DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Meg Cabot. I do not own the charecters (except for the unknowns). The plot, however, is all mine.

Thank you guys for all the reviews!

I got the most votes for late, so here it is. This is the final chapter, so I hope you'll love it.

This is influenced alot for the last two episodes of the 8th season of Friends. I'm a Friends-addict.

Suze's POV

I officially HATE being pregnant. It was great the first six months or so, but now, it sucks.

I really wish I didn't get pregnant. I would have been perfectly content with adopting another baby.

"I'm telling you, this baby is going to be a soccer player." I commented. "It seems to enjoy practicing on body parts of mine."

Jesse just laughed. He LAUGHED. He had the NERVE to laugh. Here I was. Completly miserible. Two weeks late.

And he was laughing. This was his fault after all...

Jesse moved Eric from one hip to the other. We were taking a walk on the beach. That was one of the things the doctor said we should do. To get the baby out, I mean. Take long walks, eat spicy food, and drink some tea.

Of course, there was always sex. The most effective. For some reason, though, he wanted to try everything else first.

I know I'm not looking my greatest, having gained forty pounds and all. But I'm his WIFE for God's sake. She should want to do it with me even though I don't look all that fantastic.

And I know I might not be as limber now, but I like to think that I'm still pretty good.

"Jesse, lets just have sex." I blurted out, stopping.

"Susannah!" He shouted, covering Eric's ear and putting the other side of his face on his chest. "Don't talk about S-E-X in front of the B-A-B-Y!"

"I don't care! I am so uncomfortable right now. I'm sweating like a pig because I'm walking in the middle of summer, on a nauseatingly cloudless day, on a beach-"

"Oh, yeah. Talking about sweat is going to change my mind." Jesse said sarcastically as he started walking back towards the car.

"Hey! Don't walk away from me!" I shouted, stomping up the hill of hot sand. Out of breath, I stopped soon after. "Fine. If you won't do it with me, don't think your the only guy I can do it with!" I shouted, getting some intresting looks from fellow beach goers.

"Well, lucky him. He's going to critisized by a hormonal crazy woman the whole time!" He shouted back.

We don't always fight like this. But were very good at it. As much as we love eachother, we have just as many issues as any other married couple does. Whenever we do, there's always make-up sex to look forward to. But now, since the topic of our shouting was sex, make-up sex wasn't really on our minds.

Eventually, we made it to the car. After buckling up Eric, we were on the road back home.

"Oh, no... no more Indian food." I said as he pulled into Rajiv's Indian Resturaunt. But he didn't say a word. He just went ahead and parked.

"I'm not getting out." I said defiantly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Fine." He said casually. He then proceeded to take the keys out of the ignition.

HE TOOK THEM OUT!

He also took the car seat/baby carrier out and brought Eric in. Leaving me in the hundred degree car.

Jesse just walked into the resturant. I watched him through the windowas he sat down at a table (luckily this was an American resturant and we didn't have to sit on pillows).

Unable to stand the heat anymore, I surrendered. I walked in and sat across from him.

"Susannah. Mi Querida. SO glad you could join us for dinner." He said bitterly as he read the menu.

"Ah!" We heard Rajiv, a 65 year old man,as he approached us. "Your still pregnant?" He asked with his thick Indian accent.

"Yes." Jesse and I said at the same time. I don't know what his problem is. He's not the pregnant one.

A/N: the following might be considered an M rating. Depending on how sensitive you are to a little hanky-panky.

After I had put Eric to bed, it was time forme to go to bed as well. I was exausted after my long walk, spicy Indian food, and ahusband who I could live without.

Luckily, we had a king size bed. Plenty of room for the both of us.

When I stepped in the bedroom, however, another thought crossed my mind as I watched him lying there. READING Time magazine contently, in his t-shirt and boxers. Well, I could change that.

I kicked off my sandals as sexily as I could. One of them landed on the bed, getting his attention.

While I had it, I slowly peeled off my shirt.

For some reason, all I have to do is take off my shirt, and I can easily grasp his attention. I don't find myself that attractive, so this is very gratifying. Even with the stretch marks, he couldn't seem to tear his attention from me.

By the time my shorts were gone, his magazine was closed. I then decided to try to crawl on the bed. Big mistake.

