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Chapter 8
"All right, don't open your eyes until I tell you to." Scott said as he guided Jean up the stairs of the finished boathouse, limping behind her. "Don't open your eyes." He said again.
"I won't I swear." Jean said as she walked up the stairs. Scott turned her down the hallway and into a room.
"Ok, open them." Scott said quietly. Jean did, and she gasped loudly. Scott had guided her into the nursery. She recognized the color, a fine, pale yellow, and the furniture from the pictures. It was all arranged and ready for the baby, which was due in three weeks. Jean looked around with tears in her eyes.
"Oh, Scott, it looks so beautiful." Jean said hugging him. "You did so great."
"I did nothing, except tell Alex and Logan where to put the stuff."
"You're so wonderful." Jean said clasping her hand over her swollen stomach. They walked out of the room together, and Jean noticed Scott's limp. "You're doing better." She said. "You aren't limping as much as you were last week."
"Well, you haven't been letting me walk much, which has been giving my body more time to heal."
"I'm a good fiancé." Jean said placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Oh,"
"What's wrong?" Scott asked stopping. Jean clasped her hand to her stomach.
"Nothing, hon, baby's just been kicking a lot lately."
"Maybe it's a boy." Scott said with a note of confidence in his voice.
"I hope so."
"Me, too."
An hour later both were in the kitchen looking over the pictures from their two previous ultra sounds, and talking about the third and final that were going to that afternoon. Jean couldn't wait. Scott had been begging her for weeks to find out if it was a boy or a girl. He wanted to know. But Jean was sticking to her initial plan; she didn't want to know until the baby was born. She loved surprises.
"Oh look, Scott," Jean said pointing to one of the black and white photographs, "Look, the baby is sucking its thumb, that's so sweet."
"It is capable of doing that now."
"It's capable of doing that before now. Hey, baby is kicking again, give me your hand." Jean took Scott's hand and pressed it flat to her stomach.
"I don't feel anything."
"Here." Jean pressed his hand to her stomach again.
Scott smiled after a minute and kissed her. "This is wonderful, Jean. It's finally hitting me, this is wonderful."
All Jean could do was smile.
In another four hours they were both walking out of the clinic with a last envelope of three photos. Jean placed her hand on her stomach and smiled at Scott. "Not much longer." She said with a brilliant smile. Scott returned it
"Come on, let's go home." He said slipping his arm around her. He rubbed her side as they walked to his car. Scott unlocked her door and opened it for her then he walked back around to his side and got in. Jean paused before getting in and winced holding her stomach.
"You ok?" he asked as she got in.
"Yeah, fine, why?"
"You winced, you ok?"
"I'm fine, Scott, just drive." Jean winced again as she held her stomach.
"Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes, I'm sure, just drive."
Halfway home, Jean started moaning. She held her stomach tight and rocked back and forth in her seat as much as the seatbelt would allow. "Jean, sweetheart? What's wrong?" Scott asked worriedly.
"I think I'm having a contraction." Jean moaned out. Scott pulled the car off to the side of the road and held Jean's shoulders.
"Jean, what's wrong?"
"I...I think I'm going into labor." Jean breathed out. Scott started the engine and turned the car around. "What are you doing?"
"Going to the hospital."
"Oh God."
"What?"
"My water just broke. Oh God, Scott!"
Scott held his hand out to her and she grabbed it. "Just breathe, Jean, just breathe. Deep breaths, you'll be fine."
Scott drove to the hospital as fast as he could and parked the car in the ER lot. He hurriedly helped Jean into a wheelchair and got her inside. By then, the contractions had died down.
After filling out a few forms Jean was put in a room and Scott called the institute. He was on his cell phone for about ten minutes trying to explain to Ororo, and then he had to call Jean's parents, who said they were leaving right away. After all was said and done, he went back to Jean.
"Hey." He said gently as he sat down on a chair beside her bed. She smiled at him and reached up to stroke his cheek.
"Hi. I'm ok, if you're wondering. The doctor came in and checked me over; she said I'm definitely in labor, and that I'm going pretty quick. She did an ultra sound and said that the baby looks very healthy and that there is nothing wrong, except that I'm three weeks early, and if born soon, our baby would be ok. She said it's big, we're going to have a big baby."
"But you're three weeks early."
"I know, big meaning six or seven pounds. At least it feels like that." Jean said rubbing her middle.
