I decided to call Aunt Jodie and Charlotte. That took a while as talking to an over excited teenager and her mother was more challenging. I put my mobile back in my pocket and sighed, leaning against the wall. I couldn't bear losing another baby. I just couldn't.

"Poynter!"

I supressed a groan as I recognised Kimmy's voice. I turned to face her. I had no energy to deal with her right now.

"How's my sister?" she asked.

"Fine at the moment. We don't know if the baby'll live though." I sighed.

"Oh, ok. Mum just called me; she said that she's on her way." Kimmy said. I just nodded.

We were silent for a while before I sighed, "I better go back in there." Kimmy nodded and I walked back towards Shawna's room.

Just ask I walked in I heard a nurse say the words, "Ok, Shawna, you're ready to push."

Fuck. I sat by Shawna's side and grabbed her hand. She looked at me with fear filled eyes. "You can do this." I told her seriously, knowing that her reluctance wasn't because of the pain, but because of the prematurity of the baby. I braced myself as she began to push. That girl had one hell of a grip.

It wasn't long before I heard the cries. I looked up to see the smallest baby I'd ever seen held by a midwife.

"Congratulations on a baby girl." The nurse announced. "We need to do a series of check-ups on her very quickly."

Shawna nodded. She looked exhausted. "She's so tiny." She breathed. I nodded. She was a lot smaller than James had been.

"She's alive, though." I said, relief washing over me.

The nurse came back, looking rather pleased. "As far as we can see she's ok, but we'll need her to stay over for a week in an incubator." The nurse said, handing the baby over to Shawna. "You can hold her for a little while."

"She looks just like you." Shawna smiled up at me. I sat next to her on the bed to get a better look at me baby girl. I shook my head.

"No, she looks just like Jazzie." I realised, feeling tears in my eyes.

"I was thinking that we should call her Jasmine." Shawna said suddenly. I blinked. I hadn't expected that.

"Really?" I looked at my girlfriend, surprised.

"Yeah," she smiled.

I looked down at my daughter and smiled, "Yeah, we should, but I think we should use Jasmine as a middle name." I murmured.

Tom

I looked down at my son in my arms. He was perfect. Giovanna smiled tiredly. I turned to look at my mum and Gi's parents. "Here's Oliver Matthew Fletcher." I told them.

"Oh, isn't he beautiful." My mum grinned, and then looked at me, "You didn't have to name him after your father." Recognising the name Matthew.

"I know, but I felt like it was right." I smiled weakly.

Suddenly the room exploded and all my friends, spare Doug and Shawna were there.

"Oh Gi, he's gorgeous!" Rachel exclaimed.

"I want one." Gemma turned to Danny, who looked terrified.

"Oh God, I hope Shawna and her baby will be ok." Kimmy murmured, clinging onto little James.

"They will be. They have to be." Ivy muttered.

"Wait, I have a text from my mum. They're fine!" Kimmy announced.

"Really?" Jess asked, "What does the text say?"

"It says, Doug and Shaw's baby has been born. She's – oh they have a girl! - she's fine and has been given the name Amy Jasmine Poynter."

"Oh that's a beautiful name." Giovanna commented.

"Yeah, mum goes on to say the baby has to spend a week in an incubator because she's so early."

"I would think so. It's a miracle there's nothing wrong." Jess said.

"We're going to see Doug and Shaw, ok." Kimmy said, indicating her and Harry.

"Of course, she's your sister, go ahead." I told them.

"I hope this marks the end of the crazy for a while." Danny sighed.

"Yeah, I bloody hope so." Adam agreed.

"Yeah," I murmured, looking down at my son. He didn't deserve a hectic life.

So yeah, that's the end, unless you want an epilogue. It isn't essential to the story but yeah. Tell me if you want an epilogue. It's just that I'm too busy to post one and it turns out no one will read it.

So yeah, it's been one hell of a ride. I would like to thank everyone who's read this and Crossing Paths, you guys are amazing. Seriously. Thank you so much.