Prologue
:9 months after Allyson Left:
"OH MY GOD!!!" A girl said crying in pain, "It's coming!" she yelled again.
"Miss, you mustn't push." A nurse said calmly to the girl.
"It's the one that is pushing, not me. Get this thing out of me!" the girl said.
The nurse was running down the hall with the girl in the wheel chair. She ran into a room with a couple of more nurses. They got the girl dressed in a gown and placed her on the bed.
"I know, but we have to wait for a little longer. I know the contractions hurt like hell, just try to relax." The nurse said again.
"Relax," the girl said. She was shocked, "How the hell can I relax! Tell me now with so much pain, how the hell can I relax. I swear, this will be the last baby I have, ever!" the girl yelled in pain, "Give me something that kills the pain. Just make sure its not an epidural." She continued.
"I will see what I can do," The nurse said, "Oh, by the way. Do you have someone you want me to call... maybe the father of the child, family a friend or anything?" she asked.
The girl thought to herself, 'I can't call them,' "No, it's just me." She said to the nurse.
The nurse looked at the girl, she looked to be about 24 or 25 years old and she had no one to help her out at all. "Are you sure ma'am?" the nurse asked.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure." The girl replied.
The nurse walked out of the room leaving the girl alone in the room.
: 4 hours later:
"The head is out!" the doctor said. "Give me one more push" the doctor said.
The girl was already weak and couldn't lift herself up anymore. A nurse had to help her. The girl tried to push one more time with beads of sweat dripping down her face and body, "rrrrrrrrr," she moaned as she pushed.
"The baby is out!" The doctor said.
The girl could hear a baby's crying and saw the nurse take it to be weighed and cleaned up to hand her, her new born child.
"Congratulations, Miss. O' Conner, you have a healthy baby boy!" the doctor said.
One of the nurses handed Allyson the child, so she could hold it in her arms. Allyson looked at him, he had stopped crying when he was in her arms and away from cold places and people poking him. He laid in her arms starring at her with his big chocolate brown eyes. He looked just like his father. He didn't look nothing like her, just his father. "Welcome to the world Dominic Vin Toretto, Jr." she said.