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Summary: Brannah. Bright muses on where the chances he took led him. Bright & Hannah with minor Ehpram & Amy. Future fic-Bright and Hannah already married and expecting.

Author's Note: Crap, it's been so long since I updated, but I've been busy with college planning stuff and my Smallville fics-sorry! Will try my best to update this sooner! To everyone that reviewed thanks so much; your kind words make me want to write! Enjoy it! I made all the football stuff up too, but they are real teams-I just don't know who's good. I'm a Patriots fan, but only because Tom Brady is hot  haha!

Chapter Four:

Football season was upon the free world and that meant, at least for Hannah, long periods of time without her husband, as he was gallivanting around the fifty states, runner players into the ground, rendering them unconscious or otherwise injured. She couldn't complain though; Bright loved what he did and now that she could no longer teach, his knocking other players into the ground provided the small, but soon to be growing, family with food and all the things they could possibly need. Currently, the Denver Broncos were in California for a two-day trip, where they would play both the San Francisco 49ers and San Diego Chargers in two consecutive games. The first game was good and done and allowed for the Broncos to advance in the league's standing, as they won, but the next game would prove to be a challenge, for the Chargers were everything their name suggested. They were ruthless and manipulative in their plays and their coach was one of the best. It was obvious that every player would need to go above and beyond to overcome the threat of the Chargers, but little was it known, that the Broncos would have to make ends without their starting linebacker.

"Bright Abbot! Hey, can I get an autograph," questioned a young boy of about six or seven, his father standing proudly behind his son, his eyes too gleaming at the chance of meeting a famous footballer.

"Sure. What's you name kid," asked Bright. This was his favorite part of playing ball, besides the actual ball playing; there was just something about meeting the fans, especially the younger kids. They looked up to him like he was a god; bright eyes and enthusiastic smiles met his eyes when they asked Bright for an autograph. There were also, those crazy girl fans, who would flash him and sneak him their numbers and even their lingerie, but unfortunately for them, he loved his wife too much to even consider the possibilities. The men were mostly drunk and just wanted proof they met a famous person, but nonetheless, it still made Bright happy to say a few words and sign a piece of paper, football, hat or whatever paraphernalia he was presented with.

"Danny."

"And what do you say Danny to Mr. Abbot," piped in the father, reminding his son that manners still mattered.

"Thanks for the autograph," spoke the little boy, his eyes sparkled with happiness, as Bright scribbled on the football Danny handed him before.

"No problem kiddo. I'm going to have a baby very soon too, so I'm just getting in all the practice I need. She'll want things from me too."

"Ew, a girl. They have cooties, you know," replied Danny, his entire face scrunching up.

"Daniel, that is not nice. Now apologize. Sorry and congratulations," came the voice of Danny's dad James.

"I'm sorry," came the boy's now shy voice, head dragged down in defeat.

"Don't worry about it. I used to think the same thing when I was younger, but you'll see, things will change." He was still adding a personal note to his standard note and autograph when his cell phone started ringing. "Oh, excuse me for a second I have to get this," spoke Bright to the little boy and father, capping the pen and answering his phone, his face getting whiter by each second the caller spoke.

"Hey are you okay," asked James, clearly seeing that Bright's face was pale and he was beginning to daze off.

"My wife's in labor. I'm going to be a dad," he deadpanned, not realizing the force of the words he spoke and after some thought, he spoke, "I'm going to be a father. Oh crap. Sorry kiddo, but I have to go." He quickly jotted a note on the football, explaining to Danny that cooties were only superficial and someday he'd appreciate girls, and left running for his car.

The driver took him to the airport and once safely boarded, he was able to call Hannah, making sure she was okay before phoning his coach and voicing to him his concern that he wasn't going to be available for at least a week or two. There was no resistance on the coach's part, as he was well aware of Hannah's situation and encouraged Bright to take all the time he needed, for he remembered what it was like to be young and in love.

It was five hours later and somehow, all that time rushed past Bright, as he numbly made his way through the throngs in the airports, not hearing the many shouts coming his way, fans and reporters alike. Somehow, he was at the hospital, his mind too wrapped up in his own thoughts of his impending fatherhood, not realizing all the time that passed by. Immediately, he was directed to the third floor, where he found his entire family, including the Browns, patiently awaiting his arrival, shouts of his tardiness assaulting his ears.

