A month later, Derek married Savannah in the lavish ceremony that she wanted. There were so many people in attendance that is was easy to miss the figure sitting in the back. As soon as they were pronounced husband and wife, that lone figure left. The reception that followed at a local hotel was in full swing when a phone call sent one attendee on his way. Derek didn't notice. He was too busy being introduced to people he didn't know. After they cut the cake and danced, they couple left for two week stay in Paris for their honeymoon. The tension was still high between the two but put on an act in front of other people. Only one person noticed the change in them.
"Baby boy, are you sure you made the right decision in marrying Savannah?"
"Yes mom I did. I love her." he said. "I know you two don't get along but give her time and a chance. I know who you wanted me to marry Penelope but that wasn't ever going to happen."
"I guess I will now that I know you can finally give me the grandbabies I want."
Derek flinched at her words but Fran didn't noticed. She was watching Savannah walking toward them with a fake smile on her face.
"Hi Fran." She said. "It's time to go baby."
"Ok mom. I will see you when you come for Christmas."
"Ok Derek"
Derek hugged his mother and then said goodbye to his sisters and Savannah's parents and they were on their way to the house. Once they were alone in the limo, Savannah scooted away from Derek.
"Are you going to ignore the whole time we are gone?"
She didn't answer him. He let out a sigh and then got comfortable. They changed their clothes at their home before heading to the airport. The next two weeks were going to be hell.
Christmas and the New Year came and went. Things were still tense with Savanah but Derek kept it to himself. She would only let him make love to her when she wanted. They hardly talked and when her monthly would come she would get mad. She wanted to get pregnant with Derek's baby in hopes he would forget about the one he was having with Penelope. He caught on real quick to what she was up to when he found her talking to herself. Secretly he was glad when she would get her period. There was no way he would ever forget his son or Penelope for that matter. He was glad when they got a case because that would mean he would finally have some peace.
He was getting anxious as her due date got closer. He hadn't heard from her since she sent him that disc and that worried him. He would pray overnight that they were both ok. Savanah had wanted to go away the weeks of Valentine's Day and Derek flat out refused to go anywhere. They fought everyday over that. He caught a case and was glad for a reprieve. He came back home on the thirteenth of February and was on pins and needles. He made sure his phone was charged and kept on. He didn't want to miss her call. Derek had just finished making love to his wife when his cell rang and he looked at the clock. It was a little after eleven.
"Morgan."
"Derek, I'm in labor."
"What hospital are you at?"
"St. Mary's. I'm on the sixth floor labor and delivery room 8."
"I'm on the way."
"Ok." She whispered.
Derek hung up and got out of bed and went to the closet for his clothes. When he came out he saw Savanah getting dressed.
"Where are you going?"
"With you. I assume she called you because she's in labor."
"She is and you're not coming."
"Why not? I am your wife."
"I know who you are but I said you're not coming. I'm not about to get Penelope all upset by bringing you with me. Now is not the time. I will call you later to let you know how things are going."
He went to take a shower leaving a fuming Savanah on the bed. He dressed quickly and was out the door with say anything to Savanah. He drove like a mad man to get to the hospital. It was a good forty-five minutes away from his house. One he was there he ran through the parking lot, through the hospital and up to the sixth floor. He asked a nurse where was room eight and she showed him. He stood outside the door and took a deep breath. He was nervous. This was the first time he was seeing Penelope in seven months. He knocked on the door but didn't hear an answer. He opened the door slowly and stopped in his tracks. There she was lying on the bed rubbing her swollen belly. She was all baby and even looked like she had lost weight. To him, she never looked more beautiful. He swallowed before he spoke.
"Pen."
She opened her eyes and they stared at each other. He closed the door behind him and walked closer to the bed.
"Hi Derek."
"How are you doing?"
"I'm doing well for the most part. The contractions are that bad yet."
"How long have you been in labor?"
"Probably since yesterday but I didn't know. My back just ached. I didn't start getting actual contractions until five this afternoon."
He watched as she gripped the rail and close her eyes. "Contraction." She whispered and when it passed she would rub her belly. He walked closer and reached out to touch her belly. She flinched when she felt him. He drew his hand away.
"I'm sorry. It's ok. You can touch him."
She watched as Derek ran his hand over her belly and felt the movement. He smiled and rubbed the spot where he felt it. She didn't smile anymore and he could feel her belly tighten up.
"Who brought you here?"
"I did."
Neither heard the door open but Derek stood there with a shocked expression on his face.
"Hi sweetheart, the nurse said you could have some ice chips and she will be coming by to check to see if you gotten any more dilated."
