Now that I think about it, this is starting to remind me of Riding in Cars With Boys where both Bev and Fay are pregnant and all…except, Suze has never even met Kailey and Paul and Suze were never exactly friends…

Suze's POV:

We finally told my parents (well, my mom and Andy). This is how it went.

Me: Uh, mom?

Mom: Yes, sweetie?

Me: Um, well, Jesse and I…we, uh, have something to tell you.

Andy: Oh?

Me: Yeah.

Jesse & Me: We're pregnant. (Jesse) Well, she's pregnant. (Me) Well, I'm pregnant.

My mom cupped her hands over her mouth. She said, "Oh, my baby is having her own baby! Oh, my God, we have to plan a baby shower!"

Andy, however, didn't really react like this. "Jesse. I thought you were more responsible than this. I thought we agreed that this kind of thing could—"

My mom hit him. "Oh, Andy, she's in college! In fact, she's more than half-way through college! She can make her own decisions. And Jesse will make for a great father! So when's the baby shower?"

So, yeah. It went better than expected, to say in the least. Now all I had to do was actually have the baby, and I'd be okay.

As the months passed by, eventually so did my morning sickness, and the final stages of my pregnancy had arrived. I had been sitting watching TV with Jesse when I felt it.

"Jesse?"

"Yes, Susannah?"

"When is the baby supposed to be born again?"

"August 23rd, why?"

Shit! That was two months away! IT WAS TOO EARLY!

"Because," I said, a little stressed. Okay, really stressed. I wanted my baby to be healthy, okay? I didn't want it to be premature or anything. Yes, sadly, I was still calling it an "it" up to this point, since I didn't know the sex because I wanted to be surprised. "I think I'm having contractions."

Jesse looked over, surprised. Good thing he was in medical school, because a few hours later, my water broke. "JESSE!" I screamed. "THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN FOR TWO MONTHS!"

"I know, Susannah, just stay calm. We'll get you to the hospital…"

"I don't really want to go to the hospital, Jesse. I—I don't think I'll make it."

Jesse didn't look very pleased at this, but it turned out he didn't really have any choice, because in the next few minutes we found that this baby wanted out of there, and it wanted out of there then. In the next hour, I had a baby boy, delivered by his very own doctor-in-training father.

Jesse was holding on to my hand, and I was holding the baby. "What about John?"

Jesse considered this. "John…I like it. I nice, old-fashioned name—" Jesse had a thing for old-fashioned names, since he himself was rather old-fashioned, for reasons that you all probably already know. "But always with the time. That's good. So his name will be…John—what?"

I thought about this. "How about Paul?"

Jesse looked grim. "Susannah, why would you want to name your bundle of joy after that—"

"Jesse," I said softly. "He was a pig to me, it's true. But I think he realizes that now. And also, if he hadn't gone back in time to try and keep you from dying in the first place, you would still be a ghost, or possibly have moved on, and this—" I indicated John. "Would have never happened."

Jesse sighed. "Fine. John Paul de Silva it is, if that's what you want. But we only use his middle name if we have to."

I smiled. "Thanks, Jesse."

Paul's POV:

She had the baby July 28th. I was now the father of a beautiful little girl, whose name we decided should be Katherine, after Kailey's mother. For the months that followed, I spent all my time being her playmate and companion. I tried to teach her to speak (though at this point, all she said was bottle and mama…typical. Mama, but not daddy) and she could even walk a few steps at this early stage. But not without guidance, of course.

Something else also happened after the birth of Katherine. We got married.

I had, of course, asked her immediately after she said she was pregnant. I couldn't let her be a single mom. That wouldn't be right.

So we lived as the Slaters, a family of three now, instead of two.

At six months, we enrolled her in a nearby preschool called Kinder Care. I about dropped Katherine, who was cuddling in my arms, when I saw the last person I expected to see there—Suze Simon.