Selena's POV

I went back into my room and was absolutely ecstatic about the news I now had that I was basically dying to tell them all.

"Hey guys, guess what!" I announced, breaking the clearly awkward silence that had been there before. They all looked to me waiting for me to carry on which I gladly did. "I'm going to have a baby brother!" I told them excitedly. They all looked at me in complete shock before Demi hugged me, beating the others to it.

"Aw that's so cute. Your mom's pregnant then?" she asked me with a smile.

"Yeah, I can't believe I didn't notice, she's five months gone already!" I told her happily. The others all went wide-eyed; obviously none of them had noticed either.

"Wow, that's fantastic. I'm so happy for you; you always wanted a little brother ever since we were six." Meg said with a grin. I hugged her excitedly and then the others individually. "What did they say about tonight?" Meg carried on once we were done with the hugging and the questions.

"They said its fine; I'm feeling a lot of alcohol to celebrate." I told them happily.

"Yes baby!" Lottie said with a massive grin.

May 20th

My mom who was now ready to drop, my dad, Demi and I were all sat in the living room watching TV. Nothing had really changed over the past four months, Demi and I were still going strong, the girls and I were still as close as we were before all the nonsense, and my dad had been home more often due to his promotion.

We were watching Friends when my mom screamed out in pain.

"Are you okay?" I asked immediately. She shook her head no and got up.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I think I just need to pee." She said as she got up slowly and practically waddled to the downstairs loo. We heard the door click, signalling that it was locked, and then all looked to one another with slightly worried looks. I was sitting with my head on Demi's lap and my dad had previously been sitting with his arm around my mum stroking her over-sized belly.

"When's her due-date again?" I asked wanting a reminder. I knew it was soon but I wasn't entirely sure of the exact date.

"Yesterday." My dad said simply. I formed an 'o' shape with my mouth and turned back to the TV for a few moments before hearing my mum scream in pain again.

This time we all got up quickly and ran to the bathroom. The door was locked and my mom was basically crying with pain.

"My waters have broken." She called out shakily.

"Can you open the door?" Demi called out. She was so calm whilst my dad and I were both panicking like mad.

"No, I can't move!" My mum called back.

"Are you near the door?" My dad asked her. We heard a muffled 'no' and before I'd even realised what he was doing my dad ran at the door and kicked it open. My mom was lying on the floor curled up in a pool of what were obviously the liquids that had been stored inside her. "Selena go and start your car, I don't care if it gets in a mess from this; I will buy you a new one if it does. Demi, go grab the red bag from in our room behind our bedroom door." My dad instructed with a false calmness in his voice.

We both did as we were told quickly. I was sat in the front seat of my car ready to drive quickly to the hospital as Demi came out and threw the bag in the trunk. She ran back to the house with the folded wheelchair that was in there already just in case. She unfolded it at the door and waited for my parents to come out so my mum could sit in it.

She literally ran as she pushed my mum down the driveway to the car and my dad followed closely behind. As soon as everyone was in the car I sped off down the road and headed toward the hospital like a madwoman.

"Selena, I understand that you're worried and want to get there quick but you're going to lose your license!" Demi exclaimed in an attempt to make me slow down. She spoke a little too soon because the next thing I knew a police car had pulled me over.

"Licence please, Miss." She said without looking in the window. My mom screamed out in pain from the back seat with my dad.

"Can we please get me to a frigging hospital?" she yelled in pain. The policewoman looked at my mom in the back and immediately realised the situation.

"I'll let you off. Go. Good luck!" She called. I put the window back up and sped off again, praying to God that I wasn't pulled over again.

"She's in labour, we need you to do whatever so she can have this baby." Demi told the woman at the front desk as we ran into the hospital, me carrying the red bag and my dad pushing my mom in her wheelchair.

We were taken to a room where my mom was put into a bed and checked for everything to make sure that everything with the baby was okay.

"You're eight centimetres dilated, It's too late to give you any drugs so I'm afraid you'll have to deliver this baby naturally." The midwife we'd all met before told my mom, who looked petrified.

"What? No, I can't do this without pain relief, are you fucking mental?" My mom shouted at her as she squeezed my hand even tighter.

"I'm sorry Mrs Gomez, there's nothing I can give you. You'll have to deliver this baby naturally. How far apart are your contractions?" She asked her.

"Every 57 seconds." My dad told her quickly, still looking at his watch.

"Right, I'll come back in fifteen minutes to check on you again then Mrs Gomez." The midwife said as she left with her clipboard.

"Fuck me, I'm in so much pain right now." My mom moaned. My dad looked sadly at her and kissed her sweaty forehead.

"Were you like this with me?" I asked her from the seat on the bed next to her. My mom shook her head and my dad laughed loudly.

"You were a rather big baby, you were two weeks late and your mother was literally screaming the hospital down. She was in labour with you for forty-seven hours and you tore her a lot when you were born. That was with the epidural and I ended up with a broken hand through her squeezing it so much." My dad said with a chuckle.

"Oh my god babe, that's something I've not something I've heard before." Demi teased me light-heartedly.

The midwife came back and checked my mum again.

"I'm going to need everybody but the father to leave please, this baby's coming now." She said from by my mom's baby hole.

Demi and I left and sat in the waiting room outside for an hour before the sound of a tiny person crying was heard. I grinned like a twat and hugged Demi tightly and just minutes later my dad came out wearing the same stupid grin on his face.

"Selena would you like to meet your baby brother?" He asked me happily. I nodded and got up quickly, followed closely by Demi as we went into the delivery room. My mom was taken away on the bed to go into recovery and we were left with the baby. My dad picked him up extremely carefully and slowly handed him to me. He was red but he'd had the birth blood wiped from him.

