Night at the Carters' house. Abby is now nine months pregnant. Abby is already in bed. Carter comes in and cuddles up next to her.

Carter: Hey

Abby: hey, how was work?

Carter: same old, same old

Abby: hmm

Carter; how was your day

Abby: same old, same old.

Carter: boring?

Abby: yeah

Carter: hmm

Abby rolls over, but then a few minutes later rolls back.

Carter: What's the matter?

Abby: Nothing, I just can't get comfortable. My back hurts.

Carter: Oh, here, I'll rub it for you… starts rubbing her back…Does that feel better?

Abby: a little

Carter: good.

Later that night. Carter is asleep. Abby bolts up, making a painful face. She looks over at Carter and then gets out of bed, heading to the bathroom.

From inside the bathroom we hear some noise

Abby (muttering): Wonderful. …. (yelling): John

Carter (still in bed with his eyes closed): yeah

Abby: My water broke

Carter: That's nice honey, when you're done turn off the light ok?

Cut to Abby she is holding on to the counter and rolls her eyes at John's reply

Abby: One… Two… Three… Four… Five

Carter (realizing what she said): What? You hear him jump out of bed and run to the bathroom

Abby: Ah, only five seconds

Carter: what?

Abby: never mind

Carter: You're in labor?

Abby: It seems that way.

Carter: how far apart are the contractions?

Abby: I don't know, like twenty minutes or so

Carter: Ok, we need to go to the hospital

Abby: Ok, why don't you call them and tell them we're on our way. I want to change first.

Carter: change?

Abby: yeah, I'm not going in wet clothes

Carter: oh, ok. He doesn't move.

Abby: John?

Carter: yeah?

Abby: phone call?

Carter: oh, right. He leaves to go make a phone call.

Abby (shaking her head): This is going to be a long night.

Fifteen minutes later in the car. John looks over at Abby and sees she is clutching the door handle and biting her lip

Carter: contraction?

Abby: You think

Carter: breathe honey breathe

Abby: Will you shut up and drive

Carter: ok

Abby: that's not being quiet

Ten minutes later at the ER. Carter is helping Abby walk into the hospital.

Carter: hey can we get a wheelchair over here

Susan comes over with a wheelchair

Susan: hey guys, how far apart are they?

Carter: about fifteen minutes

Susan: good, good… How are you feeling?

Carter: she's fine

Abby (snapping): Ok, I am so right here. I can answer for myself.

Susan: Abby how are you?

Abby: how do you think I am doing? As another contraction comes Abby grabs Carter's hand and squeezes it.

Carter: Breathe, honey, breathe

Abby: If you tell me that one more time, I'm going to hit you so hard John Carter we will be saying that to you.

As they arrive at the elevator it opens

Susan: ok guys, have fun. Abby gives her a mean look and Carter gives her one that seems to say "save me." Keep us updated. The doors close and Susan walks back to the admit desk

Neela: I am so glad I am not Abby right now

Susan: Oh, I'm glad I'm not Carter. Abby looks ready to kill him.

Neela; you think he'll be ok?

Susan: if he keeps his mouth shut

An hour later in the OB ward. Abby is in the bed with machines and IVs hooked up to her. Carter is pacing the room

Abby: Carter is you don't sit down; I am going to tie you down

Carter: sorry. He sits down. Do you want anything? Ice chips?

Abby: maybe later

Carter: ok. Silence ensues. After a few minutes Carter gets up and starts pacing again. Abby rolls her eyes. Then a doctor comes in.

Doctor: ok, Abby Carter, how are you feeling?

Abby (being very sweet): just fine

Doctor: good, I'm here to do your epidural

Abby: ok

Carter: oh so you're nice to him

Abby (flashing him a look and hissing): he has the drugs

Carter: Oh… You know what I'm going to go to the cafeteria. I'll bring you some ice chips ok?

Abby (sarcastically): That sounds great. Bye honey. I love you.

Carter nods and leaves the room.

About ten minutes later. Carter is coming back from the cafeteria and sees his dad in the hall.

Carter: Dad! I'm so glad you came. He hugs him.

Jack: Hi John. How's Abby?

Carter: Fine….Being very mean. But she's getting an epidural, so may she'll be a little nicer now.

Jack: Don't count on it. Women are always mean when they are in labor. Just wait, it'll get worse when she delivers.

Carter: oh wonderful.

They stop outside Abby's room.

Carter: Are you coming in?

Jack: No I'll come see you guys later. I just stopped by on my way to a meeting. I'll be back in a few hours.

Carter: Ok, I'll see you later. Jack walks away and Carter goes back into the room.

Carter: hey sweetie

Abby (smiling): hi

Carter: I brought you some ice chips

Abby: oh thanks. She takes the ice chips from him. Carter watches as she comps happily on them.

Carter: So… the epidural is working.

Abby: Yes

Carter: good. He starts to slide his chair near her, but not too close

Abby: Are you afraid of me, honey?

Carter: No… it's just

Abby: Don't worry John I much better now

Carter: That's good. He slides closer and takes her hand.

Abby: The doctor was here a little while ago. I was at eight centimeters. So not that much longer now.

Carter: Good to hear. My dad came by

Abby: Oh that's nice of him

Carter: he said he'll be back later

Abby: Ok. She squeezes down on his hand

Carter: Ow. That hurt.

Abby: Sorry, that one hurt.

Carter: It's ok. Are they coming closer together now?

Abby: yeah about every two minutes.

Carter: Should I go get the doctor

Abby: I think that would be best. Carter leaves and comes back with the doctor.

Doctor (checking Abby): Yep, you're fully dilated. Let's go to delivery. She unlocks the wheels and wheels Abby to delivery, Carter holding her hand.

Half an hour later. Carter comes out of the delivery room. He sees his dad standing there.

Carter: hey

Jack: hey, how is she?

Carter: Abby? She's fine.

Jack: and?

Carter: Well you have a grandson and… a granddaughter.

Jack: Congratulations. He hugs him.

Carter: Thanks.

Jack: names?

Carter: not yet.

Jack: Ok then. Now go be with your wife and children.

Carter: ok. He starts to walk back

Jack: And John.

Carter: yeah

Jack: Congratulations, to both of you.