I saw it in a movie once and it seemed to work in seducing men. But our bed was so tall (and my stomach was so obscenly large) it didn't work as well. I ended up having to back up onto the bed.

I heard a heavy sigh from Jesse as I manuvered my way to his side of the bed. It took about 3 minutes until I was finally stradling Jesse.

I started to lean down to kiss his neck. You know, tease him some more. But my stupid stomach got in the way. I would have forced it, but it might have hurt the baby.

Although maybe it would have just popped out.

I let out a long sigh, giving up. I got off him and sat next to him. Well, more like plopped next to him.

"Jesse, c'mon." I whined. "You started it. Now you finish it."

"Querida..." He started softly.

"NO! Don't you Querida me! Unless you plan on ending this RIGHT NOW, don't you sweet talk me!" I shouted.

"Susannah, you'll wake the baby." He said, putting a hand on my arm soothingly. Or what he hoped was soothingly.

I slapped his arm away. Well, I probably resembled a kindergardener in a little cat fight.

"I just feel weird making love to you when your so... you know... mean." Jesse said.

"Oh my God." I groaned, shaking my head. "You are such a girl!"

"An excellent way to get a guy to have sex with you." He commented bitterly.

"Fine." I started getting up. "If you need me, call my cell. I'll be at Paul's house."

"Oh, no you don't..." He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me back down to the bed.

"It's not rocket science, Jesse. It doesn't have to be all emotional and stuff. All it has to be is two people doing it. Just do your wife a favor, you Ninteenth century-!"

Jesse cut off my rant by kissing me. I was so startled I pulled away.

"What are you doing?" I asked in shock.

"I'm getting that thing out of you!" He said before kissing me again. I didn't stop it this time.

Normally, I would want it to last a life time. You know, sex. But I just wanted it all over with.

"OK, no foreplay. Lets just cut to the chase." I told him.

Jesse rolled his eyes, taking off his boxers as I took my panties off. He then started to get into position.

"Wait. How are we going to do this? I don't want to crush the baby or anything."

He did have an excellent point. Usually, he was the one on top. Well, that wasn't really going to work.

"Ok, I got it..." I said, pushing him on his back and straddling him again. I felt him get, you know, ready surprisingly fast.

Well, we hadn't really done it for a few months. I guess he was a little eager. I, on the other hand, wanted to get it over with.

So, we did it. The Motion, I mean. But it didn't last too long.

Because my water broke.

If only we had done it two weeks ago.

Jesse's POV

I got Susannah to the hospital as fast as possible. While I was taking Susannah's stuff out to the car, she called her Mom, who came over to watch Eric. She was there in about 5 minutes, since they only live a mile or two away.

But I had to drive with one hand, since Susannah was breaking the other.

"Hi. Susannah de Silva. We called from the car." She said to the nurse behind the desk after I wheeled her in.

"OK. Hi. We have a semi private room available for you."The Nurse said.

"I'm sorry. SEMI-private? Um, I ordered a private room." Susannah informed in a much sweeter voice than she had used on me the entire day.

"I'm sorry, but all of them are unavailable. We have alot of women here. It's a full moon."

Susannah laughed a little. "Um. I know that you have at least one room available. Are you aware thatmy husband here is a doctor at this same hospital?"

The nurse smirked a little. "I am. But that doesn't change the fact that there are no private rooms available."

I bent down to Susannah's level. "Querida, why can't we just take the-"

"SHHH!" Susannah then dug into my pocket, and took out a twenty.

"Susannah!" I whispered. "Are you BRIBING the nurse?"

She ignored me and turned back to the nurse. As she placed my money on the desk, she asked the nurse. "Could you check that list again?"

Like we were trying to get into a night club.

"M'am. There are no private rooms available." She told us.

"Oooh, Jesse. Contraction." She said horsely as I immediatly gave her my hand for her to squeeze.

"OK, breathe through it." I told her as comfortingly as I could.

"Would you like to see a semi-private room?" The Nurse tried again.

"It couldn't hurt." Susannah said, once the contraction had passed.

"Well, your only dialated 2 centimeters." Dr. Phillips, a middle aged woman, told Susannah. "It might be a while. I'll be back to check on youin an hour." She said before leaving.

I turned to Susannah, who waslying on the bed miserably. I pulled up a rolling chair. "Well, how are you feeling?'