"What the hell are you doing here?" Derek yelled.
"Not now Morgan. I will explain everything later."
"Can I have some ice chips, please?"
Derek just stared as his friend fed Pen some ice chips. She moaned when a contraction hit her.
"Come on baby, you need to breathe like they showed us in class."
"I'm trying but they are starting to really hurt. I should have asked for some drugs when they asked me."
The nurse came in and asked if she wanted Derek in the room while she checked her. She said it was fine unless Derek had a problem. He said no. There was no way he was leaving. The nurse put on her gloves and checked.
"Ok honey, you are at six centimeters. You need four more to go before you can start pushing."
"They are really starting to hurt. Can I have some drugs? I changed my mind."
"Sorry sweetie. It's too late. That should have been done at four. It's all natural now."
She left and Pen closed her eyes as another contraction hit her. She moaned a little louder making Derek jump.
The hours dragged on and it seemed that Pen's contractions slowed down so they gave her Pitocin to speed them up. She had been at six centimeter for four hours. After thirty minutes her contractions started coming faster and longer. Finally around five thirty she was ready to push. The brought in a baby warmer and took off the lower part of the bed. The room filled up with nurses. Pen's bed was brought to a more sitting position and the doctor came in.
"Ok Pen. Are you ready to finally see your son?"
"Yes."
"Ok. When the next contraction hits you are going to push and I'm going to count to ten and then you are going to stop. Ready. Here comes one. Push."
Derek watched and Pen brought her chin to her chest and turned red as she pushed. He heard the doctor counting.
"I...10 stop. Breathe. You're doing well."
"Come on sweetheart you can do this."
"Oh god."
"Push."
"..9.10 stop breathe."
Pen slumped back on the bed breathing heavy. She looked at Derek and he walked closer to the bed. He grabbed her hand and she held on to it. When he saw the tears running down her face, he couldn't stop the ones from falling from his eyes. She tightened her grip when the next contraction hit her. She screamed.
"Push, he's crowning. Pen take deep breathe and give one good push and his head and shoulders should be out."
Pen took a deep breath and pushed. She screamed so loud and squeezed Derek's hand so hard.
"Stop." He said. "Pen one more push and you can finally hold your son."
"Promise." She whispered.
"I promise."
Pen took a deep breath, and screamed. She slumped back in the bed closing her eyes. When she heard her baby's cry for the first time they snapped open. She started crying when she saw her son.
"Time. Five fifty-nine." The doctor said. "Dad would you like to cut the umbilical cord."
Derek didn't notice they were talking to him. He was too busy looking at his son who was screaming his head off.
"Derek."
"What? Yes."
The doctor handed him the scissors and cut where the doctor told him. He then placed the baby on Penelope's chest. A nurse came by with a blanket and cleaned up the best she could. Then she placed a hat and a clean blanket to wrap him up in.
"Hi baby boy. I waited such a long time to see you." she kissed his head. "I love you so much."
Derek watched as his son nuzzled Pen's chest.
"Do you want to hold him, Derek?"
"Yes."
Pen wrapped up her son better and handed him to Derek. He looked down in awe at the tiny infant in his arms. Tears ran freely from his eyes.
"Do you have a name picked out for him.' he asked without looking up.
"I want to name him Derek Anthony Morgan if that's ok with you. If not I have another name picked out."
"No. Derek Anthony Morgan is just fine." He looked up and realized they were alone, except for the nurses the doctor. A nurse came up to him.
"We have to take him to the nursery now. We have to weigh him, get his length, and the other newborn tests. You can go down to the nursery and watch from the window. Are you the father?"
"Yes I am."
"Ok you need to wear this and you will be able to come and get him whenever you want while he is here." The nurse said. "We'll bring him back up when we're done."
Derek handed the baby back to the nurse and watched him leave. He looked at Pen and saw she was staring at him. He walked over to her and kissed her forehead.
"Thank you for my son."
They were interrupted by a nurse that told her they had her room ready. There they would change her gown and finish getting her cleaned up. She told Derek what room they were taking her too and to give thirty minutes before he came back. He asked where the nursery was at and he went in search of his son. He found his son screaming as they cleaned him up. He wasn't happy and he was letting them know it. He smiled but his smiled stopped when he turned to look at the person standing next to him.
"How long have you known where she was at?"
"I've always know where she was."
"Why didn't you tell me, Reid? I thought you were my friend."
"I am but Penelope needed me more." He said. "Let me give this to the nurse and then we'll talk."
He watched at talk to the nurse and handed her some clothes. Then he motioned for Derek to follow him. With one last look at his son, Derek left with Reid.
