Disclaimer: I (sadly) don't own Mort or anything Secret Window.

AN: The baby is on its way, which means that the story is almost over! Don't forget, a sequel depends on the ending of this story, but keep your eyes open no matter what, because I will be writing another Secret Window story after this! Happy reading!

Chapter 12: Confrontations and New Arrivals:

Mort's POV:

The moment that Mort had walked up to the door of the hotel suite, he felt panic grip him. The door was open, and the bodyguards were gone! He knew they got a couple hours off at night, but Amber never left the door open like this! What if something happened to her?! Alarmed at the situation, Mort raced for the door, stopping dead in his tracks at what he saw. There was his wife, hugging another man, and there was a woman and a teenage boy in the room with them! Mort felt his heart stop. Oh, God, they were her parents and brother...he'd seen them leaving the house to go to work and school, and would know them anywhere...

"We're going to get you out of here," Amber's father said, trying to pull her up off the couch.

"You're not taking her anywhere," Mort said. They all turned around.

"Mort, you're back!" Amber gasped, extremely surprised and happy he was here.

Mort smiled as he walked towards his wife, but stopped when her father put himself between them.

"She's coming with us," he snapped, blue eyes blazing. "She's coming home."

Mort felt his blood boil. How dare this man attempt to take Amber away from him! They were connected, bonded together in more ways then this man could even comprehend! Proof of their love was growing in her belly!

"She is home," he growled at Mr. Olson, brown eyes narrowing. "She is my wife, and the mother of my child."

"There is no way you're getting your hands on that baby!" a female voice shrieked. This had to be Amber's mother. He could see where Amber got her almond-shaped eyes and dark hair from. She may be her mother, but Hell will freeze over before I let her touch my wife and child!

"That baby, as you call it, is my child," Mort said, slowly edging closer to Amber's side. "I will not let you take the two most important things in my life away from me!"

It was true. If anyone, or anything, tried to come between him and Amber, he would make sure they ended up like Ted and Amy. There would be no need to call up Shooter, because Mort was confident that he could do this all on his own. He glared at her parents and brother.

"You won't have a choice about giving her up once the law is involved," her father threatened. "You stole her from us, and you'll be in prison so long, the baby will be an adult when you get out!"

A growl escaped Mort's throat. "Amber is part of my soul," he snarled. "Not only that, but we are married, completely, under United States federal law. A judge of the state has seen and signed our marriage certificate!"

Mrs. Olson's jaw clenched. "You probably forced her to sign it!" she snapped. "I want my daughter home, now!"

"Oh!" cried a voice. Everyone stopped arguing and turned towards Amber, who was clutching her belly. Her brother was beside her in an instant.

"Sissy, are you okay?" the teenage boy asked. Mort was confused, but then realized that 'Sissy' must be his nickname for Amber.

"The baby," Amber gasped. "The baby is coming!"

Mort instantly began to panic. There was no way for him to get Amber out of here without alerting her parents, and he was not going to let them touch his wife before she had their baby! As her family bent over her, clutching her hand and telling her to breathe, Mort reached into his pocket and pulled out a special device that had an emergency button on it for when the baby came. He pressed the button, then pulled out his cell-phone and put up to his ear, quick-dialing a specific number.

"Hello?" asked a deep, manly voice.

"Phil, is that you?" Mort whispered.

"Yeah… is that you, Mr. Rainey?" Phil replied. "Is something wrong?"

"Phil, where are you?" Mort snapped. "I need you and your guys to get off of your asses and up here, now!"

"We're on the elevator now, sir," Phil replied. "We'll be there in seconds!"

"You'd better be." Mort hung up and turned to see his wife's parents and brother still hovering over her. He cleared his throat, catching their attention. "The ambulance is on its way," he said, telling a half-lie. It was on the way, but so was security.