"I'm OK now. But if the contractions are anything like the actual birth will be like, I'm not looking forward to it." She said.

I took her hand in mine. "Well, I know you. And I know you'll get through it. And just think. After the birth, we get another beautiful baby."

Susannah threw her head back. "Oh, my God. Were going to have two babies. TWO!" She said, holding up her two fingers for added dramatizing.

"I know. And we'll get through it. Your Mom already said that she would help us out."

She smiled, something I hadn't seen a long time. "I know." She said.

"I'm going to get a drink. Do you want some ice chips?" I asked.

"Yes please. And can you call my Mom and give her an update?"

"Sure." I told her, squeezing her hand one more time before leaving.

As soon as I left, I saw a woman being rolled in with her husband in tow.

Our first roomates. Susannah must be over joyed.

Suze's POV

As soon as Jesse left, another pregnant woman was wheeled in. Lucky me. I so did not want to be social while I was bringing a kid into the world.

"Hi!" The woman said, in a nauseatingly chipper, southernvoice. "I'm Audrey. And this is my husband Dan."

"I'm Suze. You probably saw my husband leave. His name's Jesse." I told her as friendly as possible.

Audrey sat down on the bed as she continued jabbering on. "Is this your first?"

"Well, we just adopted a boy about six months ago, but this is the first time I've given birth." I explained.

"Well, this is our third, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask." She told me, still smiling like an idiot.

Finally, Jesse walked in. He immediatly introduced himself, being the friendly guy that he is.

It was nauseating. "Jesse. Ice." I said, getting his attention.

He looked down at the cup in his hand. "Oh! I'm sorry, Querida." He said, handing it to me. I started munching on a piece of ice when Audrey started having a contraction.

"Ooooh..." She groaned. But to my dismay, it ended soon. "That wasn't so bad." She said, laughing.

I looked up at Jesse. "Close it." I told him. He immediatly got it, and closed the privacy screen.

We then listened when her doctor came in. "Ten centimeters. It's time to go to delivery."

"What!" I whispered loudly. All he could do was take my hand, looking at me all sympathetically before taking a sip of his coke.

Drinking caffine in front of me. Life is so cruel.

"Six centimeters. Your more than halfway there." The doctor said, FIVE HOURS later.

"Doctor, I'm so tired. I need some sleep. Can I sleep?" I asked desperatly.

"You would only be sleeping five minutes at a time, since the contractions will most likely wake you up." Jesse told me.

"Well, you gotta give me drugs. Do something. I can get it out of there. What's four less centimeters?"

"I'm sorry. We need at least ten. But I'm sure you'll be in delivery in a few hours. But I can work on the drugs." She said comfortingly. "I'll be back."

"OK Jesse." I said as soon as she left. "Help me up."

"What do you need, Susannah? I'll get it."

"I need ice." I said, sitting up. "And I also need to stretch my legs."

"OK." He said, taking my hands and helping me slide off the bed.

Once I was sucessful in standing, I picked up my cup. "Oh, Jesse. Can you get me a hair tie? There's one in my purse." He immediatly started digging for it.

As annoying as these past few weeks have been, I gotta hand it to Jesse. He's pretty much the perfect husband. I could probably ask him to go get me a t-shirt in Paris, and he'd go for it.

"Here it is." He said, handing it to me. I pulled my hair back in a lazy pony tail, immediatly glad for the fresh breeze I got on the back of my neck.

We started walking.Slowly, but walking. I slid my arm in the crook of Jesse's elbow.

"I'm sorry I called you a girl." I told him.

Jesse's laugh vibrated through out his body, making me laugh a little. "Sorry I called you a crazy woman."

"I believe it was hormonal crazy woman."

"Right. Hormonal crazy woman." He said, correcting himself.

I looked down the hall and saw someone being wheeled down. Only she wasn't pregnant.

It was Audrey with her husband walking beside her with a baby in his arms.

"Oh, hey there Suze!" She said. "You wanna meet little Trevor?"

I tried to be as friendly as humanly possible and waddled over to her.

"Aw... you havn't gone into delivery yet?"

Gee. Was it obvious? "No, not quite yet."

"Ma'm, we should get you to your room." The nurse who was pushing her said.

