They're All Coming

The phone rang.

Shawn answered. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Shawn, it's Stacey. I'm at the hospital."

His heart skipped a beat. "Are you, I mean, is it..."

"Yes, Shawn," Stacey replied, her tone hurried and infused with screams in the background.

"I'll be over as soon as I can."

He grabbed his keys, which were lying on the island. "Jack, Eric, I'm going to the hospital. I'll call you when it's over."

The two appeared in the doorway.

"We're going with you," Jack replied, grabbing his jacket off the rack. "I'm your big brother, after all." He put his shoulder around Shawn.

"Thanks," Shawn said quietly.

"And you're practically my brother," Eric noted. "I wouldn't miss this, knowing how important it is to you."

Shawn forced a smile.

They walked out of the apartment, and down to the student lounge. Cory, Topanga and Angela were sitting on the sofa when Shawn walked up to them.

"Stacey's in labor," he said.

"Isn't she early?" Topanga asked concernedly.

"Yeah. A few weeks," Shawn replied. "All we can do is pray she'll be okay." He turned to head out the door.

"Where are you going, Shawn?" Cory called after him.

Shawn stopped. "To the hospital, with Jack and Eric."

"You seriously think you were going to get away without me coming along?"

Shawn spun around. "Ok, not really," he answered.

"Good, because I'm your best friend and I'm definitely coming," Cory announced.

"Me, too," Topanga said, standing up.

Shawn stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"And me," Angela put in, smoothing out her skirt.

Shawn frowned, and walked over to her. "Are you sure? I mean, it's not going to be very comfortable for you."

"I know that," Angela replied. "I've known that all along. But despite who the mother is, it's still the birth of your child." She put her hand on his chest, stood on her toes, and kissed him softly on the lips.

Shawn looked into her eyes, then glanced around. "So I guess everyone's coming."