"Still kicking?" Scott asked placing his hand over hers.
"Yeah."
Scott leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Take it easy, I'm going to go see if Ororo and Logan are here yet. Page me," Scott tapped his temple, "if you need anything. Anything." Jean nodded and rested her head back on the large pillow and closed her eyes.
Ororo and Logan also had left immediately, and were now sitting in the waiting room. When they saw Scott, both stood immediately. "How is she?" Ororo asked as Scott walked towards them.
"She's fine, she's sleeping for now." Scott sat down and the three fell into a long discussion.
"Did she like the nursery?" Logan asked with a smile.
"Yeah, she was crying. She really loved it, you guys did a good job."
"I guess you picked a good day to show it to her." Ororo said quietly.
"Yeah, guess so. Jean's scared, though, I can see it in her eyes. I'm scared, too. She's three weeks early, and the doctor says there aren't any problems, but you never know." Ororo could hear the shaking in Scott's voice and see it in his hands. She grasped them tight and hugged him. "I don't know what's going to happen, Ororo. I'm scared."
Some time later Scott went back to Jean to see how she was doing and she told him that their doctor had just checked her again and said she should be having the baby some time that evening.
"Wow, you really are progressing quickly." Scott said to her.
"Yup, I guess baby wants to grace us with its presence early."
"Any more contractions?" Scott asked rubbing her middle gently.
"Don't get me started."
He smiled. "Uh, here, I brought you some ice chips, if you want anything."
"Thanks." Jean took a handful and ate them one by one. "So, are Ororo and Logan here yet?"
"Yeah, they got here a while ago, I went out to the waiting room and we talked for an hour or so, and then Ororo said she had to go do something, and Logan went with her. Your parents aren't here yet, though, if you're wondering."
"I'm not, but thank you for informing me. Can I have the water?" Scott handed her the cup. "Thanks. So, do you think it's a boy or a girl?"
"Boy, or at least I hope it's a boy. I want a son, but if it's a girl I'll still be the happiest man, because it's still our child, Jean. You and me, me and you."
At that moment there was a knock on the door. Scott rose to answer it. "Hey, where did you go?" he asked Logan.
"Ororo got something for Jean." They both walked in, Ororo holding her hands behind her back.
"What do you have?" Jean asked with a sly smile. Ororo pulled her hands out from behind her back and presented Jean with a stuffed animal stork carrying a baby wrapped in a blanket from its beak. "Oh, Storm, you didn't have to." Jean said cradling the stuffed animal in her arms.
"I wanted to. You deserve it, both of you." She meant Jean and the baby.
"So how are you feeling?" Ororo asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Could be better. Where did Scott and Logan go?"
"Oh, I think they went out into the hallway, don't worry, Scott wouldn't go far."
"Good. Doctor Riles said the baby should hopefully be born tonight some time."
"Wow, Jean, you're just plowing right through this aren't you."
"Yeah. I think Scott's actually really relieved I'm having the baby early. He's just as anxious as it is."
Out in the hallway, Scott and Logan stayed off to one side keeping their voices low. They were only two doors down from Jean and Ororo.
"Did you get the other surprise?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, it's in the back of the van, we brought it with us. Good thing it came in now, huh."
Scott just nodded. "You think she'll like it?"
"Scott, it's for the baby, why wouldn't she like it."
"Good point."
"So, you nervous, about becoming a parent?"
"Very, I'm so nervous. I don't know if I'm going to be a good parent, or a lousy one, or..."
"Don't worry, kid. I'm sure Jeannie has every faith in you. We all do."
"Thanks-"
"Scott! Get in here!" Ororo yelled suddenly from the room. Scott and Logan ran back in.
"What's wrong?" Scott asked going up beside Jean.
Jean breathed for a minute, obviously straining with something. "Get the doctor, Scott. Baby is coming...ow..."
"Ororo, go find Doctor Riles! Hurry." Scott took Jean's left hand and squeezed it tight. "I'm here, sweetheart, you're going to be fine." Logan took her right hand.
"We're both with you, Red, don't worry."
Ororo and the doctor came in a minute later. "Ok, only two of you can be in here."
"I'll go wait outside, see if Jean's parents are here yet." Ororo said voting herself out. Scott helped Jean to sit up never letting go of her hand.
"Just breathe, sweetheart, it's ok." He said encouragingly. "You can do this, Jean, you can do this."
