It's about time! I know most of you have been waiting for this chapter for so long, and now it's finally here! Well, I don't want to keep you any longer with my mindless blathering, so stop reading this author's note and get on with the chapter!

Disclaimer:I do not own Danny Phantom, but I do own his kid!

Three months had passed since Vlad's wedding. As he had predicted, the paparazzi went wild at the news that Affluence Magazine's billionaire of the year was no longer single. They tried to find as much information as they could about his wife, Saphira, but the most perplexing thing was that they found nothing. No birth records, no family, no transcripts, no job records…nothing. They found that there had been a duchess in medieval England by the name of Saphira, as well as legends stating that her and her brother Eragon were actually dragons, but that was the closest resemblance to her name that anybody found. And there couldn't be any connection, since the duchess had lived about a thousand years ago, right? As the months passed and nothing interesting developed on the couple, gossip columnists began to leave them alone in favor of more, shall we say, active celebrities.

After they returned from the wedding, the lives of the Fenton Family returned to normal, or as normal as life gets for a family of ghost hunters, a half-ghost, and his wife. Jack and Maddie resumed working on their inventions, and Danny and Sam returned to their daily lives. However, for one member of the Fenton family, life was getting harder and harder. As the months progressed Sam felt herself becoming less and less able. She couldn't walk up a flight of stairs as easily as before; even walking around became a burden for her. She was always afflicted with the munchies; it seemed as though she needed food every few minutes. Of course she knew what was going on with her, and she tried to reduce the symptoms as much as possible. She would run three miles every day in an attempt to stay in relative shape. She ate larger meals, but tried as best she could to avoid the million little snacks for which she was craving. She found that while she could barely climb the steps to her and Danny's apartment nowadays, she always seemed to have enough energy to clean the kitchen, or the living room, or the bedroom, or the bathroom. Danny constantly hovered over her and tried his best to alleviate her suffering, but he just couldn't totally understand what she was going through.

At the end of three months, in the middle of August, Danny and Sam lay asleep at 4:00 AM. Suddenly, Sam awoke with an odd pain in her abdomen. She couldn't quite understand what it was, until realization hit her, making her eyes practically pop out of her head. Those two little words that every future mother has to say to her husband. Those two little words that will change their lives forever. Those two little words that somehow always end up being uttered at some ridiculous hour in the morning. Now it's my turn to utter those two little words. Her ruminations were interrupted by another sharp pain. "Danny," she said, shaking him.

"Wha-" he gave a large yawn, "Whaddya want, Sam? It's got to be four in the morning or something."

"Danny?"

"Yeah, Sam?" Well, it's now or never. Time for those two little words.

"It's time."

"Time? Time for wha…OH MY GOD!" He jumped out of bed and ran to the dresser, quickly putting on a shirt and pair of pants, and picking up his car keys, as well as grabbing a nightgown for her. He lifted her up bridal style and, holding her close, he phased them down through three floors into the foyer of their building. Silently offering a prayer of thanks that nobody was there at the time to see his intangible act, he carried her outside and put her in his car. He ran around to the other side and started the car, offering a second prayer of thanks that the car didn't refuse to start like some predictably corny TV show. He sped to the hospital as fast as humanly possible, offering yet another prayer that the roads were empty at that hour of the morning. He stopped the car in front of the North Mercy Hospital, got out, and carried her into the building. He walked up to the front of the emergency room where a triage nurse was sitting reading a magazine.

"Excuse me, miss, my wife is going into labor." The nurse looked up and pressed a button on her desk. A pair of orderlies came wheeling a wheelchair. Danny placed Sam in the chair and one of the orderlies wheeled her into the maternity ward. The other remained with Danny as he gave the nurse all of Sam's information, and then led him into the room where they had taken Sam.

She was lying on a bed wearing a hospital gown. She looked as though she was in a lot of pain. Danny couldn't help but feel incredibly sorry for having helped to make her have to go through with this. "Hey, Sammy" he said. She gave him a weak smile, which turned into a grimace as another contraction hit her. He held her hand tightly and whispered into her ear, "I know you can do this, Sam. I just know you can." The doctor came in and informed Danny that the birth wouldn't be for a little while; he should wait outside and they would call him back in later. He turned back to her, a look of mixed faith and pity etched onto his features "I'll be back soon, Sammy."