Seconds later, five men quietly slipped into the room. They all looked towards Mort for orders, and he jerked his head towards his three "in-laws." The guards nodded and quickly grabbed them, pulling them away from Amber. Meanwhile, Mort rushed to his wife's side, taking her hands in his, letting her squeeze them as another contraction hit.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Mr. Olson roared as he struggled against the grip of the guards holding him prisoner. "MY DAUGHTER IS HAVING A BABY!"

Mort glared at him. "Yes, she is…my baby, to be precise, and I want you as far away from her as possible!" He helped Amber stand up, leading her towards the door, looking at his chief of security. "Phil, keep these three under guard until Mrs. Rainey and I are far away from here!"

"Yes, sir," declared the huge man holding Amber's mother by her arms. "We'll keep 'em here."

Confident in their abilities, Mort led his wife towards the elevators and downstairs, where he was going to see if the ambulance had arrived to meet them.

Amber's POV:

I had never been in so much pain in my life! I mean, who knew having a baby could be so painful?! And I had to go through this for how many hours? It had better not take a day or more, or someone's going to get hurt! It wouldn't be Mort, though…he was so sweet and caring that I couldn't hurt him, even if he was the one that had gotten me pregnant in the first place.

Speaking of Mort, he looked like he was ready to pass out. I was the one who was pregnant, and he's the one who looks like he's going to be sick! Still, it was sweet of him to be holding my hand and standing by me throughout this whole thing. I was even more thankful that he had gotten rid of my parents during this time. Mom would probably be screaming at me and offering advice that I didn't want or need, and who knows what Dad would be doing right now! I wish I had Mike with me, though; he's my little brother, and I'm closer to him than to my folks. On the other hand, Mike had a low tolerance for blood and gore, so maybe it was best that he wasn't with me while I gave birth.

By this time, Mort and I had reached the lobby of the hotel, and several bellboys turned to look at us. They immediately went into a group huddle and whispered to one another before breaking apart, heading towards us. I knew a few of them from my daily walks around the ground floor of the hotel, and they were always happy to help me. On my "travels" around the hotel lobby, whenever I felt the need to sit down, stand up, or had a huge craving for something, The Boys (as they called themselves) were always there to help me sit down, stand up, or fetch me some refreshment or another. The doorman and people at the front desk also knew me, and waved when they saw me. By now, the bellboys had arrived, and they all had anxious looks on their faces.

"You okay, Mrs. Rainey?" asked a boy with blue eyes and light brown hair. It was Billy, the sweetest of the group, and the one who always trailed after me, checking to see if I ever needed anything. He's Irish, and the combinations of his accent and bad jokes always made me laugh when I felt sad or upset.

At that moment, a jolt of pain hit me, and I let out a sound that bordered between a yelp and a growl. The eyes of every male around me widened, and I could tell they were getting ready to panic about what to do with me, the pregnant woman in front of them. I forced a smile and tried speaking to them.

"Is an ambulance here yet, Billy?" I gasped. "It should be here by now."

Billy began to look excited. "The little one's on the way, is it?" he asked, looking at my stomach.

"The ambulance, Billy," I said, gritting my teeth.

"Oh, right!" he said, looking towards the front door. "It just arrived, we were just wondering who it was for."

"That would be us," Mort said, wrapping his arm tighter around my waist. "Let's go, darling."

I nodded, and The Boys all came to escort us to the door. The emergency people looked relieved to see us and eagerly helped me onto a gurney, which they then lifted into the back of the ambulance. Mort jumped in with me, and they were about to close the doors when another bellboy, Jack, came running up with my small pregnancy bag filled with my clothes and necessities. I managed a smile at him before the doors closed and we were off to the hospital.

Mort's POV:

Watching Amber suffer through so much pain was like a stab to his heart. He knew that the birthing was supposed to be painful, but knowing and seeing were two different things! Amber looked like she was dying from it, and Mort felt powerless to help her. God knew that he wanted to take the pain away, but he couldn't…however there were people who could. He turned to the emergency person sitting across from him. It was a woman, and she was dabbing Amber's forehead with a damp cloth.