"Take it easy, Jean, breathe." The doctor said prepping her. "You're going to be fine." She said. "Just do as I say."
A minute after Ororo had sat down in the waiting room, Jean's parents and sister burst through the door. "Ororo, what happened, I got Scott's call, is Jean all right?" John Grey asked all in one breath.
"Relax, John, everything is fine. Please sit I'll explain everything. On their way back from their appointment at the clinic today, Jean went into labor. Scott got her here and then called us and you. Jean's been resting for the last five or six hours."
"She's three weeks early, Ororo, is she all right?"
"Yes, she's fine. The doctor did an ultra sound when Scott brought her in, and she said that if the baby is born now, it'll be ok."
"Is Jean ok, though?" John asked.
"She's having the baby right now, but I was told to leave. Scott and Logan are in there with her. I'm sure we'll be able to see her eventually, but they're not going to allow anyone else in the room at this time."
"I understand that." John said in a surprisingly calm tone. "How's Scott, is he nervous?"
"He was shaking earlier, shaking very bad. He was nervous about Jean, but he as more nervous about whether or not he'll make a good parent. He confessed to me that he's actually horrified."
"He has every right to be, he's only nineteen, but that doesn't mean he won't make a bad parent. I trust him and believe in him. We all do." John said looking from Elaine to Sara.
"He needs that, they both do; they're both scared."
"Come on, Jean!" Scott urged her as he squeezed her hand again. "Come on, Jean, you can do this, I know you can." Jean threw her energy into the push and her head collapsed back onto the pillow.
"Scott, I can't do this." She breathed. "I can't."
"Yes, you can, what kind of talk is that? The Jean I know doesn't talk like that. The Jean I know can do anything. Anything. Come on, you can do this."
"He's right, Red. Where the Jean I know? The fearless, fire-tempered, redhead with a nerve of steel, where is she? She can do this; you can do this, Jean. Just one more push."
"We're right here, Jean, we're with you." Scott kissed her temple and squeezed her hand; Logan did as well. Jean sat up again, took a deep breath, and leaned forward. She could do this, she could. She thought of nothing else but the baby, Scott, the baby, Scott. She could do this. Finally she heard a high pitch squeal and collapsed back into the bed again panting. She looked over at Scott, who had tears running down his face. He leaned down and kissed and hugged her neck. "You did it, sweetheart, you did it."
"You did it, Red." Jean looked at Logan and was shocked to see him crying. She had never seen him cry before.
"Logan," she breathed out. "Come here." She hugged him tight.
"It's a boy." The doctor said above the baby's screaming.
Jean looked at Scott with the most brilliant smile she could muster. He smiled back and had to sit and remove his glasses to allow the tears to flow.
He had a son. He had a son.
Thirty minutes later, Ororo, and Jean's family were still sitting in the waiting room. Paul and Sara returned with five cups of coffee and passed them around. Logan came walking out a few minutes later.
"Logan," Ororo said going to him. "Did she have the baby?"
"Yeah, she did. Scott asked if he could bring it out, and the doctor yes, but only for a few minutes. He and Jean are with the baby right now; he'll be out soon. It has to stop crying first."
Ororo laughed and a tear of relief fell down her cheek. Logan reached out and wiped it away. "So everything's ok?"
"Yeah, everything is fine. Where's the vending machines, I'm starving."
Ororo laughed again and they walked off down the hall, together. When they came back they told John and Elaine everything, but Logan still wouldn't tell if it was a boy or girl yet. They were going to have to wait and see.
"Oh, Scott." Jean said as she cooed over their son. He was sucking on her index finger contently. "He's so perfect. He looks just like you. Same nose, same mouth, same hair."
"Yeah, but he has your eyes. You're beautiful green eyes, Jean. That I will never tire of staring into." Jean smiled at him and kissed him. "I'm so proud of you." He said stroking her hair. "You did so great."
"I couldn't have done it without you. I want to than you for putting up with me for the past nine months, I know I was horrible to you at times."
"You were more than horrible, you were downright itchy with a b."
"I know, I'm sorry. You should take him to meet everyone now, before the nurse comes back to take him to the nursery."
"I'll be right back, ok. I promise, try and rest."
