Six months ago, Greg Sanders asked Sara Sidle out to dinner. She said she would, but instead of dinner, they stayed at her place. Now they are together and she is pregnant.
"Greggie" she called to Greg. That was her pet name for him.
"Yes, baby" he answered. That was his pet name for her.
"Come here."
"Yes."
"Lay down with me."
"Alright."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." He tickled her. She was very ticklish, she laughed.
"Stop" she said breathlessly.
"Okay." They always played like that together. He stopped and he rubbed her belly. "I love you."
"I love you to."
"I think this baby is a boy."
"Oh really."
"Yep."
"I don't think so."
"Yeah."
"No."
"Okay, you will see."
"No, you will."
They had little arguments over the sex of the baby. The doctors offered to tell them, but they made a bet to wait until he or she is born to make sure.
"I love you Greggie."
"I love you baby."
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"Greggo" Nick called from behind him.
"What?" Greg said. His cell phone was going off.
"Where's my evidence?" Nick asked.
"Hold on, hello."
"Hey Greggie" Sara's voice came in.
"Yeah baby."
"Greggie come home, I don't feel well."
"Are you going into labor, or something?" he asked in panic.
"No, Greggie, I'm only seven months, I just feel really bad, come home."
"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can, okay baby?"
"Okay, I love you."
"I love you to."
She hung up and so did he.
"Sanders" Nick said.
"Not now Nick, I have to go home to Sara."
"Sanders" Nick called after him, but he didn't listen to him.
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Greg walked into their house. They saved up and bought a house for the baby.
"Sara" he said.
"I'm in the baby's bedroom" she said.
"Baby, what are you doing in here?"
"I like it in here."
"You need to lie down."
"I know, but I didn't want to until you got home."
"Well I'm here now so come on."
"Okay." He helped her up out of the rocking chair.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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"Sara if you go into labor call me, and even if you don't call me" Greg said.
She was now nine months, and he didn't want to leave and go to work, but he knew he had to.
"I will, I love you, have a good day at work" she said.
"I love you, bye," he said. He kissed her.
"Bye." He left.
An hour later, he called her.
"Hey baby," he said.
"Greggie" she said happily.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, I feel great, but I feel our baby coming any day now."
"Okay good, I love you."
"I love you to Greggie."
"Well I have to go I love you, bye baby."
"Bye my Greggie."
Two hours later Greg got a call from the hospital.
"Sanders" he said.
"Hello is this Greg Sanders?" the woman asked.
"Yes" he said.
"Hi, I am a nurse here at Desert Palm Hospital, we have your girlfriend, Sara Sidle" she said, "She is in labor."
"What, I'll be right there, Grissom, Sara is in labor, and I have to go."
"Okay we will be down there later."
He ran out to his car.
He got there right before the baby was born. He could hear Sara yelling in pain. He hated to see her cry, or hurt. He ran into the room.
"Greggie" she said managing a weak smile.
"Baby" he said.
"Come on Sara push one more time" the doctor said.
"Ohh" she yelled.
Greg went over to her and held her hand.
"Come on baby you can do this," Greg said to her. The baby came out and they handed her to Sara.
"It's a girl," she said, laughing, "I told you."
"Yeah you did" he looked at his daughter. His daughter. He still couldn't believe that at twenty-nine he was a father. He couldn't believe he was a father at all. Their girl was so beautiful.
"What are we going to name this princess?" Sara asked him.
"I like the name Natalie" he said.
"I like Natasha" she said.
"Natalie Natasha Sanders."
"Wonderful." Sara kissed her baby girl. She knew that the new beginning God gave her was not luck it was another change, it was meant to be.