"Be careful with him, he's so tiny." My dad whispered. He was asleep but once I was holding him with his head held carefully against my chest, he grasped onto my shirt softly. I let a few tears slip. My baby brother was so adorable.

"Do you and mom know what you want to call him yet?" I asked my dad quietly, I really didn't want to wake him up.

"Yeah, we've decided on two names and we wanted to let you pick between the two, so your options are either Max or Jonah." He said with a small, proud smile.

"Jonah. No question about it." I told him firmly. Demi smiled and stroked his hair gently. Not many babies are born with hair but this one was. His hair was so dark, just like mine. He had my dad's eyes; they were blue, but he definitely got my mom's mouth; it was pouted and I hadn't seen him smile yet but I was almost certain of it. He was beautiful.

"He's perfect and the name Jonah really suits him. It's your typical 'beautiful boy' name and he sure is one of them. You've got another one to be proud of here, Brian. He'll make you just as proud as Selena has and when he grows up, I'm almost certain he will be just as perfect as her too." Demi told my dad quietly, she was clearly in awe of my new little brother.

"Thank you, Demi. Would you like a turn at holding him?" My dad asked her kindly. It was clear in her eyes that she wanted to hold him but she was too polite to ask.

"If you don't mind then I'd love to hold him." Demi said quietly. I smiled at her and slowly & gently passed him to her. She looked like such a natural the way she took him from me. She was so careful when she was holding him; I think she was worried she'd break him or something.

He was about fifteen minutes old and I was already completely in love with him. There was just absolutely nothing that wasn't totally perfect about him. No one's perfect, I've always said that, but he was.

"He's so tiny!" Demi breathed out quietly. I chuckled and ruffled his silk-like hair.

"That tends to happen when someone's about a quarter of an hour old." I told her with a wink. Demi shook her head and rocked Jonah gently.

"I'm sorry but I'll need to take the baby to be checked over fully." A nurse came in and told up with a warm smile on her face. "It's nothing to worry about, it's just standard procedure." She informed us quickly when she saw the worried look that appeared on my dad's face.

"He'll be fine, don't worry." I reassured my dad after the nurse had taken Jonah away to be checked.

The next day.

My mom, Dad, Demi and I were all in my car on the way home with Jonah in the back strapped into his car-seat. He was so tiny and he looked even smaller in the seat. He was fast asleep and snoring ever so slightly which made a look of awe appear on Demi's face as she stroked his hair softly from the seat next to him. I was driving, my dad was in the front and the other three were in the back with Demi in the middle, my mom on the left and Jonah on the right.

It was a Saturday so we had the whole weekend to spend time with baby Jonah, who seemed to be enjoying sleeping his Saturday away.

"He's so beautiful." Demi whispered as we pulled into the driveway.

"Of course he is, there's no such thing as an ugly baby, Dem." I told her with an amused smile.

"That is so not true." She stated as she stopped stroking his hair and started stroking his forehead lightly. I raised an eyebrow at her, as did my parents as they unbuckled their seatbelts.

"Well there are some genuinely ugly babies out there!" She defended.

"That is true, I have seen some ugly babies but their parents, family and friends always think they're beautiful regardless." My mom said tiredly.

"No, even the parents of ugly babies must have something inside them that thinks 'what is going on with my kids face?' they just probably don't admit it. Jonah is not like that, he's absolutely perfect." Demi whispered as he stirred slightly, moving his hand to suck his tiny thumb. My mom refused to let him have a pacifier, she wouldn't let me have one when I was a baby either.

"I guess. But you're right, he' going to be such a little heartbreaker when he's older." I said as I carefully removed the seatbelt from around the car-seat and lifted it gently being extremely careful not to wake my sleeping baby brother.

We went into the house and sat in the living room, none of us really sure what to do. It was only Ten AM and Jonah was fast asleep. Usually Demi and I would be out doing something with the girls and my parents would be doing their thing, but obviously not now that we just wanted to spend a much time with Jonah as possible.

My mom picked him up out of his car seat and moved him gently to cradle him in his arms, stoking his tiny little nose softly.

An hour later the smell of poop spread around the room. I crinkled my nose and looked over at Jonah who was now away, lying in the middle of the floor on a play mat with a mobile hanging over it. He was just watching it with his facial expressions blank; I doubt that at less than twenty-four hours old he actually understood anything that was going on.

"Mom?" I called out. She looked up at me from the couch with a questioning look on her face. I was kneeling on the floor next to Jonah knocking some of the little teddies attached to the mobile with Demi knelt down next to me. "I think Jonah's left you a little present." I told her with a small grin. Demi chuckled and shook her head along with my mom.

"Oh no, I've done one, your dad's done one, I think it's big sisters turn." My mom replied with a sarcastic smile. I looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. Demi burst out laughing next to me and knocked my shoulder.

"The look on your face right now is priceless. Enjoy your poopy diaper." She said with a wink.

"Don't you worry Demi, its big sisters girlfriends turn next." I told her in response.

"I don't think so sweetheart."

"It's only fair, if we're taking it in turns you're going next."

Demi shook her head and I picked Jonah up slowly. He murmured a little as I carried him out of the room and up to his nursery, grabbing the changing bag on my way up.

I changed his diaper without and major problems except from the occasional gag as I wiped the poop from his butt. I went back downstairs with him and placed him back down on the mat, throwing an 'in your fucking face' grin at my parents and Demi.

My baby brother was too adorable.

AND THE NEXT ONE IS THE LAST CHAPTER.