Chapter 8

A/N: Hey y'all! Sorry, but I really am trying to get this one in on time. Oh well, lol. I know it's getting exciting, and I'm sorry if I write so bad that it gets ruined. Just tell me! I love it when you guys review. A joke was borrowed from The Office. Oh, and if you didn't read the last chapter in fear of the mistake I had made, then read it! It's fixed! And if you don't know what I'm talking about, don't worry. Thanks!

John looked at Seany worriedly, wringing his hands in a way that actually made it look somewhat cool. She glanced over at him, both of her hands on her stomach. She hadn't had a contraction yet since Chris had left, but she was afraid that she might have another one soon. John wasn't exactly being the most help either.

"I'll be right back."

"John?" Seany whined, turning towards him as he got up to leave. "Please don't leave me." She begged, reaching out and barely being able to reach and grasp his hand lightly. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead quickly before standing back up straight.

"I'm just going to the kitchen; I promise it's going to help you sweetheart." John reassured her, and she reluctantly let go of him. He ruffled up her hair gently, and then hurried into the kitchen. Seany could hear him gathering various things and the sound of running water actually made her yearn for something cool against her burning face.

As if he had read her mind, John returned with an armful of things to try to help comfort her. One of which was a soaking wet washcloth, Seany's favorite. It had been a wedding present from Rebecca, and was the softest cloth that she had ever felt. She felt like she could cry; she had no idea that John was actually doing something for her. That and her hormones were racing at the speed of light at the moment.

"John," Seany reached out, guiding him beside her. She sighed happily as he rested the cloth on her forehead, then trying to sort out some of the other items he had brought with him. Seany rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. "Can you turn around a little so I can lay against your chest?"

There was a pause before John answered; he was confused as to if she really did want him to. "Yeah, sure," He turned, allowing her to recline slightly. It eliminated a lot of pressure on her abdomen and thus also the pain. "How's that?"

"I feel a lot better." Seany replied, glancing at a small clock on the mantel. How long had Chris been gone? She had really hoped that he would be back soon; she really didn't see herself going through this with John. Although he was being a great help now, he wasn't Chris. "John, John, John…" Seany started, latching onto his leg as she felt her lower stomach slowly starting to tighten again. John immediately jumped, almost panicking.

"What? Oh my God, are you ok?" He asked, grabbing onto her shoulders and looking over them.

"John please stop moving," She begged, wincing a little as a strong, piercing ache set in from how tight her muscles were contracting. She took a deep breath, it being slightly uneven from Chris not being present and her starting to become upset. She was scared, and she needed him. Once again, impeccable timing set in.

"Seany; are you having another one?" Chris inquired worriedly as he entered the room, rushing over to her. "It's been twelve minutes and…" He looked down at the stopwatch. "Thirty-five seconds." He had been 'holding' his breath and counting the endless seconds ever since the first contraction, adding it on to the stopwatch when he first found it and started it.

"Poor baby," John muttered like a mother, resting his head against Seany's as he made and over-exaggerated pout. Seany took in a sharp breath as she bit her lip and tried not to cry.

"John you idiot," She whined, obvious that she was on the verge of tears. She was in no mood to be teased.

Chris glared at John furiously, hitting him hard with the back of his hand. "Get up, now." He almost growled, and for some reason made Seany relax and actually minimize the pain she was going through. John shrugged, but it was obvious he had seen what he had done to Seany, and regretted it.

"I'm really sorry about that baby girl…" He whispered, kissing her on the top of the head before getting up to be replaced by Seany's cuddly and more comfortable husband. "I guess I'll go back to sleep now?" John asked, although it was more of a statement than anything else.

"I guess not- go wake up people, Seany's having a baby." Chris commanded, looking at the stopwatch as he rubbed his wife's shoulders comfortingly.

"God, friggin' bossy son of a-"

"That's the spirit- we love you too John," Seany told him, patting Chris's leg to signal him to stop the watch. "How long was that?" She asked, turning to look up at him from a soft angle.

"Thirty seconds." He read aloud, stroking Seany's cheek as he did so. "We've got a while before we go to the hospital- right? Because I really don't want to drive…"

"Probably, at the rate we're going. When they get down to six minutes apart and last for forty seconds, then I'll let you take me. Or Dave or whoever the responsible driver's gonna be." Seany explained, hearing the sound of distant footsteps. So John followed Chris's directions after all. "Were you even paying attention in any of those childbirth classes?"

