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A/N: I made picture things for Mac, Willow and Liam. They're on my website if you want to go see them.

daydreamrose: No, she's not having twins. I love both names, too. I had a hard time choosing. You're close. It actually came from an issue of The New York Sun, in 1897.

hockey-girl90: Thank you! I know, as the saying goes "Better late than never."

Wise Old Owl: I think that a Christmas baby is sweet. After all Christmas is technically about the birth of a child. It would be funny, but I don't think that the story is going to go that way.

firexelement: Thank you, glad you think so.

SilverConlon: Glad you like the story. I'm not Irish, but I love the name Patrick.

sta: I didn't even think of that! I just really like that name.

B: Thank you, I had so much fun writing it, too.

Karly: I'm glad you like the story so much.

emmastarlite: I know. I screwed up trying to fix chapter four.

Dance4Him: Woo hoo! Glad you like it. I really didn't even think of the connection between Holly and Christmas. But now that you guys have pointed it out, it does make sense. And thank you.

rachel: Thank you. I'm not sure how much longer it's going to be.

BrokenAngell753: Thank you! I'm so happy you like the story.

ShortAtntionSpan: I'm glad you like it and no offense taken. I like your pen name too, Continue putting the fun in dysfunctional and keep reading my story!

Chapter Ten

Merry Christmas, Adam

"Oh, crap!" Liam and Adam both said.

"Ok. Well then. Calm down, Wil. Nobody's here, do you still want me to run through the hall in my sports bra?" Mac asked, completely serious.

"No! Just get me to a hospital." Willow screamed.

"Don't scream at me. Just calm down." Mac told her. "Adam, do you have your car here?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Good. You and Liam carry Willow to the car. I'll get a bag ready for her. Then I need you to take us to the Methodist Hospital. We'll go from there."

"How do you know what you're doing?" Liam asked.

"I don't. But you and Adam are panicking enough for all of us. So I decided to be the sane one." was his answer.

Adam got them to the hospital in a record time. He only nearly got a speeding ticket on four different occasions, so all was good.

"I need Dr. Richmond. Willow Davis is in labor." Mac ran up to the main desk as Adam and Liam carried Willow into the hospital.

"Alright, well, put her into the wheelchair over there, and the nurse will take her to the Maternity Ward. Who's going into the room with her?" the nurse at the desk asked.

"He is." Willow had a firm hold on Liam's arm and didn't look like she was going to let go anytime soon.

"But I just met you! Are you sure you don't want Mac in there with you? Because you've known each other for so long and that seems -"

Willow cut him off. "I don't care, you're here now, and you're coming in there with me!"

"But why?" he half whined.

"Because I can't squeeze the circulation out of Matt's hand, so you're a nice substitute."

Liam looked ready to protest, but when he caught sight of the look in Willow's eyes, he just nodded his head.

"Alright, well. I'll need you two to stay in the waiting area while I suit him up and get her into a room." the nurse whisked Willow away with Liam following rather reluctantly.

"Who's Matt?" Adam asked Mac when they got to the waiting room.

"Matt is Willow's ex-boyfriend. He got her pregnant and then took off when she told him that she was pregnant." Mac explained.

"Oh."

A few minutes later, Adam looked at Mac. Feeling someone watching her, Mac looked up. She was surprised to see Adam looking at her.

"Why are you looking at me for?"

"You know, we've spent the last four months fighting and avoiding each other. I just realized we don't really know much about each other." Adam said.

"Ok, then why don't we ask each other some questions? Would that satisfy you?"

"Yes. I'll go first. When did you mom remarry?"

"When I was about seven. Then we moved to Cambridge Valley and that's where I met Willow. It was on the playground at recess that we first met. We hated each other at first, but eventually we ended up being the best of friends." Mac smiled slightly at the memory. "Ok, my turn. How'd you end up being a Hawk, since you never wanted to be one in the first place."

"My dad made me join the team. He though that since my brother had been a Hawk, that I would enjoy being one, too. But it turned out I was playing for the wrong team. I was supposed to be a Duck. So I ended up switching teams, and the Ducks won the Pee Wee Championship against the Hawks. My turn.

It went on for a good ten hours like this, telling each other stories about what had happened since they had last seen each other. Adam and Mac got reacquainted and had so much fun; they forgot why they were in a hospital waiting room in the first place. That is until Liam came out and told them what Willow had.

"Willow just gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. She named him Patrick James Davis. She wants to see you guys now," he said, smiling.

"Woo hoo! She used the name I picked out!" Mac jumped in the air, grinning.

"Just go see your godson." Liam laughed at his sister, feeling happy for the first Christmas in years. "Hey Mac, Adam, look up."

They looked up and saw Mistletoe above their heads.

"Merry Christmas, Adam." Mac smiled and kissed him.