"Can't you give her something for the pain?" Mort asked, clutching Amber's hand tightly in his, his face taut with worry.

The woman shook her head. "It's too soon," she said. "She won't be fully dilated for hours yet, and any medication given to her now could hurt the baby. She'll have to wait until we get to the hospital."

Mort gulped. He wanted the baby safe, but he also wanted to stop Amber's pain. He didn't want to choose between Amber's life and the life of their baby. God, please don't make me choose between them…I can't choose between the love of my life or the life of my baby! I can't do it! A hand gripped his shoulder, and he looked up.

"She'll be fine, sir," the woman said, smiling. "This is your first baby, right?" Mort nodded, and the woman (Shelly, it said on her name tag) smiled back. "All fathers panic the first time. Trust me, she'll be fine. The pain and yelling is all part of the process, don't worry."

How could he not worry? His wife was in pain, for God's sakes, and they still weren't doing anything to help her! Still, if the professionals said it was normal, then it had to be so, or they would be doing all sorts of emergency stuff to her, right? Mort nodded to himself. Right…this had to be normal…perfectly normal.

Looking at his wife, he saw her give him a tight smile before another contraction hit her. Her hand gripped his, and despite the pain he felt running through his arm, Mort smiled back.

Amber's POV:

It felt like forever until we reached the hospital. I felt pain in every single part of my body, and I wanted to just pass out or die…but if I died, who will take care of my beautiful baby? And what would happen to Mort if I died? He'd be crushed, and our baby will have to be raised by my parents! Oh, God, there was no way I was ever going to let that happen! Not in a million years!

A tremendous stab of pain made me scream, and I felt Mort grip my hand. Looking up at him, I saw panic and concern in his eyes, concern for me. Despite the pain, I smiled. He was such a good man, and our baby boy or girl would be lucky to have him for a father. The smile I directed at him seemed to reassure Mort that I was okay and he smiled back, seeming to relax a bit. The rest of the ride was like this, me crying out in pain and Mort squeezing my hand until I gave him a sign that I was still alright. However, by the time we got there, the pain was so bad I was unable to smile at him anymore, so I just gave his hand small, gentle strokes with my fingers (when they weren't squishing the feeling out of it).

On our arrival, a group of nurses and doctors were there to greet me and hustle me off to a sterile white room, where I was made to sit up and breathe a lot. Mort came in several minutes later in blue scrubs and gloves, and a panicked look in his eyes. He looked so handsome and comical at the same time I let out a small chuckle between contractions, which were coming slightly quicker and more painful.

Mort gave me an odd look when I chuckled, but when he realized that he had made me laugh, he smiled and put his hand on mine, the other going to rest on my shoulder. He began rubbing up and down my arm, trying to sooth me, but with the pain so intense, it didn't help much. However, just knowing that Mort was there for me helped to make me feel a bit better about the whole thing.

In the hotel, Third Person POV:

Michael Olson was bored out of his mind. Watching his father pace the room and mutter things under his breath had gotten old a while ago, and his mother looked like she wanted to kill the five or six guards observing their every move. Mike could understand what angle they were coming from, though. His sister had obviously been happy with this Rainey guy, and their parents had tried to take her from him. It was wrong, but he wasn't about to tell his parents that! The reasons for that were all fairly obvious.

First of all, his mother was not the type of person you want as a mom; she was unstable and mentally abusive, and Amber's baby deserved better than having to live with a grandmother who would torment it and scar it beyond repair. And his dad…well, he was a good man, and a good father, but sometimes he didn't know when to step in and help his children. He'd let his wife hurt his kids and didn't do much to stop her. You'd think that he'd have done something by now, but it never happened.

Inwardly sighing, Mike knew that Mort Rainey was probably the best thing to ever happen to Amber, and they belonged together, despite what his parents thought. She deserved to be happy, and being married with a baby would certainly make her happy! He would really miss her, though. She was his big sister, and had been there through thick and thin for him. Maybe he could visit her during vacation…how else was he supposed to see his niece or nephew?