"Seany, it's my first time at this."

"Oh, and Chris I've had twenty kids already."

"Alright I get it; I'm sorry." Chris apologized, knowing it wasn't time to fight with her about anything. Actually, they never really fought over anything unless it was something so important to the two that they would actually fight for it. Yet the two only argued once or twice a month.

A few minutes later the sounds of footsteps grew louder and louder until the rushed banging of someone bounding down the stairs was clear and signaled that Randy had been awakened in the mixed. And apparently he was excited.

"Seany's having my baby!" He cried excitedly, skipping the last two steps and landing with a thud. He sprinted over to the couch and threw his arms around Seany, bombarding her while he pressed his cool cheek against her warm one.

"I don't think so," Chris muttered, his eyes half closed as he was leaning back on the arm of the couch. Seany had told him some time ago to relax- she had a feeling it would be a while before the labor began to progress to a more serious stage. "I think I remember calling this baby myself."

"What's going on?" Haidie asked as she entered the room, the sun kissed southern-looking angel still naturally beautiful even though she looked exhausted and her hair was messed up. At least Seany would get a lot of attention now that she was having a baby.

"Seany's having my baby." Randy explained matter-of-factly, pulling away to examine Seany's physical state.

"The only way that's possible is if you drugged and raped her." Dave thought out loud from the kitchen, coming into the room with a pack of Gatorades and tossing the batch on the table.

"Who's to say that hasn't happened?"

"Well today's my birthday so it's mine," Dave exclaimed, opening his energy drink and taking a large gulp of it. "So back off."

Chris shook his head as he rubbed Seany's aching lower back. "I think I'm entitled to a share of the baby since I'm her husband."

Randy rolled his eyes. "Well you think wrong. You thought I was a girl when you first met me."

"You aren't?"

Seany wasn't exactly feeling like the best woman in the world, and certainly not one in the best mood. "Can I just have my baby? And no matter what you guys say, the dad will be put on the birth certificate."

"Which will be who?"

Seany rolled her eyes. "JBL."

Four hours later…

"Can we please go to the hospital?"

Randy whined, tired from being up all night, but also so excited he was about to get sick. Why couldn't they just listen to him?

"Not until we see how long the next contraction takes- John just called, remember?" Chris asked, kissing Seany's head as he replied smartly to Randy.

"OK, you can start the clock." Seany took a deep breath, grasping Chris's baggy denim jeans into her fists as she bit her lip. They had grown increasingly painful for the past few hours, but Seany had been told that it would get worse. Lucky her.

Chris slid the notepad he was writing on across the coffee table to Dave, then holding Seany gently and comfortingly by the shoulders. "Dave average those together please… Then tell us what they add up to." He instructed him, holding Seany close through the contraction.

"Uh…" There was a pause as Dave racked his brain with math, Randy snored in the corner, and Seany whimpered in her husband's arms. He scratched his head with the pencil as he finished and scribbled down the last number. "Eh… Every seven seconds lasting thrity-five minutes."

"Dave honey, look again." Demi muttered through her half-consciousness, a smile spreading across her face. Dave looked like he might blush at his mistake, but instead shook his head. "Seany, it's every seven minutes and thrity-five seconds."

Chris nodded, and Seany sighed as the pain slowly wore away. "Alright angel, we need to leave." He informed her in a soft voice, kissing her ear. "You're doing so great; we just have to go to the hospital now." He whispered, and she nodded.

"Ok."

30 min later…

Chris handed Randy a clipboard with a form attached to it. "Here, can you fill this out for me?" He asked, and for the first time in about a year he didn't command him or anything. Although it never actually worked like that before, he did like being in control. Or at least thinking he was.

"Sure thing." Randy replied, taking it and looking over it generally with his gaze.

"If you have any problems then ask, ok? We don't need to waste fifty-three forms like the time we had you fill one out on John." Chris warned him. Ok, so maybe it was forty-three forms that Randy had messed up. The thing was that John was bleeding from the head, and he could have filled the paper out quicker than Randy finally managed to. "And I would like them to be done before Seany actually has the baby."

"Don't worry, don't worry…" Randy reassured him, taking a seat across from the group. As he worked on the paper, Chris, John, and Demi sat over with Seany to try and comfort her.

"This is so awesome." John said excitedly, grinning as he jumped into the seat behind Seany. "The last time I was here I was getting stitches in my head and my leg." He added, looking around and shuttered slightly for a brief moment. "But it's cool now man."

