A/N: I am very, very sorry it took (nearly) five months for this to get out. I won't even try to talk my way out of it with excuses. I am also sorry this is rather short, and also probably boring, but I figured it would be better just to get it out there so I can move on to the next chapter.
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It was like he was in whole different universe or something when sleeping. He at least was far, far away and wouldn't wake up. She tried kicking him in the calf three times before she gave up on that. She had an ongoing argument between her hormones and 'sane' self if she should put his hand in warm water so he would pee himself, because honestly, he not waking up pissed her off! Her sane self stopped that though. He peeing himself would only cause her problems, she figured. She was in the same bed as him, ew.
Instead she tried another waking up method and squeezed his nostrils together tightly, and surely, a couple seconds later he coughed and opened his eyes. He looked a bit panicky, but quickly recovered, his hand going straight to her stomach.
"The baby, is the baby okay?"
She smiled at his concern; they had probably been part of his dream as well.
"The baby is okay. Everything is okay" She reassured him. "I just, umm, want some Chinese. Seth, will you please get me some Chinese?" She asked him with pleading eyes; the pout soon in full action.
How could he resist?
It was eight on a Saturday morning and, once again, he had to go out on craving-duty for his wife and unborn child.
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He was walking down the Newport beach he knew so well; feeling the ocean crash against his bare feet and humming an old Seth Cohen classic; 'Jesus, etc.' silently to himself. Life was good. It was mid-December, and although this didn't exactly mean tons of snow and 'oh, get your scarves and mittens, honey!' it was still a bit colder than usual, and the water was cooler than normal. But, he was still enjoying this. He had no work today; the black, business shoes had been traded in favour of au natural feet. He had discovered the little shop next to the Chinese place sold comics; comics he hadn't yet had the time to read! It resulted in him carrying three comics in one hand and a bag of Chinese in the other; listening to the ocean, humming and walking towards his house, to his love. Yes, life really was good.
His pants started vibrating and Seth juggled his belongings around so he could hold the phone in one hand. 'Home'
"Hey, I'm bringing the dim, Sum." Seth smirked at his own joke.
"My water broke, Seth."
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"Hey baby. Try to look a bit happier, will you?" Seth said thoughtlessly as he focused the camera on his wife who was currently sweating and heavily breathing.
She gave him a deadly glare. "I might" breath "kill you now" breath "you know?" breath "shut up!"
He quickly snapped a picture, and decided to abandon the camera and instead support his wife the best he could.
He took her hand in his, and rubbed his thumb comforting over her knuckles. In return, his hand was squeezed into an unrecognizable lump.
"Aaaaaaah." They both screamed simultaneously as a new contraction hit.
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He knew he'd seen more than what he'd bargained for; and the birth video they'd seen in the 9th grade didn't hold a candle to the live version. He also knew Summer had definitely not expected it to be like that. He was sure she agreed with him when he thought they were lucky she was still alive. Because, while he used his hands to cover his eyes while watching in the 9th grade, Summer needed to hold his hand during birth, and so his eyes wasn't covered, and so his eyes wandered places they shouldn't have and; yes, he was surely lucky his wife was still living and breathing and holding a tiny curly haired girl close to her chest.
He couldn't quite comprehend the fact that he was sitting next to Summer, and Summer was holding her daughter. Their daughter.
He was quite simply speechless, for once.
Seth reached over and touched the baby's fingers. Ten fingers. Ten perfect fingers.
Perfect because they belonged to her and she belonged to them. The perfect mix of Summer and himself, he concluded.
She had inherited his dark curls, loads of them for such a tiny baby, curls that Summer was now threading her fingers through, and a cute little button nose, which Kirsten had touched and claimed being the "official" Cohen nose. Summer's pouty, red lips, with his smile; his smile and dimples. And, Summer's penetrating eyes; Rory's penetrating, chocolate brown eyes. Their little Aurora.
"You wanna go to daddy?" Summer was all smiles as she lifted the baby over to Seth.
He kissed each perfect finger, going from the right pinkie to the left. Seth was aware it was cheesy. But he was also aware that cheesiness is what he does the best.
Just. Perfect.
The door to the hospital room opened and Kirsten and Sandy entered. Kirsten rushed over to Seth and Rory and sat down on her knees in front of the chair as she started making cooing noises to the baby.
Sandy gave an apologetic look as he explained, "We got out to the parking lot when Kirsten here decided we had to go back and see her once more."
He plumped down on a chair close to the door, knowing it would take some while, as he and Summer closely watched three generations blissfully happy.
"I always knew you'd be the Cohen man to do it. It takes a real man to make a girl, and one this precious aswell." Kirsten told her son seriously. Sandy snorted.
"And, what am I, honey?" Kirsten gave him a look that clearly told him he didn't want to know the answer to that one.
A nurse walked into the room and told them Summer was going to try and feed Aurora and leaving the room might be a good idea. After several hugs and kisses, most of which was directed at the baby, the older Cohen couple left, while Seth remained and watched Summer's face as the baby latched on and the bond between mother and child only increased. They were now three, and a family. He, Seth Cohen, had a family of his own. Oh boy.
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A/N: I've already started the next chapter, so I'll make an easy promise and say I promise it won't take as long as it took this time for it to get out. Please review! It will help me know if anybody's actually reading this and put a smile on my face, aswell.
Oh, and the song 'Jesus, etc.' is by Wilco. Listen to it you haven't already.