Scott walked out into the waiting room, his son cradled safely in his arms. This was the first time he was holding his son. When he had first held Jean in his arms, he didn't think he could ever hold anything as precious as her. He was wrong. He walked over to where Jean's parents and Logan and Ororo were sitting, and was greeted with several gasps.
"It's a boy." He said proudly as he sat down. Everyone gathered around him. "His name is Nathan Christopher Charles Summers. Jean picked it."
"Is he named after your father?" Ororo asked quietly. "And Charles."
"Yeah." Scott could feel tears coming on again and quickly blinked them away. "I can't believe this." He said quietly.
"Believe it son." John said patting him on the shoulder. "You're a father now, and you'll be a good one, I'm sure of it."
"Thanks Mr. Grey, I appreciate that. Would you like to hold him?"
"Yes, I would." Scott was actually reluctant for a moment. He placed Nathan in his grandfather's arms. "He's a big baby. How much does he weigh?"
"Six and a half pounds." Scott said wiping more tears away. "God, I can't stop doing this. I'm so happy."
"You should be." Elaine said. "This should be the happiest days of your life. I have a question for you, Scott. When are you and Jean going to get married?"
"Elaine, don't ask him that now." John said.
"No, it's ok. We haven't decided yet, actually. We want to wait a while." Elaine nodded.
"Here," John said placing Nathan back in Scott's arms. "I think you should get him back to Jean before he begins to cry."
"Yeah. Thank you all for being here." Scott said standing.
"Tell Jean we're all very proud of her." Elaine said.
"Tell her, I have something I want to tell her." Sara said. "In private."
"I will. You can talk to her in a little while. I think she wants to rest first."
As Scott walked back to the room with his newborn son in his arms, he felt that Elaine was right. This was the happiest day of his life. He was sure though, that in time, he would be adding another date to his quickly growing, 'Happiest Days of My Life' list.
Author's Note: Well, there you have it the story is DONE! I was thinking of writing a sequel, and I actually started writing down a few ideas for it. I'm going out on a limb here, I want to know what you guys think. Should I continue this story, or should I stop it here. Honestly, I'm having too much fun with it, but I want your opinions. Review please, and tell me what you think. Should I continue, or should I leave as is? It'll be PG-13 if I do. Thanks RedPhoenix1821 (
Chapter 8
"All right, don't open your eyes until I tell you to." Scott said as he guided Jean up the stairs of the finished boathouse, limping behind her. "Don't open your eyes." He said again.
"I won't I swear." Jean said as she walked up the stairs. Scott turned her down the hallway and into a room.
"Ok, open them." Scott said quietly. Jean did, and she gasped loudly. Scott had guided her into the nursery. She recognized the color, a fine, pale yellow, and the furniture from the pictures. It was all arranged and ready for the baby, which was due in three weeks. Jean looked around with tears in her eyes.
"Oh, Scott, it looks so beautiful." Jean said hugging him. "You did so great."
"I did nothing, except tell Alex and Logan where to put the stuff."
"You're so wonderful." Jean said clasping her hand over her swollen stomach. They walked out of the room together, and Jean noticed Scott's limp. "You're doing better." She said. "You aren't limping as much as you were last week."
"Well, you haven't been letting me walk much, which has been giving my body more time to heal."
"I'm a good fiancé." Jean said placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Oh,"
"What's wrong?" Scott asked stopping. Jean clasped her hand to her stomach.
"Nothing, hon, baby's just been kicking a lot lately."
"Maybe it's a boy." Scott said with a note of confidence in his voice.
"I hope so."
"Me, too."
An hour later both were in the kitchen looking over the pictures from their two previous ultra sounds, and talking about the third and final that were going to that afternoon. Jean couldn't wait. Scott had been begging her for weeks to find out if it was a boy or a girl. He wanted to know. But Jean was sticking to her initial plan; she didn't want to know until the baby was born. She loved surprises.
"Oh look, Scott," Jean said pointing to one of the black and white photographs, "Look, the baby is sucking its thumb, that's so sweet."
"It is capable of doing that now."
"It's capable of doing that before now. Hey, baby is kicking again, give me your hand." Jean took Scott's hand and pressed it flat to her stomach.
"I don't feel anything."
"Here." Jean pressed his hand to her stomach again.
Scott smiled after a minute and kissed her. "This is wonderful, Jean. It's finally hitting me, this is wonderful."
All Jean could do was smile.
