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5 YEARS LATER
"Danny, stop pushing your sisters around! Don't make me come out there! Nathan! Don't eat that! That's disgusting! Thank god that you can't walk yet, Kelsey." Grace said as she watched her 5 children play in their backyard. Danny is 5, Megan and Katherine are 3, Nathan is 2, and Kelsey is 1. Grace was 23 and pregnant with her 6th child. Very pregnant. A week and a half over due, actually. She looked like she was going to pop at any second.
Danny and Grace were very used to the whole delivery thing now. They were in the hospital almost once every year. Grace didn't always blame it on Danny. Sometimes she blamed herself for marrying him and others she blamed Rafe for being friends with him and introducing Danny to her.
Their life as a couple was practically perfect. They got up together each morning, enjoyed the hour they had together with piece and quiet, and then it was off to work for Danny and watching the kids for Grace. With her being over due, Danny was very cautious; every hour he would check if Grace called his work and he would call home every once in a while to make sure everything was okay.
That evening, Danny came home to a clean house, dinner ready, 5 rowdy children, and one tired mother. "Well, hello, Sweetheart." He started and kissed her on the cheek.
Grace barely glansed at him before pushing past him to set the table. "Don't you 'well, hello, sweetheart' me. You are the one that got me pregnant with all these kids and now you can deal with them! You get them calm and make sure that they all wash their hands before they sit at MY table and eat their dinner, okay?" Grace yelled at him, which was normal when she was pregnant.
Danny nodded to her and went to get the children ready. While he was helping Kathy wash her hands he heard Grace scream for him. He ran to her still holding Kathy, both with soapy hands. "What is it?!"
"Mommy peed her pants!" Kathy squealed pointing to her mother.
"My water broke!" Grace yelled and began breathing heavily. Danny set Kathy down and went over to the phone. He called Rafe and told him to meet them at the hospital.
Danny got all the children into the car and then helped Grace to the car. He drove like a mad man to the hospital. Every pregnancy is always like the first for him; He's nervous every time.
He had also called the hospital and they wheeled Grace in, leaving Danny to deal with the kids. Lucky for him, Rafe and Evelyn showed up to help him. But they weren't much help; they had 3 kids of their own.
Eventually, they all sat in the waiting room. This was the shortest pregnancy of all because Grace had to have a cesarean section. The baby had moved around and the umbilical cord was tightening around it's neck. They got the baby out before it was too late and Danny and Grace had a new baby boy. His name was Brandon.
Danny was suprised when the doctors came out many hours earlier than they were suppose to. The doctors explained about the complication and told him he had a baby boy. He also explained that the baby would be in intensive care for a few extra days.
Danny went in to see Grace. She was crying; she couldn't stop. When she saw Danny she broke down even more and he went over to comfort her. He wasn't doing a good job because he was crying too. All these thoughts ran through their heads. What if the baby didn't survive? What if they could have prevented it? All they could do now was sit and wait.
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