"How is this cool?" Seany asked, barely turning her head in John's direction. "Just because you're not in the pain?" She growled the question, throwing a nasty glare towards him. If it could, it would have hit him smack in the face. And he acted like it did.

"God, Seany… Calm down." John reached over, playing with a lock of her hair. "I'm just saying I'm excited that I'm going to be an uncle soon. And Chris will be a dad, and Dave will be an uncle, and Demi will be an aunt, and Haidie will be an aunt, and Randy will be a felon…" John droned on and on, adding to Seany's nausea. "Wait a minute; he already is."

"Shut up!" Randy snapped, his head bent over the form. "Hey, Chris…" He trailed off, raising his look to the group of people. "You know, I was just wondering, because this friend of mine was filling out a hospital form once for a pregnant woman in labor; and he saw this place that said 'reason for visit'." Randy paused, tapping the pen against the paper. "What would you put there?"

Chris raised an eyebrow as if to ask if Randy really did ask the question… And then make an excuse about it. "Eh, put 'birthing' or 'labor' or something like that." Chris advised him. "Or at least that's what my advice would be."

"Dammit.." Randy muttered under his breath, marking through something on the paper twice.

"What did you do?" Chris's voice sounded patient but there was a tinge of annoyance in it too.

"Well, if you insist, I put 'bringing someone to the hospital'."

Chris sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, leaning over and ripping the clipboard out of Randy's grasp. It was only a matter of a few minutes before it was finished.

10 minutes later…

Seany held Chris's hand tightly, her grip tightening with the tightening of the muscles in her abdomen. Chris leaned over and rested his head against hers, kissing her hair as he held her hand. "Chris," She whined as the nurse walked in, arousing the attention of everyone else in the room besides the couple. "I can't do this." She whispered, glancing over at the portable bed that she would be having her baby on.

"What? Yes you can." Chris responded, cheering her on. He pulled her closer and rocked her back and forth. She had been ordered by the doctors to stand and move around for a while before she dilated further. So far she was only about five centimeters, but was positive that standing was a lot better for her than lying there the whole time. \ "Here, let's go for a walk. Just down the hall and back," He tried to assure her, and the thought actually sounded good to her.

"Ok," Seany replied, resting a hand on her stomach as Chris rested one of his on her back.

An hour and a half later…

"Mrs. Irvine?" A woman doctor entered the room, making Seany a little more nervous around all of the equipment. "Hi, I'm Doctor Stevens." She introduced herself, reaching out and shaking Seany's hand. "We just need to check how far along you are, if you wouldn't mind."

John lay half-awake in one of the chairs in the hallway, his chin resting on his hand. Demi was asleep on his lap and within his arms; and Haidie was napping against Randy's shoulder, whose head kept rolling from side to side unconsciously. Dave was aside of it all, staring off into distance after he had drank a couple cups of coffee.

Seany bit her lip and made her way slowly up onto the bed, leaning back onto the reclined back and sighing at the rest. Although she knew that in a few minutes she would have a contraction and it would have slightly more pressure, but she would enjoy it while she could. "Ok."

Dr. Stevens moved a device closer to the bed, opening a small paper packet and taking out a sanitary wipe. She cleaned Seany's stomach, throwing the paper away as she finished. Seany then noticed how much she looked like the woman off of Grey's Anatomy… What was her name? Shepard. Addison Shepard. Dr. Stevens attached a few small, and then moved the monitoring device with her until she reached her destination of between Seany's legs.

"Alright… You're at about eight centimeters." The doctor informed her as Chris held onto Seany's hand tightly. "Let's see;" She paused, looking at her clipboard as she flipped one of the pages up. "You do want an epidural, right? I'll call the anesthesiologist."

"Ummm… Ok."

Dr. Stevens smiled and her pearly teeth were perfect and gleaming. "Don't worry about anything Mrs. Irvine, you're doing remarkably great." She informed her. "I'm sorry for the sudden change; Dr. Rivers isn't on his working hours now and he's already worked his maximum for the past three days." She explained, and although it confused Seany slightly, she was glad that she had a woman instead of Dr. Rivers: actually; anyone instead of Dr. Rivers.

So this was it- she was just a few hours away from actually having her baby. Holding her child in her arms… No matter what gender it was. Seany already loved it, and she could tell that Chris did to. She was just scared; what if she was a bad mother? What if she messed up? Chris and John would keep her in check; she hoped.