"Oh. Bye, Suzie!" She shouted as she was being pushed away.

"Ugh! Jesse, I wanna be her!" I said, groaning.

Jesse stopped in his tracks. "Please tell me your kidding, Querida."

"No, I mean I don't wanna be pregnant anymore. I'm sick of all this damn waiting!" Jesse continued walking.

"I'm sure it won't be much longer." He told me comfortingly. "I love you."

I put the cup under the dispenser and pushed the button. "I love you too." I said before he bent down to kiss me softly, putting a warm hand on my cheek.

Unfortunatly, the kiss ended once the ice started over flowing.

Three hours later, and still no baby. The doctor walked backin.

"OK, lady. You are not leaving this room without me. The next time you leave, you will be taking me to delivary." I wasn't even kidding.

But for some reason she was laughing at my threat. "Well, lets just see how your doing here. I threw my head back, looking at Jesse, as he watched the doctor.

"Please tell me I'm at ten centimeters. Evan nine. I can do it."

"Actually, I think your ready." She told me.

I lifted my head in shock. "What?"

"Your going to go into delivary now." She said with a smile.

I looked up at Jesse, who was looking down at me, with a smile that probably didn't even compare to mine at that moment.

Jesse's POV

"I can't do this, Jesse." Susannah said, looking at me in total agony. I wiped some beads of sweat from her face with a towel.

"Yes you can! I know you can!" I told her reassuringly.

"No. Just put it back in. Really, I can live with a kid in me. It might not be too bad."

"Susannah, just think. When this is all over, we'll get to hold it."

"I know. I KNOW!" She suddenly shouted.

"OK, Suze, I need you too push." The Doctor said.

She took my hand and did so.

"Relax."

"You can do this. Remember that. I love you."

"I love you too." She said, taking my hand.

"OK, push." Susannah pushed, squeezing my hand tightly. "5-4-3-2-1. Relax."

I heard a shrill cry, causing me to let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"The head and shoulders are out. Suze, one more push."

Susannah nodded, and with an inner strength I didn't see before, she pushed.

"And she's out. Good job, Suze. You did great." The doctor said.

"She? It's a girl?" Susannah asked.

The Doctor nodded. "Yeah."

After they cleaned her off, the Doctor brought the baby over and let Susannah hold her. The baby was still crying and squirming but we didn't care. I ran a finger along her tiny arm, ending at her small hand. She wrapped her fingers around it, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Do we have a name for her yet?"

"No. Not yet." I said, unable to tear my eyes from her.

I wrapped an arm around Susannah and sat on the edge of the bed. "You did it." I told her, kissing the top of her head.

"We did it." She said looking up at me. I held her emerald gaze and, as if from a magnet, my lips were draw to hers. I gave her a quick, soft, kiss, barely registaring the two nurses and doctor walk out.

"So, do you wanna hold her?" She asked me, handing her to me.

"Do you even have to ask?"

"So... do we wanna name her or what?" She asked laughing, remembering the last anme fiasco we just went through.

"You decide what we name her. I have no idea." I told her.

"OK." She said. "Hmmm... does she feel like a Jennifer?"

I looked down at her and shook my head. "Not really."

"How about Anna?"

"No..."

"Erm... how about after one of your sisters?"

I looked up at Susannah. "Really?"

"Yeah." She said.

I looking into the babies eyes, which were looking straight back at me. She had finally stopped crying so I could see that her eyes were a perfect blend of Susannah's green eyes and all of my sister's brown ones. But to choose one of they're names was difficult. So, my only option was to choose one at random.

"How about Marta Susannah de Silva?" I asked tenativly.

Susannah smiled. "You really wanna give her my name as a middle name?"

Looking up at Susannah, I explained. "Well, Eric's middle name is my name. And it blends well."

She nodded. "I think it's great."

I looked back at our child. Marta. She was abolutely perfect. Despite all the obstcles we had to over come to actually concieve a child, we were blessed with an amazing girl. Now we had two children.

Susannah and I finally had a family.

Ta-da! The end.

Hope it wasn't too horrid. Escpecially the tiny lemon. I suck at those, in my opinion.

I don't know when I'll post another story. It might be next week, it might be next year. It all depends on when I get an idea and when I have time to type it. Again, thanks for all the reviews for not just this story, but all of them.

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