I did a little time jump, so I could do some one-shots in between. But for right now, enjoy this chapter! DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons" or "Criminal Case," I only own Diana, Karena, and Jessi.
WILBUR'S POV
May 17, 2049 – Westport, Connecticut, USA
I woke up on my 26th birthday and turned to see my wife peacefully sleeping. Before I woke her up, I reflected on all we had gone through the last few months.
Karena lost her father to a heart attack the day after her birthday, and we had spent the rest of the week in her hometown of Los Angeles. While Karena grieved, Russell had brought Diana to Los Angeles so that she could say good-bye, and I was glad Russell came when he did. Russell had explained to Karena about losing his mother and how that felt, as well as how he continued to move forward with his life. Russell had offered counseling services to Karena so that she could move on, and I had more respect for the profiler since then.
When we got home and resumed our lives, I had helped Karena set up Wesley's room for his arrival. Our office was gone since that room now belonged to Wesley, and we had moved the desk into our bedroom so that we could continue to use the space to plan our days and pay the bills.
Diana continued going to preschool and is almost done with her first year. She has learned a lot this year. Diana had improved on her ABCs, learned some numbers, and she also learned shapes and colors. Diana had also made some friends and has learned to play with other kids her age. She and Nikki had become best friends and visited each other whenever our families were not too busy. We also witnessed Diana quickly learning ballet and is one of the most talented girls in the class. Karena and I were excited to see Diana's first performance soon.
The next three months at TIME were more on the quiet side ever since we arrested one of George Moran's descendants for posing as Al Capone and disrupting the timeline. But, I did talk to Marina about my friend Lilly, and I heard they spoke to each other. Lilly did her internship at TIME headquarters and would sometimes accompany Marina on some psychological analyses whenever we went back in time, such as to Germany in the 1930s before the second world war and a school protest in Ohio in the 1970s. Amy eventually hired Lilly as a counselor for the team. My teammates also threw me and Karena a baby shower for Wesley, and that was back in March.
Karena is currently two days away from the due date, and I could tell that she was going to have the baby any day now. We had already agreed that Diana was going to stay with Russell, Amy, and Jessi. From what Amy told me, her son Jasper, who graduated over a week ago with his bachelor's degree, had gotten an apartment in Illinois and his lease was not up yet. But he was planning on moving back to Connecticut to find an apartment near his family. But, Karena was still teaching, just like she did when she carried Diana, and she recently hosted a concert at the high school yesterday.
"Karr? Karr, wake up," I said, stirring my wife awake.
"What time is it?"
"It's almost seven."
"Oh, Wilbur, can I just stay in bed for five more minutes?" Karena asked as she sat up on the bed and rubbed her heavily pregnant belly.
"Sorry, Mrs. Robinson. Unless you start maternity leave today, you're still going to work."
"This baby needs to come," Karena replied with some impatience in her voice.
"Karr, don't say that. If you do, then the baby won't come today."
"Who are you, Wilbur? God?" Karena took a deep breath to calm herself down. "I'm sorry. I'm a little more impatient than I was with Diana."
"Well, would it help that I started my leave today?" I asked with a smile on my face, and Karena opened her mouth.
"Wilbur, you're on paternity leave?"
"Well, with your due date being so close, I thought that I would help you with Diana. I want you to only focus on the baby. Let me handle Diana."
"Wilbur Robinson, have I mentioned you're the best father and husband in the world?" Karena asked as we drew in for a kiss.
"Quite a few times, but I accept the compliment," I replied while blushing.
"Mommy? Daddy? Where's my cereal?"
We froze and turned toward the door where Diana is. I took a look on my phone and noticed that it was now 7:15.
"Shoot!" I exclaimed. "I'm sorry, Diana. Let's go downstairs and get you some cereal. I need to make Mommy breakfast anyway."
"Is the baby here yet?" Diana asked.
"No, not yet. But Wesley will be here soon."
I poured Diana a bowl of cereal, and then I started to make Karena some eggs.
"Wilbur, don't worry about me," I heard Karena say as she walked down the stairs in a purple dress and black leggings. Today, all of her hair was down and straight. "I'm not that hungry."
"Karr, you need to eat to keep up your strength," I replied.
"Wilbur, trust me. I'm not hungry."
"Suit yourself. I guess I'll enjoy these eggs, then."
Karena and I joined Diana at the table as she finished her breakfast.
"May I be excused?" Diana asked.
"That was good asking," I replied. "Yes, you are excused. Go on and finish getting ready for school."