Smirking, Mike watched as his father continued his muttering and his mother begin to pick at her nails. Maybe Amber would let him live with her after all this was cleared up? It was an idea…

Hours later, Amber's POV:

I let out another scream and gripped Mort's hand in a death-grip. I could see the pain in his face, but he kept hanging on to me. I'd told him to let go, but he simply looked at me like I was crazed.

"I refuse to let you go through this pain all by yourself," he'd declared. He probably regretted having made that decision now, but it was too late. I had him and I wasn't about to let go!

Another bolt of pain gripped my stomach, and I felt like the baby was going to spring out of me right then and there. It had been like this for hours, but the nurses and doctors kept telling me that I still had a few hours, and that I needed to dilate some more. I wanted to kill them for telling me that, but with the contractions, I wasn't able to go far or do much. Sweat poured down my face, and a nurse dabbed my forehead.

"Okay Amber, it's time to push!" said a voice in front of me. "You've dilated enough, so when I tell you to, push, okay?"

I nodded, and waited for the next contraction. When it hit me, I pushed, just like they told me to. God, it felt like I was being ripped apart! My stomach clenched, and I felt ready to pass out, but I pushed anyway. This happened several more times, and each time, the pain got worse. I was just about to give up when I heard the words I'd been praying for this whole day.

"One more push, Amber," said a doctor.

Gripping Mort's hand, I gave one last push and fell back on the bed, unable to give any more. I waited and was rewarded with the sound of something being slapped and a tiny wail. I let my body fully relax against the bed and pillows, my eyes drifting up to Mort's face, which was just as relieved as mine. He looked down at me and smiled, his face lighting up with pride. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by the doctor carrying my new baby over to me.

"It's a girl," he whispered, holding her out to me.

I took my little girl in my arms and felt as though something clicked inside my heart. Her eyes were closed, but I could see that she had a thick lock of hair, a mixture of blond and slightly reddish-brown. I smiled and looked up at Mort, who looked as though I were holding the most precious, most divine creature in the world…though perhaps I was…

"Mort, would you like to hold your daughter?" I asked, smiling up at him.

He stared at me, wide-eyed like a little boy, and nodded. I handed the little squirming bundle to him, and watched as he gently stroked her hair and then her little hands. It was such a sweet picture that I wanted to cry. Instead, I asked him a very important question.

"Mort, what are we going to name her?"

Mort's POV:

His mind instantly drew blank when Amber asked him that. He had been so filled with wonder and joy at this new life that he forgot he had to name her!

"Uh," he said, looking down at the baby. "I have no idea." He looked at his wife. "What do you want to call her?"

"Well," Amber said thoughtfully. "I've always wanted to call my daughter Elizabeth, after England's greatest queen. I've always admired her for being so strong and independent that I hoped to one day have a daughter like her."

Mort smiled. His wife was both smart and beautiful…what a combination! "Elizabeth it is," he said, looking down at his little girl, who was yawning. "What about a middle name?"

Amber shrugged and closed her eyes. "You pick," she said, yawning. "I'm going to go to sleep." With those words, she was fast asleep.

Mort looked down at his sleeping wife and chuckled. "Alright," he said, looking at the two sleeping beauties in his life, but focusing on his tiny daughter. "I'm going to give you your mother's name, because she's the smartest and most beautiful woman in the world and I hope that one day you'll be just like her." Mort held his daughter up so that she was barely an inch away from his face before he spoke. "She'll probably be mad at me, but I don't care," he whispered so as not to wake Amber. "You'll be Elizabeth Amber Rainey." He gently kissed her soft forehead. "Welcome to the world, sweetness."

The baby yawned and sighed as she snuggled down in her father's arms.

AN: It's a girl! Break out the party decorations and champagne! Drinks all around, people! Woohoo! (coughs) Anyway, I hope that everyone's happy with the gender of the baby and that you all enjoyed reading this chapter. Also,show your love for this fic and review! Thanks!