"Promise me you will," she said as she let go of his hand.

"I promise." He left the room and went into the waiting room, and paced. And paced and paced and paced and paced and paced. He couldn't sit down; he had to keep moving. So he paced. The waiting room slowly filled and emptied as people were treated and discharged, or sent to rooms for further treatment. One time an ambulance stopped in front of the building and a person was rushed in on a stretcher carried by paramedics. Having had experience in injuries due to his constant fighting, Danny could tell that the man was banged up pretty bad, but not so bad that he couldn't make a full recovery given time. A nurse recommended that he eat breakfast and come back, but he refused. He just couldn't bring himself to leave his Sam for longer than humanly possible. He looked at his watch and noticed that it was 9:00. He continued to pace. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, another nurse entered the waiting room.

"Daniel Fenton?" she asked.

"Yes, that's me." She tossed a set of scrubs at him, which he caught easily.

"Change into these; there's a bathroom down the hall, and follow me." He did as she asked and followed her into the room where Sam was. Her face was red and her screams were getting louder. There were two doctors rushing all around her. Danny leaned in close to her and whispered into her ear: "I could make this a lot easier for you, you know," She grabbed his hand in a pincer-like grip.

"No intangibility. I want to do this the natural way."

"I hate seeing you like this, it's tearing me apart. Please let me help you," his eyes began to water as he made his other hand intangible and held it in front of her. "Please."

"Are you crazy? You're facing exposure!"

"Exposure be damned! I'd gladly expose myself if it meant you not being in pain any more." Sam was about to respond but an extra large pain racked her frame. She gave a large scream and the doctors hovered around her, pushing Danny to the side.

"Push! It's almost here! Push!" One of them beseeched her.

"I see a head! I see a head!" the other one shouted. Sam screamed again, this time louder than ever before, and lay limp. One of the doctors held up what appeared to be a skinned rabbit. He slapped it, and it sucked in air and immediately began to cry. The doctor took the baby away to be cleaned, and allowed Danny to approach his wife, who was beginning to recover.

"It's a boy," the other doctor told them. "A beautiful baby boy." The first doctor came in holding the baby, who was swaddled in white cloths and wearing a blue cap. It lay sound asleep. He handed the baby to the proud parents and the two doctors exited the room in order to leave them alone with their child.

"I don't believe it," Sam said as she cradled her son. "I'm officially a mother."

"And I'm a father," Danny rejoined. "We're the proud parents of a beautiful baby boy. Sam, this is great. This is wonderful! We're a family, Sam, a family!"

"I know." All of her inhibitions; her doubts, fears, insecurities, all of them disappeared as she looked into the tiny face of the baby, her baby, that lay in her arms.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"All right; still in a little pain, but I'm much better."

"That's the miracle of birth for ya." She rolled her eyes.

"Don't remind me. I never want to have to go through that again for a long, long time."

"Are you suggesting…"

"That we have another? Maybe. But now is too early to decide. Right now we should enjoy what we have, relish the little bundle of joy that's laying here in our arms."

"You're right." A nurse walked in and asked if they had any ideas for names.

"hmm…" Sam thought, "How about Harry? I like that name."

"Me too. But what about a middle name?"

"Daniel." Sam responded immediately. "Harry Daniel Fenton."

"It does have a nice ring to it," he agreed. "So you have wished it, so shall it be." He turned to the nurse. "Harry Daniel Fenton it is." The nurse left the room to work on the birth certificate. And so it was that on August 14, 2012, Harry Daniel Fenton came into the world.

I decided to name their son Harry because before DP came out I was a really big Harry Potter fan. In fact, I'm still a huge fan, but latelymy fanship for HP has been somewhat overshadowed (no pun intended) by that of DP. Andbefore you can even ask, no, I'm not planning any HP/DP crossovers. There are enough of those out already. Also, I gaveHarry Fentonmy birthday because I just love writing myself into my fics, as those of you who've read Alex Ghostly already know. Anyway, until next time!

SAVE DANNY PHANTOM!