As Diana went back upstairs to get ready, I heard a grunt, and I saw Karena holding onto the table.
"Karr, are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm okay," Karena answered, releasing a breath. "Just a small contraction." A contraction? Uh-oh. Time to get serious.
"Karena, is it a Braxton Hick contraction or the real thing?"
"I'm not sure, but it's a strong one for sure."
"Karena, how are you not sure if it's the real thing or not?" I asked with a little panic in my voice. "You've gone through this before!"
"Wilbur, I've only experienced one type of contraction before and it was the real thing," my wife explained. "This time, I've experienced the Braxton Hick contractions for a few weeks."
"Well, keep me updated while you're at work because this is serious."
"I will." We paused to embrace each other. "I love you."
"I love you too, Karr." We released the hug, and we drew each other in for a kiss.
"I'm ready!" Diana exclaimed as she greeted us in the kitchen.
"Alright, well, let's go," I replied as the three of us walked out the door.
I woke up from my short nap to knocking on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's Russell and Jessi," I heard the voice say, and I walked over to the door to answer it. When I opened the door, I found Jessi holding a cake that said Happy Birthday Wilbur on it.
"Happy birthday, Wilbur!" Russell exclaimed as we shook hands.
"Thank you for reminding me that today is my birthday!" I exclaimed, laughing out loud.
"How do you forget your birthday?" Jessi asked with amusement in her voice.
"With the baby just about due and Karena having contractions, I've been more worried about them," I explained.
"Karena's having contractions?" Russell asked with worry in his green eyes.
"Yes, but she's not sure if they're either false contractions or the real ones. I saw her holding onto the table and she grunted."
"That sounds like the real thing," Russell replied back. "Is she home?"
"No, she's at work."
"If I was having a baby, I would have stayed home," Jessi chimed in. "That way I would still get paid, but at the same time, I would be preparing myself to give birth at home."
"Karena's a brave woman, that's for sure," Russell replied.
"She did the same thing when she was expecting Diana," I explained. "She just went about her day like normal. She told me that she didn't want to just sit home and only worry about the baby. And I don't blame her. If I had to sit home all day, it would drive me crazy."
"Wilbur, you are sitting home all day," Russell corrected me.
"Well, this is different. We're expecting the baby to come any day now, so I'm preparing myself in case I have to pick up Karena from school to deliver him. Besides, with Karena being so big, she hasn't had as much energy to go after Diana lately, so I just told her to focus on the baby while I focus on Diana."
"That's a good idea," Russell replied. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get into the cake!"
"You two didn't have to do this for me," I said with surprise in my voice.
"We didn't want you to forget that this is your day," Jessi explained. "Like you said, the baby could come any day. I wouldn't spend my birthday in the hospital."
"Neither would I, hence why we are doing this for you," Russell chimed in. "This is what friends do."
"Thanks, guys," I replied with a smile on my face. "Come on in."
"What is your favorite birthday, Wilbur?" Jessi asked as we finished our slices of chocolate cake.
"I think my favorite birthday has to be when I turned 18," I explained. "It was my last day of high school, and so I participated in the activities for that day, such as a barbecue and a parade. Jazz Show was that night as well, and my friends made a comedy skit about me and my catchphrases."
"Catchphrases?" Jessi asked with confusion.
"When I was a kid, I had always said that I never fail, and if I didn't know the answer to a question, I would say that it was an excellent question."
"That is an excellent question?" Russell asked. "Is that your go-to phrase?"
"Pretty much," I answered as my phone started to ring. "Hold on, I need to get this. Wilbur here."
"Wilbur, it's me." Karena spoke on the other line. "My water broke."
"What?!" I asked with panic in my voice. "Are you sure?"
"Wilbur. I cleaned up my mess and I smelled the water, which had no smell. I talked to the principal, who let me go home. I'm sitting on the bench outside waiting for you or the next contraction, whichever one comes first."
"Alright, I'm on my way," I replied, hanging up the phone, and letting out a sigh. "Karena's in labor."
"I take it I'm picking up Diana today?" Russell asked, and I nodded. "Does Diana have a bag ready?"
"Oh no!" I exclaimed, putting my hands on my head. "I totally forgot! Let me take care of that really quick!"
I ran up the stairs to grab Diana's suitcase and packed two outfits and her pajamas. I went into the bathroom and packed the soaps she uses for her bath as well as her toothbrush and toothpaste, and I put those in the suitcase. I remembered to pack her teddy bear as well, and I handed the suitcase to Russell. Finally, I ran out the door to my car to pick up my wife from school.