"Look, I was at a game and I got here as fast as I could and I know I haven't seen you guys in a few days and I know that I'm late, but all I want to do is see my wife before she actually gives birth to our baby and blames me for missing it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I hear Hannah," Bright spoke, cutting off all the questions coming to him. He really could hear Hannah too, as she was currently, the only one on the entire floor in the middle of labor, screaming for all she was worth.

As soon as he walked into the room, an intense feeling of guilt hit him, as he realized he was the reason Hannah was screaming in pain, her face contorting, and biting her lips in vain to grunt out the pain. His mother, though, told him this would be the happiest day of his life, but at the moment, he felt it anything but; how could it be so happy when Hannah was obviously in so much pain? From that moment, he promised himself that this would be their last child, as he obviously didn't want to hurt Hannah anymore than necessary; he would still get his little girl after all.

"Bright, I know I look like horrid, but could you possibly come closer," Hannah questioned, sagging in relief, as her latest contraction swept pass.

"You still look beautiful," he replied, walking closer to the bed, so he could take his rightful place beside his wife. She did look amazing, to him, anyways; her frizzy curls were tied back into a French braid, but through all the grunting and groaning she had been doing, many tendrils of hair flew off in many directions, some sticking to her sweat stricken face; her face was sweaty and red, but Bright had seen nothing more beautiful.

"Yeah right," she grunted, another wave of pain coming full force.

A nurse came bumbling in, all smiles and happiness, ready to check Hannah's progress. What the hell was she on? Did she not see the pain his wife was in, thought Bright, his thoughts running wild. "Oh Mr. Abbot, glad to see you here," she spoke, checking to see how far along Hannah was. "It shouldn't be any longer before you hold your darling new baby." Seeing Bright's look of horror, she added, "Don't worry, the first time is always the scariest."

Of course it was the scariest; he had no idea what he was doing. All that practice with Charlie didn't count. She was only his adopted niece, not his own flesh and blood. What if the baby hated him and wished for another father, he thought, his mind, once again, getting the better of him. He was pulled out of his near panic attack by his wife's groan and the entrance of the doctor. This was it; in just a few minutes, he and Hannah would be the proud parents of a beautiful little girl.

"You can do it Hans. I love you," he whispered, applying a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

With those encouraging words, and the instruction of the doctor, Hannah began to push, grunting each time, as the pain became more unbearable than even before. Many breathing exercises, a near broken hand and threats of castration later, a small, but powerful cry was heard, signifying the birth of the new baby girl.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Abbot, you've got yourselves a beautiful baby girl," came the voice of the doctor, as he held up their daughter for them to see. She was then handed off to the nurse, so that she could be cleaned and dressed before meeting her parents for the first time.

"Hans, you did it. She's a bit wrinkly, but beautiful nonetheless," joked Bright, all too touched at the miracle that just occurred.

"Yeah. I love you, Brighton," Hannah told him, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Ditto. I mean, I love you too," he replied.

Their daughter was now cleaned and wrapped in a pink blanket and brought over to them, placed on Hannah's now smaller stomach. Bright took his time gazing at his daughter making sure every single finger and toe was in place, while Hannah took to the introductions. "Hey baby girl. We're your parents, Bright and Hannah. Welcome to the world."

"She's so cute Bright," Hannah spoke, as she spotted her daughter trying to place her entire fist in her mouth.

"She looks hungry, but yeah, she's just as beautiful as her mother" he commented, thinking that maybe all the pain was worth it and he and Hannah could try for another baby sometime in the future; there was nothing more beautiful than this, he mused, already in love with his daughter.

"Indeed she is. On both accounts," came the voice of the nurse. "Now, I don't know if you want to stay for this, but it's time for breastfeeding lessons. How about you inform the rest of the family of the family about the newest arrival and come back in ten or fifteen minutes. We'll be all ready then," se spoke, ushering Bright out of the room.

Author's Note: So, next we'll find out the name of the baby girl. Leave me some suggestions too-I have a name picked out, but I just want to see what you guys think! Also, someone said that there is no drama in this story and honestly, I never planned on actually having there being a whole production of fights and messes showing up, so there wont be any-I just wanted a cute, fluff-filled fic, so here it is. I love fluff, but if you want, I can write you some angst. Based on the previews, I think Bright and Hannah are going to be facing some issues, regarding the three lettered word of sex-you know how Bright is. Hope you enjoyed and please, let me know what you thought.