In another four hours they were both walking out of the clinic with a last envelope of three photos. Jean placed her hand on her stomach and smiled at Scott. "Not much longer." She said with a brilliant smile. Scott returned it
"Come on, let's go home." He said slipping his arm around her. He rubbed her side as they walked to his car. Scott unlocked her door and opened it for her then he walked back around to his side and got in. Jean paused before getting in and winced holding her stomach.
"You ok?" he asked as she got in.
"Yeah, fine, why?"
"You winced, you ok?"
"I'm fine, Scott, just drive." Jean winced again as she held her stomach.
"Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yes, I'm sure, just drive."
Halfway home, Jean started moaning. She held her stomach tight and rocked back and forth in her seat as much as the seatbelt would allow. "Jean, sweetheart? What's wrong?" Scott asked worriedly.
"I think I'm having a contraction." Jean moaned out. Scott pulled the car off to the side of the road and held Jean's shoulders.
"Jean, what's wrong?"
"I...I think I'm going into labor." Jean breathed out. Scott started the engine and turned the car around. "What are you doing?"
"Going to the hospital."
"Oh God."
"What?"
"My water just broke. Oh God, Scott!"
Scott held his hand out to her and she grabbed it. "Just breathe, Jean, just breathe. Deep breaths, you'll be fine."
Scott drove to the hospital as fast as he could and parked the car in the ER lot. He hurriedly helped Jean into a wheelchair and got her inside. By then, the contractions had died down.
After filling out a few forms Jean was put in a room and Scott called the institute. He was on his cell phone for about ten minutes trying to explain to Ororo, and then he had to call Jean's parents, who said they were leaving right away. After all was said and done, he went back to Jean.
"Hey." He said gently as he sat down on a chair beside her bed. She smiled at him and reached up to stroke his cheek.
"Hi. I'm ok, if you're wondering. The doctor came in and checked me over; she said I'm definitely in labor, and that I'm going pretty quick. She did an ultra sound and said that the baby looks very healthy and that there is nothing wrong, except that I'm three weeks early, and if born soon, our baby would be ok. She said it's big, we're going to have a big baby."
"But you're three weeks early."
"I know, big meaning six or seven pounds. At least it feels like that." Jean said rubbing her middle.
"Still kicking?" Scott asked placing his hand over hers.
"Yeah."
Scott leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Take it easy, I'm going to go see if Ororo and Logan are here yet. Page me," Scott tapped his temple, "if you need anything. Anything." Jean nodded and rested her head back on the large pillow and closed her eyes.
Ororo and Logan also had left immediately, and were now sitting in the waiting room. When they saw Scott, both stood immediately. "How is she?" Ororo asked as Scott walked towards them.
"She's fine, she's sleeping for now." Scott sat down and the three fell into a long discussion.
"Did she like the nursery?" Logan asked with a smile.
"Yeah, she was crying. She really loved it, you guys did a good job."
"I guess you picked a good day to show it to her." Ororo said quietly.
"Yeah, guess so. Jean's scared, though, I can see it in her eyes. I'm scared, too. She's three weeks early, and the doctor says there aren't any problems, but you never know." Ororo could hear the shaking in Scott's voice and see it in his hands. She grasped them tight and hugged him. "I don't know what's going to happen, Ororo. I'm scared."
Some time later Scott went back to Jean to see how she was doing and she told him that their doctor had just checked her again and said she should be having the baby some time that evening.
"Wow, you really are progressing quickly." Scott said to her.
"Yup, I guess baby wants to grace us with its presence early."
"Any more contractions?" Scott asked rubbing her middle gently.
"Don't get me started."
He smiled. "Uh, here, I brought you some ice chips, if you want anything."
"Thanks." Jean took a handful and ate them one by one. "So, are Ororo and Logan here yet?"
"Yeah, they got here a while ago, I went out to the waiting room and we talked for an hour or so, and then Ororo said she had to go do something, and Logan went with her. Your parents aren't here yet, though, if you're wondering."
"I'm not, but thank you for informing me. Can I have the water?" Scott handed her the cup. "Thanks. So, do you think it's a boy or a girl?"
"Boy, or at least I hope it's a boy. I want a son, but if it's a girl I'll still be the happiest man, because it's still our child, Jean. You and me, me and you."
At that moment there was a knock on the door. Scott rose to answer it. "Hey, where did you go?" he asked Logan.
