The sun streamed in through the window, hitting Hunter's face. It was rare that he slept long enough for the sun to wake him. The warmth of Dee Dee's body against his as he spooned her felt so good. Her regular, slow breathing told him she was still sleeping. He moved his hand to her stomach, slowly stroking her smooth skin, and felt the life within move. He smiled. His two girls, here in his arms, felt so right. He carefully shifted closer to her, wanting to feel as much of her body against his as possible, but not wanting to wake her.

The last few months had seemed to fly by. As they had progressed, she'd had a more difficult time finding a comfortable position as her body adjusted to the life growing inside her, and often slept fitfully. He slowly drifted back to sleep, the smell and touch and warmth of her filling his senses.

McCall woke as she felt a cramping in her stomach. She moaned pulled her body into a fetal position.

"Dee Dee?" Hunter's voice came from behind her on the bed, and she felt his hand touch her hip.

"It could just be the Braxton Hicks again," she replied as the cramp let up. "Can you get me some water?"

He retrieved a glass of water from the kitchen, and helped her to sit up so she could drink.

"You're sure you're ok?" Hunter asked. "You want to get checked out at the hospital?"

"It was only one contraction. We're not going to the hospital with you running your cherry light the whole way, like you did the last time," McCall replied. "If you want, you can call Dr Paxson, though."

Hunter called McCall's doctor. Dr Paxson agreed they might be Braxton Hicks contractions, but told him that if the contractions became consistent, to call back and let her know. If they became consistently 10 minutes apart, they should give her a call and she'd meet them at the hospital.

McCall's stomach rumbled.

Hunter smiled and spoke to McCall's stomach.

"Are we hungry today," he cooed. "Do we need nourishment so we can come out to meet the world?"

McCall laughed. "Gee, it's almost as if there weren't someone else here."

Hunter straightened and kissed her on the lips. "I could never forget you. How about I make us breakfast?"

McCall nodded.

"You stay here. I'll go make breakfast."

McCall settled in and dozed as Hunter headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

About 30 minutes later, just as Hunter was bringing in the breakfast tray, she felt another contraction. He quickly put the tray down, and held her hand through the contraction.

She smiled up at him when it eased, and reached up to wipe a stray bit of flour from his cheek.

"Did the flour put up a fight, at least?" she laughed.

"Well, it did try to escape when I went to mix the pancake batter. I subdued it, though," he said, inclining his head toward the breakfast tray.

"I see," she said.

The breakfast tray held several plates, including one holding a stack of misshaped pancakes. McCall wolfed down a few bites of pancakes, followed by a swig from a glass of milk on the tray, before leaning back into the pillows on the bed.

"That's it," Hunter asked. "You don't want any more?"

McCall shrugged. "For now. Maybe I'll eat a little more later." She reached out and took his hand again. "Have I mentioned lately how much I appreciate you?"

They spent the rest of the Saturday morning bumping around the house as McCall's labor progressed. At around noon, they called Dr Paxson to let her know McCall's contractions were consistently 20 minutes apart. As the sun started to set, they called the doctor to let her know the contractions were 10 minutes apart, and headed to the hospital. At 11:04 pm, they welcomed Chloe Isabella McCall-Hunter, 7 pounds 2 ounces and 19 inches long.