So I've gotten quite a few views on this story and "Saving the Future," so thank you so much for that! Now, get ready to meet another Robinson! DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons," I only own Karena and Wesley.

KARENA'S POV

This labor was not like the last labor at all. I was in labor for 13 hours before I brought Diana into the world, and that labor was steady, because my body was going through it for the first time. This time, the labor felt rushed. I had the first contraction at home after breakfast, and right when I was about to eat something for lunch, the amniotic sac had ruptured, and I had to leave school early. I was sitting on the bench, waiting for Wilbur to come pick me up.

I felt another painful contraction take place just as my husband pulled up to where I was sitting. I tried really hard not to scream in order to not alert anybody else, but I grunted as loud as possible.

"Oh, Karena!" Wilbur exclaimed as he got out of the car and rushed over to me. I yelled out before the contraction came to an end. I saw worry in Wilbur's chocolate-colored eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"Wilbur, I'm not sure if we'll make it to the hospital in time," I answered. "I feel pushy."

"Oh, we gotta get back to the house," Wilbur said with concern in his voice. "Can you walk?"

"I think so."

"You know what? Never mind. I got you." Wilbur paused as he lifted me up and carried me, bridal-styled, to the car and sat me down on the passenger seat. "How far apart are the contractions?"

"No more than five minutes apart," I replied as I felt the car go up in the air.

"No more than five minutes?" Wilbur asked, and I saw him raise one of his eyebrows. "When did it start?"

"At breakfast. You know how I was holding on to the table?"

"That was the real thing?"

"Yep. I got a contraction when I got to school, too. At first, it was steady. I had one contraction during the first period. From second period on, the labor just quickened. By the time third period happened, I was getting contractions every five minutes. One of the kids even offered to call the nurse for me."

"That kid has a good heart," Wilbur replied as another contraction hit me, and I started to scream.

"Wilbur, how much longer?"

"Almost there! Just a couple more blocks left."

I continued to grunt and yell out until the contraction passed, and before I knew it, we were home. Wilbur carried me, bridal-styled again, into the house.

"Alright, where do you need me to take you?"

"That is an excellent question," I replied, and we both chuckled. "The bathroom would be the best place."

"Upstairs or downstairs?" Wilbur asked, and I gave him a menacing look. "Alright, downstairs it is." Wilbur carried me to the bathroom, and he set me down on the toilet. "Now what do you need?"

"Towels. Towels and a bucket of warm water."

"We don't have a bucket. Will a large bowl work?"

"Yes, but hurry!" I started to scream again as a contraction started. I grasped the toilet and Wilbur tapped me on the shoulder. "Wilbur, I'll be fine. GO!"

"Breathe through it, Karr!" Wilbur shouted as he ran to the kitchen, and I did as he told me and let out some breaths. It was still painful, and I yelled out a few times, but the contraction went away. I needed to lie back against something, so I moved myself onto the floor against the bathtub. Shortly afterwards, Wilbur returned with some towels, and he set the bowl of water down next to the toilet.

"Now what? Shall we call a doctor?" Oh no! The doctor!

"Oh, Wilbur, I totally forgot to call the doctor!"

"Karena! We cannot deliver a baby without the doctor!" Wilbur did not only sound panicked, but he also sounded angry.

"Yes we can, Wilbur," I replied calmly.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

"Maybe. But Wilbur, we don't have time. I've pushed a baby out before, and you've cut the umbilical cord before. The only thing you would have to do is catch him."

"Okay, umm, I'm putting on gloves." Wilbur walked out of the room and quickly came back in with blue latex gloves on his hands as well as a pair of scissors. Then, he sat down on the floor with his legs crossed.

"You're not terrified of peeking down there?" I asked with a chuckle.

"No, I'm extremely terrified," Wilbur replied, biting his lip. "But, if I have to do this, then I will. I did call 911, by the way. That way, at least someone can examine you both when the baby arrives."