"Ororo got something for Jean." They both walked in, Ororo holding her hands behind her back.
"What do you have?" Jean asked with a sly smile. Ororo pulled her hands out from behind her back and presented Jean with a stuffed animal stork carrying a baby wrapped in a blanket from its beak. "Oh, Storm, you didn't have to." Jean said cradling the stuffed animal in her arms.
"I wanted to. You deserve it, both of you." She meant Jean and the baby.
"So how are you feeling?" Ororo asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Could be better. Where did Scott and Logan go?"
"Oh, I think they went out into the hallway, don't worry, Scott wouldn't go far."
"Good. Doctor Riles said the baby should hopefully be born tonight some time."
"Wow, Jean, you're just plowing right through this aren't you."
"Yeah. I think Scott's actually really relieved I'm having the baby early. He's just as anxious as it is."
Out in the hallway, Scott and Logan stayed off to one side keeping their voices low. They were only two doors down from Jean and Ororo.
"Did you get the other surprise?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, it's in the back of the van, we brought it with us. Good thing it came in now, huh."
Scott just nodded. "You think she'll like it?"
"Scott, it's for the baby, why wouldn't she like it."
"Good point."
"So, you nervous, about becoming a parent?"
"Very, I'm so nervous. I don't know if I'm going to be a good parent, or a lousy one, or..."
"Don't worry, kid. I'm sure Jeannie has every faith in you. We all do."
"Thanks-"
"Scott! Get in here!" Ororo yelled suddenly from the room. Scott and Logan ran back in.
"What's wrong?" Scott asked going up beside Jean.
Jean breathed for a minute, obviously straining with something. "Get the doctor, Scott. Baby is coming...ow..."
"Ororo, go find Doctor Riles! Hurry." Scott took Jean's left hand and squeezed it tight. "I'm here, sweetheart, you're going to be fine." Logan took her right hand.
"We're both with you, Red, don't worry."
Ororo and the doctor came in a minute later. "Ok, only two of you can be in here."
"I'll go wait outside, see if Jean's parents are here yet." Ororo said voting herself out. Scott helped Jean to sit up never letting go of her hand.
"Just breathe, sweetheart, it's ok." He said encouragingly. "You can do this, Jean, you can do this."
"Take it easy, Jean, breathe." The doctor said prepping her. "You're going to be fine." She said. "Just do as I say."
A minute after Ororo had sat down in the waiting room, Jean's parents and sister burst through the door. "Ororo, what happened, I got Scott's call, is Jean all right?" John Grey asked all in one breath.
"Relax, John, everything is fine. Please sit I'll explain everything. On their way back from their appointment at the clinic today, Jean went into labor. Scott got her here and then called us and you. Jean's been resting for the last five or six hours."
"She's three weeks early, Ororo, is she all right?"
"Yes, she's fine. The doctor did an ultra sound when Scott brought her in, and she said that if the baby is born now, it'll be ok."
"Is Jean ok, though?" John asked.
"She's having the baby right now, but I was told to leave. Scott and Logan are in there with her. I'm sure we'll be able to see her eventually, but they're not going to allow anyone else in the room at this time."
"I understand that." John said in a surprisingly calm tone. "How's Scott, is he nervous?"
"He was shaking earlier, shaking very bad. He was nervous about Jean, but he as more nervous about whether or not he'll make a good parent. He confessed to me that he's actually horrified."
"He has every right to be, he's only nineteen, but that doesn't mean he won't make a bad parent. I trust him and believe in him. We all do." John said looking from Elaine to Sara.
"He needs that, they both do; they're both scared."
"Come on, Jean!" Scott urged her as he squeezed her hand again. "Come on, Jean, you can do this, I know you can." Jean threw her energy into the push and her head collapsed back onto the pillow.
"Scott, I can't do this." She breathed. "I can't."
"Yes, you can, what kind of talk is that? The Jean I know doesn't talk like that. The Jean I know can do anything. Anything. Come on, you can do this."
"He's right, Red. Where the Jean I know? The fearless, fire-tempered, redhead with a nerve of steel, where is she? She can do this; you can do this, Jean. Just one more push."
"We're right here, Jean, we're with you." Scott kissed her temple and squeezed her hand; Logan did as well. Jean sat up again, took a deep breath, and leaned forward. She could do this, she could. She thought of nothing else but the baby, Scott, the baby, Scott. She could do this. Finally she heard a high pitch squeal and collapsed back into the bed again panting. She looked over at Scott, who had tears running down his face. He leaned down and kissed and hugged her neck. "You did it, sweetheart, you did it."
