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Wilson watched the clock that was hanging on the wall right outside the operating room. Twenty minutes had passed. Didn't Dr. Van Zandt tell him that the actual birth would only take five minutes? It had been four times that long. Was he just going crazy? Maybe he was just too nervous to be listening to anything. He remembered it had been two hours since he talked to his mother. There was a strong chance she was at the hospital right now. Too bad she had no idea where to find him.

Twenty one minutes now. What was taking so long? Wilson had such a bad feeling- a bad feeling about everything. He was antsy and angry all at once. What was going on? Maybe, maybe they just aren't bringing the baby to him. Maybe something was wrong with the baby? Maybe everything was wrong?

He couldn't do this anymore. He sat down on the floor outside of the door, across from the clock, and watched it tick by. Minutes upon minutes upon minutes. He tried so hard to drain his head of all the negativity, but he just couldn't get it all to go away. He really should have been in there, he thought. That way his jitters wouldn't have been that bad.

Fifty minutes after Becca had gone into surgery, the door opened. Dr. Van Zandt came out of the dimly lit grey room and stared at Wilson.

"What?" He could tell by the look on her face that something was terribly, terribly wrong. "What happened?"

"The baby is fine. A little underweight, and a little bit more fluid in the lungs than we'd like, but just fine. Fine enough to go home as soon as you'd like."

Wilson swallowed hard. His throat suddenly went bone dry. "And Becca?"

"Her blood wasn't clotting. At all. We tried everything, both myself and Dr. Kramer, but we couldn't stop it. The preeclampsia prevented her blood from clotting the way it normally would have." She took a breath and then continued. "She hemorrhaged to death. I'm sorry Wilson."

Wilson slowly reached for the wall behind him. He leaned against it, tilting his head toward the sky and closing his eyes tightly. "I thought you said everything should be fine."

"I did, but I also said that she was at high risk for serious complications. There wasn't anything that I could do."

"Fine." His tone was embittered and angry. "Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked before opening his eyes.

"A boy. He's in the nursery. I had to put I'm there because we were still trying to save Becca."

He nodded, and she walked away after telling him once again that she was sorry. He breathed in and out slowly, concentrating on just getting through the next thirty seconds. After he did that, he reflected on what had just happened. He had a baby boy. Becca was right. He went to smile, but tears in his eyes stopped him. He quickly blinked them away and walked out of the area. He needed a bit of an escape.

Wilson was on his way to the waiting room on what used to be Becca's floor to meet his mother when he stopped. At the nurse's station, he asked if one of them could page his father, saying him to come to the waiting room on the fifth floor. They said they would and he went on his way. When he walked into the waiting room, he was surprised to see both his mother and father walking in from the other direction.

"Where did you come from?" he asked.

"I was with your father, since I couldn't find you." Wilson nodded. "So how did it go?"

"Awful."

"What do you mean awful?" Dr. West probed.

"My son is fine, but Becca's dead. She bled to death. The preeclampsia, it screws with your blood's ability to clot. She's dead. Not only am I a father at fifteen, I'm a widow."

"Oh my Lord," Martha said, covering her mouth with her left hand.

"Son, I am so sorry."

"Yeah," he said quietly, "me, too."

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Wilson stood outside of the nursery looking in. One of the nurses went inside to get the baby for him. He saw her walk to the second row, third baby from the left. He had just the smallest amount of light brown hair on the back of his head and his face was all scrunched up. He was a little smaller than Wilson pictured, as per Dr. Van Zandt had said, but not too bad. He seemed healthy enough. That was what mattered right now.

The nurse came out and handed him to Wilson. "Here's little…oh, he doesn't have a name, does he?"

Wilson thought for a second, and then came up with it. "If I tell it to you, can you name him? Officially?"

"Sure, but I didn't mean to rush you. You might want to consult with his mother first."

"Too late," he said with a sigh. "She's dead."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Me, too." He wasn't at the point yet where he could answer 'thank you' to that question. He was still too angry.

"So, what is his name?"

"Wilson Junior."

"And you would be Wilson Senior?"

"Yes."

She nodded approvingly. "Cute. I like it. I'll fill out his birth certificate for you."

"Thank you." She turned to walk away, but he decided to stop her. "Wait."

"Yes?"

"Can I take him? Take him home I mean? There's no point in me sticking around here. My wife is gone."

"You sure can. You'll just need to sign him out first."

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Wilson got in the back of his father's blue Volvo. His father had canceled all of his afternoon obligations to be home with Wilson and Wilson Jr., who up until now had barely made a peep. Wilson was happy to see that his mother had brought one of Wilson's old car seats and put it in the backseat. Wilson put his son in there and, as soon as he let go of him, he started to wail.

"And so it begins," his mother said.

His father started the car. "What did you name him?"

"Wilson Junior. I want to call him Billy."

"Billy, that's cute. That's one of the reasons we named you Wilson you know. There are so many names you can get out of it."

"I was named for versatility? Great," he mumbled.

"Wilson is a fine name," his mother continued. "You must have thought so. Otherwise you wouldn't have named your son that."

"Becca told me once that she liked it. We never discussed names. We never discussed anything." Wilson was on the verge of loosing it, but he looked over at his crying son and pulled it all together again. At least he could wait until he was able to placate young Billy before he cried. That was the courteous thing to do.

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A/N: OK, so she's dead now. I've read the ending like thirty times and the only part I like from now until the end was Wilson with the nurse lady when he named Billy. And the car scene wasn't that bad. Next chapter, all 2800 words of it, is horrendous. Just a word of warning.

Next chapter is the end! Yay!

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So she's now. Now what you ask? Review, silly.

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