(Here's the chapter all you reviewers have been waiting for. First off, thanks to The Time Traveler, Sonic 1, Jerry, Serena and Raye for reviewing. Now for review replies)

The Time Traveler: I'm glad. You should love this chapter.

Sonic 1: I could theoretically, but the fact is that I haven't really seen one of those plots in which the baby comes out of the female, but I'll try my best.

Jerry: Thanks.

Serena: Thank you. I'm just glad you liked it.

Raye: Thanks.

Copyright 2005

5:51 p.m. -- Beverly Hills Hospital

I rushed in our car to get Sam to the hospital.

"How's it comin', Sammy?" I asked.

"I think my stomach is about ready to burst open!" Sam answered.

"Well, hang in there, sweetheart! We're almost there," I said to Sam. Her hands were on her huge stomach and she was groaning in the process.

I constantly continued driving, trying to avoid red lights because of Sam's pregnancy. In fact, I didn't catch any red lights at all. I drove over 50 mph on a 55 mph road section of the highways of Beverly Hills. The radio was on to keep Sam company and relieve her stress. The song that was on was "The Greatest Love of all" by Whitney Houston -- a hit song from 1986. I didn't like that song, I loved it. In fact, I was singing the words.

"Oooh. I love this song," Sam said while she listened to it.

"I'm glad you do; It's one of my favorites as well, despite the fact that it was a hit from 2 years before I was born (1988)," I pointed out.

Sam was surprised as we continued driving to get Sam to the hospital so the baby could come out of her stomach. I drove up to the parking lot, exited out, and helped Sam to her feet so she could get to the front desk.

I continued to help Sam and walk up to the front desk to the clerk.

"Nurse, this lady is in labor!" I said.

"Well. Let's get a doctor for her, and we'll get the baby out," The nurse said.

We rushed Sam to the emergency room and lay her on a table. The doctor looked at her middle section.

"Oh, it looks like the baby is just about poking its head out. Now, let me get a pair of gloves,"

The doctor took to a basket and reached his hand in. He pulled out a pair of rubber gloves and began to put them on.

"Just relax, sweetheart. Everything will be just fine," I whispered to Sam, trying to keep her relaxed.

"I know that, Mathew; Clover recently gave birth before we married each other," Sam said to me.

Clover was married to Arnold and living next door to us. She had given birth to a baby girl. Arnold had named her Kristen.

The doctor came back and turned to Sam.

"Is she gonna be fine, doc?" I asked.

"Just chill out, sir. Your girl's gonna be fine," The doctor assured me.

Sam continued to push the baby out of her stomach, while the doctor tried to pull out the head of the baby. I tried to keep Sam relaxed for sure. Finally, after a few minutes, the baby came out, and we were both relieved.

"Well, congratulations, ma'am! You've given birth to a baby boy," The doctor announced.

Sam was so ecstatic, but she tried to contain her excitement because her stomach was a little upset from all the forcing of the baby out. She did a simple moving of her hands to her mouths.

7:49 p.m. -- Sam's and Mine's House

Back at our house, Sam and I were sitting in front of the TV on the couch with the baby playing on Sam's lap. He had strips of red hair, black eyeballs, and light skin.

"So, what should we name this little guy, Mathew?" Sam asked me.

"How 'bout 'Chad'?" I offered.

Sam gasped.

"That's perfect. But one question: Why Chad?"

"I say Chad because it's the first name of the 2000 Australian Supercross Champion, 2002 125cc East Supercross Champ, 2003 World Supercross Champ, and 2004 Supercross Champ, Chad Reed," I answered.

"Oh, I see," Sam said to me.

Later that night, Sam and I made a small little bed for little Chad to sleep in, and we put it in our room right next to our dresser drawers. Tomorrow, Sam was going to go shopping for some supplies for Chad. We showered, got dressed, grabbed Chad, and went to watch a little TV. Sam turned on the digital box and the TV and we watched some late night game shows on GSN; It was a Saturday night and "Extreme Dodgeball" was on for 2 hours (1 show, 1 hour each).

"Now this is a pretty interesting and exciting show, sweetie; I never knew such a brutal sport like dodgeball can be so exciting," Sam said to me while we both watched the hour-long show.

"Thanks, Sammy," I complimented.

"You girls seemed to like all the shows that I introduced you to when I first became a WOOHP spy like the 3 of you; 4 if you include Brittney,"

End of chapter.

(Well, give me your thoughts. Liked it? Hated it? Loved it? Thought it was in-between? Neither? Good? Screwed up? Let me know in your reviews, but don't flame me. I don't want any. inhales because feels a bit cold and stuffy, but basically okay -- now sneezes a couple of times. Hope you liked this. See you soon with the possible final chapter; If it is not the final chapter, then the next... 2 or 1 after that one will be the final one, but I'm just not sure yet.)