"Good idea," I replied, and then I yelled out, feeling another painful contraction. "Wilbur, what time is it?"

"It's one-thirty," Wilbur answered as I felt an urge to push. "Why? How long have you been in labor now?"

"Only about six and a half hours," I yelled out, trying to restrain myself from pushing by putting both of my arms behind me and into the tub.

"How are you feeling right now?"

"Very pushy, but I'm trying not to push!"

"Karena Robinson, you know your body. If you need to push, just push."

"Oh good!" I exclaimed as the contraction ended. "My body might have been pushing the whole time."

"You're almost there, Karr. Just tell me what I need to do."

"From what I've felt last time, you're just assisting the baby's entrance," I explained.

"I'm so nervous," Wilbur said, biting his lip again.

"You'll do fine, Wil. We both will. Come here." Wilbur came over to my side as I put my right hand on his left cheek. "I love you."

"I love you, too." We drew each other in for a kiss. "Now, let's welcome our son to the world."

"Yes, please!" I exclaimed, and we both chuckled. We just gazed into each other's eyes for a few minutes before my next contraction came. I screamed as Wilbur got back into his position, and I started to push.

"You got this, Karr," I heard Wilbur say as I continued to push. I could tell that the baby was coming because I felt like tearing apart again.

"Whoa! That was fast!" Wilbur exclaimed as my contraction subsided.

"What?" I asked with a laugh.

"What part of the baby usually comes out first?"

"The head. Why?" I continued to laugh.

"Yep. The head's coming out," Wilbur explained, not looking nervous at all.

"I kind of figured," I replied. "I feel torn apart."

"Despite what you're feeling, you're not torn at all." I started to blush. "You're the strongest woman I know, and I love you for that."

"Aww Wilbur—AAH!" I screamed as I started pushing again, and I felt the same burning that I felt when delivering Diana. "Oh, Wilbur, the head's crowning!"

"How does it feel right now?"

"IT HURTS!" I screamed in reply.

"Just breathe, Karr. Breathe." I looked at Wilbur, who started a breathing technique, and I followed suit and breathed with him. I did yelp out a few times because of the contraction, but it eventually subsided.

"Just watch. It will only take me one more push to get him fully out."

"I guess we'll find out," Wilbur replied with a chuckle. I felt another contraction, and I started to push with all my strength. I grunted, and before I knew it, I heard my husband laughing.

"You did it, Karr," Wilbur said with a smile on his face and our baby boy in his arms. He immediately handed our son to me and crawled to my side. "We did it."

"Wilbur, aren't you going to cut the cord?"

"I don't have clamps."

"Oh!" I exclaimed with laughter as I gazed at my son's small face. "Wilbur, he's perfect."

"Yes, he is," Wilbur replied as the paramedics came into the bathroom.

"How are we doing?" the man asked as he knelt down and I put my legs down. I winced, however.

"Well, you missed the birth," I replied with laughter.

"May I see the baby please?" the man asked, and I handed my son to him. "The cord's not cut."

"I have scissors, but not the clamps," Wilbur explained.

"Did you two deliver the baby by yourselves?" the woman asked, and Wilbur and I glanced at each other.

"Yes, we did," Wilbur answered with pride in his voice, and we heard our son's first cry.

"You both did an amazing job," the woman replied. "He is a very healthy baby. When was he born?"

"Probably about three minutes ago," I answered. "You came into the room right after he was born."

"So, he was born at 1:42 PM on May 17th, 2049," the man announced. "Ma'am, what's your name?"

"I'm Karena Robinson, and this is my husband Wilbur."

"Mrs. Robinson, have you delivered the placenta yet?"

"No, not yet."

"We do have to take you to the hospital to make sure you and the baby are okay," the man explained. "But we need to get that placenta out of you first."

"That's fine," Wilbur replied.

"Do you two have a name for him?" the woman asked, and Wilbur and I smiled at each other.

"Wesley Wilbur Robinson," we said at the same time.