Chapter 7

A/N: Sorry it's taken a while… I've been kinda busy, so I guess you know how it is. I don't really have a lot to say right now- so onto the story! Oh and thanks so much for reviewing! Love you guys!

Chris knew something was different from the moment he woke up.

At first he laid there, comfortable in his warm and soft bed that Seany had spent the whole day before perfecting. Actually, she had been cleaning around the house quite a lot the past couple of days, but he didn't think much of it. So Chris stared at the soft blue colored walls, searching for something different. It all looked the same- happy wedding pictures, portraits that he and Seany had gone out and spontaneously captured them in different parts of their marriage and stages of her pregnancy. He smiled, closing his eyes. He could remember her smile by heart, her laugh, her soft voice… So he rolled over to look at the woman he loved, sleeping like an angel.

But she wasn't there.

The comforter was lifted up and the sheets wrinkled as if she had just gotten up and left. He reached out gingerly and rubbed the place; then standing up and searching as if there would be clues as to where she was. There wasn't any.

With a couple quick steps he made his way through the hall and into the living room, feeling an instant mix of emotions to what he saw. Seany was sitting on the couch, staring at her bloated stomach, and nervously stroking it back and forth. Chris was relieved to see she seemed to be okay; but was worried about what might have happened. Not to mention some feeling of excitement had erupted from what seemed like no cause.

"Seany?" Chris managed to say her name, the word quiet but loud in the silence.

"Chris," She replied, and her soft voice helped to ease his conscience. Then again, it was only for a moment. "I think I just had a contraction."

It was a matter of mere milliseconds before Chris went crazy. He frantically scrambled over to his wife, tripping over the side of the couch and finally holding her in his arms. Breathing heavily he pulled away for a moment to look her in the eyes. "R-Really? Are you sure?" He asked; his voice raspy.

"I'm pretty sure…" Seany said slowly, looking at him inquisitively. It was cute how he was so panicky under the pressure, but it also scared to her to wonder what might happen if she would have been as afraid and excited as he was. "Don't worry though, it's only been a couple minutes; if the next one is in less than 15, then we can worry about me being in labor."

Chris sighed, smiling and then kissing her gently on the forehead. "I'm glad you're ok," He whispered in her ear as he rested his head against hers, almost calmly waiting for something else to happen as he held her close to him.

It was a few minutes before either one spoke again.

"Are you counting?" Seany asked in a whisper, wrapping her arms around him tighter. "The minutes, Chris?"

"Yeah," Chris replied just as mutely, stroking her hair. "8 or 8 ½… You ok?" He asked gently, stroking her twitching stomach. He could feel something move; even if it was just very subtle and probably in his mind. He leant over close to her and kissed her on the forehead again, rubbing her abdomen comfortingly.

"So far." Although it had only been about seven or eight minutes, Seany had a feeling something was about to happen too. There was just something different in the past contraction that was different than the very few she had the day or two before. Plus, there was a feeling of excitement and nervousness that was starting to nauseate her. "Chris, please tell me you got the stopwatch."

"Seany, I don't need the stopwatch…"

"Chris don't do this."

Chris looked at her, about to protest, but deciding against it. It wasn't a time to argue, it was a time for him to be there for her and his child; which Chris had actually decided he didn't care what gender it would turn out to be (although he would never reveal that to Seany). He began to get up so he could retrieve the clock for his wife; yet being restrained by a tight grip on his arm.

"Chris no, please don't leave me." The sentence came out in one quick breath from Seany's mouth. Chris fell back down, noticing the look of surprise on her face; which he himself was probably mimicking. Seany took a deep breath, her nails digging into Chris's muscles. It didn't cause him any pain, although it did worry him as to what Seany was going through. "I'm ok, I'm alright… Go get the stopwatch."

"What- but you're…"

"I'll be ok."

"What was going on?" Chris asked, his worried blue eyes scanning her face for some hint; like it was some secret.

"I'm having a contraction," She replied lowly, as the dull pain started the fade. Although it didn't hurt that much, there was a sickening feeling and uncomfortable-ness that felt similar to the flu in Seany's case. It was slowly slipping away, and she felt it would be good for Chris to go now while it gave him a few minutes to find the timer. "Go, it's almost over." She paused when she noticed the concerned look on his face. "Please?"

"I'm not leaving you alone."

"What the hell…"

John had the most impeccable timing of anyone Seany had ever met.

Seany smiled and nodded in victory. She knew it would be a while before she had another contraction, but it would probably take him a while to find it. That was how they were. "Go Chris, John can stay with me."

"But I want to-"

Seany shook her head. "Chris, baby, listen to me- if you go, you can be back in about a minute tops. If we send John, the baby will be having its 5th birthday."

"Hey!"

"Hi," Seany grinned, wincing as a stomach muscle randomly tightened painfully, but lasted for only a few seconds. "Please you guys, I really need this."

Chris felt a little guilty. Even though he had just wanted to stay and take care of Seany, he had actually been putting more pressure on her. Yet it was ok, he could make everything better; with a stopwatch. "Alright, I'll be right back- John, if you do anything wrong…"

"What, are you going to do; make me wish like I look better than that asshole's aunt when you're done with me?"

Seany had to cover her mouth to cover the smirk and slip of a giggle that she had let out. Although after the big blowup with Jesse the guys had teased Chris about his threat a little, the past few months had taken that memory away temporarily. Now was not exactly the time to bring it back.

Chris opened his mouth to angrily spit profanity at John, but considered how long it had been since the last contraction and left speedily. He launched himself up the stairs as if it were his tryouts for the greatest match of his life, one that would grant him everything he wanted. In a way, it was.