#37

A/N: Quick disclaimer I had to google a lot of this shit so if it's wrong I apologize. If you have any ideas or things you'd like to see please leave me a comment or a PM. I'm also thinking about doing a time jump, but I'm not sure if that should just turn into a story by itself or just keep it in this one because it is a big time jump, like years. I'm also thinking of doing a prequel of sorts. So leave me your thoughts on anything and everything whatever your little heart's desire.

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"You sure you want me here?" Tig asked as he held my hand.

"I need someone and Tara's going to be with the baby. Not what you signed up for when you took me in huh?" I laughed as the nurses put up the sheet to separate us from what they were going to start to do.

"I'm not complaining here kid," he replied.

"I'm really scared Tig," I whispered.

"Everything is going to be fine kid. This kids a fighter."

"Okay Lela you are going to feel some pressure that's normal but if you feel pain tell us immediately," the doctor said from over the curtain.

"Okay," I replied feeling like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

"You know you're going to have to let people help you now?" Tig asked in an attempt to keep me talking.

"I know, I'll come to that when the baby is here."

A few moments of quiet murmuring and the doctor announced the arrival.

"Congratulations Mom you have a healthy baby boy. Dr. Knowles and her team are going to take him to the NICU now while we stitch you up."

"Tig follow them," I told him as I watched Tara wheel the baby away.

"You sure?" he questioned.

"Yes, I just need to know he's okay," I told him as they disappeared from my view.

After I was stitched and stapled back together I waited in my room for Tig to come back with news. It had been hours and I was getting nervous.

"There you are," Tig said coming in with a smile on his face.

"Where have you been?" I asked him my voice laced with concern.

"I was watching the kid. Tara got some pictures," he said waving the small stack of Polaroid's in his hand.

"I want to see. Is he okay?" I asked stretching out my hand.

"He's a bit over two pounds. Just so you know he's hooked up to a lot of things, but he's fine," Tig said as he handed me the pictures.

Nodding my head I took the pictures. Nothing could of prepared me for the sight of the tiny human in the incubator. He was already hooked up to more IV's than I would of thought possible for someone so small.

"Are you sure he's okay? He's so small and all the IV's," I questioned.

"The doc said he was surprisingly healthy. Someone should be in to talk to you soon though."

"He's actually here," I whispered.

After a few moments of silence Tara came into the room.

"How are you doing?" she asked closing the door behind her.

"Little sore so pain meds are working. How's my son?" I asked.

"So far he's good. We expect some problems but at this stage almost 90% of babies make it. Did Tig give you the pictures?"

"Yeah he did. It's hard to believe he's okay with all the wires and tubes coming out of him. Is he going to have the one down his throat for a while?"

"It's hard to say. It depends on the baby really, but so far he's strong. Depending on how his tests come back and how your tests come back you can see him in a couple days or so."

"Can't I see him sooner?"

"Usually yes but we want to give him the best chance possible so till the tests come back we aren't going to take any chances."

"But he's okay, I have a healthy baby boy?" I questioned again needing reassurance.

"Yes, he is a healthy baby. Did you have a name picked out?" she asked smiling at me.

"Actually yes. His name is Mateo Jedrek Caymen Lowman."

"Okay I'll let the nurses know. Someone might be by to get the information for the birth certificate," she replied smiling before walking back out of the room.

"You sure you want to give the kid his name?" Tig asked after the door clicked shut.

"He's the father. I may not be happy with him and his choices right now but he's my kids father and my husband. I appreciate the concern though. How are Vic and Mia?" I asked him.

"Last I heard they giving everyone hell. Seems your son likes to color on walls and people while they sleep," he replied with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Yeah he does that when new people watch him. You can go home if you want, I'm probably just going to sleep."

"Nah baby girl I'm fine right here. I'm real proud of you, you know that? What you did today was amazing, I damn near cried."

"Aw getting sentimental in your old age there Grandpa?" I questioned smiling at him.

"Those damn kids of yours."

"Tell me about it. From day one they wrap you around their finger and you can't help it."