Angel's Lullaby

Blessed Events

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A/N- This is part one. This is told with focus on Randy. The nest chapter, Part two will be told with focus on John.

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Trish closed her eyes, her hand embracing her belly. In a matter of minutes, life would change forever as she knew it.

"Trisha, how are you feeling?" Randy asked, squatting beside her bed. He couldn't believe that in the matter of an hour, his life would change forever.

"Nervous, and kind of queasy. I think that's more epidural than nerves, though," she chuckled weakly. Randy sighed, wishing he could help her. "I can't believe our adventure together is ending. Although you can never accuse me of crappy birthday presents again!"

"Alright, Miss Comedian!" Randy murmured. She rolled her eyes. "Why did you want ONLY me in the delivery room?" Trish sighed.

"Chris would panic. John would puke. Besides, this is technically our baby," she said. Randy turned around. He had noticed the hint of sadness in her voice. "Happy birthday,"

"Thank you." Randy murmured. Trish giggled. "What is it?"

"I think the anesthesia is making me a little loopy. Did you and John consider what I asked you?" she asked,her eyes piercing Randy. Randy took a sharp breath. What could he say to her?

"If you want to. Won't that make her hard to give up?" he asked. After birth, she wanted to give the baby a breast-fed meal. That is, only if it was alright with John and Randy.

"Yeah, it'll make an incredibly hard decision harder, but I want to give her a good start in life. Colostrum is essential for antibodies and what not," Trish said. Then, she began to giggle again. Randy rolled his eyes.

"Ready?" Dr. O'Carol asked. Shaking, Trish nodded. Randy walked beside her gurney. Passing the waiting room, he exchanged glances with John.

"Just have a seat by her head," Dr. O'Carol said. Randy sat on a small stool, situated by Trish's head. He gently caressed her cheek. "Within five minutes, we'll have her out,"

Trish kept silent. Randy drifted into space. Life would change. Meals would be delayed. They would be up half the night. Yet, it would be welcome.

"You're going to feel some pressure," the doctor said. Randy couldn't help but notice the tears in Trish's eyes. Her journey with the child was ending, and it clearly upset her.

"Don't cry," Randy murmured, tears filling his eyes. Trish reached up and removed her oxygen mask.

"It's hard. I've gotten so close to her," she said, slipping the oxygen mask off. Randy jerked his head up, hearing something. Shaking his head, he gasped, hearing it again.

The soft, lusty wail of a baby.

"She looks bigger than we imagined!" Dr. O'Carol said. "She doesn't even look premature," Randy stood up, glimpsing his daughter on the warming table. She was screaming with fury.

"She's a perfect ten!" the pediatrician exclaimed. "Would you like to hold your eight pound, six ounce daughter?" Shaking, Randy nodded. The pediatrician gently placed the newborn in his arms.

"Relax,Little Princess," he murmured, cradling her close to his body. "You have a name, but we need Daddy before we can tell you your name," The baby stopped crying, and opened her eyes. "What pretty eyes,"

"What color are her eyes?" Trish asked. Randy manuevered himself, so, despite the fact Trish couldn't move, she could see the baby. "She has your eyes," Randy nodded.

"She's inherited your beauty," he said, gently touching the baby's downy blonde hair. "Trisha, John and I can never thank you enough. She's beautiful," Trish gently kissed the baby's cheek.

"You'll have all the love you'll ever need," she murmured. The pediatrician stood behind Randy.

"Your daughter's going to have to go to NICU overnight. Just as a precaution because she IS premature. If you'll follow me," Randy kissed Trish on the cheek.

"You going to be okay?" he murmured. Removing her oxygen mask, Trish took a sharp breath.

"Yeah. Send Chris in, as soon as they're allowing visitors. I also want to see the two of you later," she said, her voice threatening to break.

"The two of you as in me and baby or me and John?" he asked, wanting to clarify.

"You and John," she said, slipping the oxygen mask on. Randy followed the pediatrician. He knew he was breaking Trish's heart and he felt horrible about it.

"Randy!" John callled, jogging up to him. Aware of the circumstances, the pediatrician stopped. "My God, that's a baby," Randy rolled his eyes. John could be such an idiot sometimes!

"Our baby, or should I say our daughter?" Randy murmured. The baby stirred. "I haven't named her yet," John;s eyes widened. Why hadn't his husband given her the name?

"Well, I did have one-" John started to say. Randy shook his head.

"I was waiting for you. You're as much her father as I am." Randy murmured. "I, Randall, aka Papa christen thee with the first name, 'Rhiannon'. May you live up to its meaning,"

"I, Johnathan (A/N-Have no clue if this is right! Got it off of IMDB), aka Daddy christen thee with the middle name, Keith. May it always be a lasting symbol of Papa's love for you," John murmured. A tear slid down his cheek. He couldn't believe he was a father to such a beautiful baby.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we must get this little one to the NICU,"

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The highly-anticipated birth is up! The next chapter will be a little odd. It's 'the birth' again, but focusing on John instead of Randy. That means scenes will overlap. Just wanted to clarify!

JenLea