"You did it, Red." Jean looked at Logan and was shocked to see him crying. She had never seen him cry before.
"Logan," she breathed out. "Come here." She hugged him tight.
"It's a boy." The doctor said above the baby's screaming.
Jean looked at Scott with the most brilliant smile she could muster. He smiled back and had to sit and remove his glasses to allow the tears to flow.
He had a son. He had a son.
Thirty minutes later, Ororo, and Jean's family were still sitting in the waiting room. Paul and Sara returned with five cups of coffee and passed them around. Logan came walking out a few minutes later.
"Logan," Ororo said going to him. "Did she have the baby?"
"Yeah, she did. Scott asked if he could bring it out, and the doctor yes, but only for a few minutes. He and Jean are with the baby right now; he'll be out soon. It has to stop crying first."
Ororo laughed and a tear of relief fell down her cheek. Logan reached out and wiped it away. "So everything's ok?"
"Yeah, everything is fine. Where's the vending machines, I'm starving."
Ororo laughed again and they walked off down the hall, together. When they came back they told John and Elaine everything, but Logan still wouldn't tell if it was a boy or girl yet. They were going to have to wait and see.
"Oh, Scott." Jean said as she cooed over their son. He was sucking on her index finger contently. "He's so perfect. He looks just like you. Same nose, same mouth, same hair."
"Yeah, but he has your eyes. You're beautiful green eyes, Jean. That I will never tire of staring into." Jean smiled at him and kissed him. "I'm so proud of you." He said stroking her hair. "You did so great."
"I couldn't have done it without you. I want to than you for putting up with me for the past nine months, I know I was horrible to you at times."
"You were more than horrible, you were downright itchy with a b."
"I know, I'm sorry. You should take him to meet everyone now, before the nurse comes back to take him to the nursery."
"I'll be right back, ok. I promise, try and rest."
Scott walked out into the waiting room, his son cradled safely in his arms. This was the first time he was holding his son. When he had first held Jean in his arms, he didn't think he could ever hold anything as precious as her. He was wrong. He walked over to where Jean's parents and Logan and Ororo were sitting, and was greeted with several gasps.
"It's a boy." He said proudly as he sat down. Everyone gathered around him. "His name is Nathan Christopher Charles Summers. Jean picked it."
"Is he named after your father?" Ororo asked quietly. "And Charles."
"Yeah." Scott could feel tears coming on again and quickly blinked them away. "I can't believe this." He said quietly.
"Believe it son." John said patting him on the shoulder. "You're a father now, and you'll be a good one, I'm sure of it."
"Thanks Mr. Grey, I appreciate that. Would you like to hold him?"
"Yes, I would." Scott was actually reluctant for a moment. He placed Nathan in his grandfather's arms. "He's a big baby. How much does he weigh?"
"Six and a half pounds." Scott said wiping more tears away. "God, I can't stop doing this. I'm so happy."
"You should be." Elaine said. "This should be the happiest days of your life. I have a question for you, Scott. When are you and Jean going to get married?"
"Elaine, don't ask him that now." John said.
"No, it's ok. We haven't decided yet, actually. We want to wait a while." Elaine nodded.
"Here," John said placing Nathan back in Scott's arms. "I think you should get him back to Jean before he begins to cry."
"Yeah. Thank you all for being here." Scott said standing.
"Tell Jean we're all very proud of her." Elaine said.
"Tell her, I have something I want to tell her." Sara said. "In private."
"I will. You can talk to her in a little while. I think she wants to rest first."
As Scott walked back to the room with his newborn son in his arms, he felt that Elaine was right. This was the happiest day of his life. He was sure though, that in time, he would be adding another date to his quickly growing, 'Happiest Days of My Life' list.
Author's Note: Well, there you have it the story is DONE! I was thinking of writing a sequel, and I actually started writing down a few ideas for it. I'm going out on a limb here, I want to know what you guys think. Should I continue this story, or should I stop it here. Honestly, I'm having too much fun with it, but I want your opinions. Review please, and tell me what you think. Should I continue, or should I leave as is? It'll be PG-13 if I do. Thanks RedPhoenix1821 (