Our Hands Clasp So Tight

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters on the OC or the show itself unfortunately. The ones I made up are mine though, yayy.

A/N: Here you go people, yet another chapter. Thanks again for all the kind reviews, they keep me motivated, keep 'em coming! So I really like this chapter and I hope you do too. Just to warn you there are a few swear words and I might have dropped the f-bomb once or twice. Other than that this chapter is pretty fun, but it gets a bit intense. Enjoy! And leave feedback! Thanks.

3. Temper tantrums and Labor Pains

"Your mother on line one Mr. Cohen."

Seth turned his eyes away from the paper he was reading and sighed. "Alright thank you Stephanie."

"Mom?" Seth asked, placing the receiver to his ear.

"Seth honey, I'm at your house with Sofia."

'Is everything okay? Where's Summer?" he questioned.

"She's upstairs in your room, sweetie I think she's in labor."

"Wh-What? Why didn't anyone tell me?" Seth exclaimed while he collected his belongings.

"She hasn't said anything, I don't even think she wants to admit she is. She just seems to be in pain."

"Alright, keep an eye on her I'm on my way." Seth stated hurriedly. He quickly hung up and made his way out of the office, hoping that Summer was okay.

When he got home he said a quick hello to his mother before racing up the stairs to check on his wife. He entered the room quietly, incase she was sleeping.

She was laying on her side, one hand curled under her pillow while the other was resting on her belly. Although her eyes were closed, they popped open at the sound of the door.

"Seth?" she called softly, voice scratchy.

"Yea baby I'm here." He responded, sitting beside her on the bed.

"Seth I don't feel well." She whimpered as he stroked his hand through her hair.

"I know baby, do you think you're in labor?"

"Yes," she sniffled, starring up at him pitifully.

Seth smiled, "Honey, why didn't you tell my mom she would have taken you to the hospital."

"I-I wanted you." She cried.

Seth smiled sympathetically and gently rubbed her hand. Most of the time Summer was outwardly tough, she didn't like to cry and she certainly did not let most people witness her in a time of weakness. Judging from the last time Summer was in labor, he knew she would rather no one but him to see her in this state.

"Seth!" Summer gasped and grabbed his hand tighter. Seth looked down and noticed her eyes were squeezed together as she let out labored breaths.

"Breathe sweetheart, come on." Seth continued to soothe her until the pain subsided. "You okay?" he asked softly, hoping the contraction was over.

"Yea," she huffed with a quick nod, "I think we should leave for the hospital." She told him quietly.

"You got it, Let me grab your bag. Do you want to change or anything?"

"No, let's just go."

Seth nodded and quickly sprung into action, he noticed the urgency in her voice and he was not about to prolong time any longer. He certainly did not want to be delivering any baby any time soon.

He carefully helped Summer down the stairs, where she suddenly stopped when she felt the onset of another contraction. He held her up, and reminded her to breathe, indicating that he was there to support her in more ways than one.

Seth noticed Sofia run past them and quickly backtrack when she saw her mother in a predicament she had never witnesses.

"Mommy?" she asked, starring up at her mother. Summer tried to hide her obvious discomfort from Sofia, so the little girl would not be afraid.

"Sweetie Me and Daddy are going to the hospital to have the baby now, Nana is going to stay here with you though! I bet it will be so much fun!" Summer spoke with much more enthusiasm than she thought was possible. Seth had to bite back a laugh, knowing it would not be a good idea to show his amusement.

"Noo!" Sofia began to whine.

"Sofia, don't start." Seth admonished.

"I wanna gooo wis you to have da baby!" she spoke, chin trembling slightly.

"Baby you can't only Mommy's and Daddy's are aloud to go, but you can come as soon as the baby is born to see it okay?" Seth tried to reason with the two year old.

"No!" She shrieked.

"Sofia-"

"NANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Sofia shouted tearfully, shooting a glare at both of her parents.

Kirsten came running into the room frantically following her granddaughter's scream. "What's the matter baby?" she asked, surprised to notice Seth and Summer standing there.

"Mom we need to go to the hospital, like NOW!" Seth explained, nodded toward Summer, who was now leaning on him.

"Come on Sofia, let's go play with your dolls!" Kirsten smiled.

"No! Nana I wanna go wis dem!" she cried pointing at her parents.

"No sweetie you can't, we are gonna stay here and play."

Sofia was not pleased with her answer, not at all. In fact she was so displeased that she threw herself onto the floor and began to have a legitimate two-year-old temper tantrum. Her cries turned into sobs while her back was heaving furiously with her rapid breaths.

"Seth," Summer whimpered and buried her head in his chest. He felt her squeeze his hand tighter and he knew she was having another contraction.

"Mom we gotta go." Seth yelled over the noise, which caused Sofia's cries to grow louder in volume. Kirsten nodded in understanding and as soon as the contraction ended Seth was guiding Summer to the door. Right before he closed the door behind them he heard Sofia cry, "Peeese Nana let me go wis dem! Peeeease!"

"Ugh Seth stop starring you perv," Summer quipped, as she shuffled around her hospital room.

"I can't help it, the view is breathtaking," he smirked.

Summer huffed and held the back of her gown closed with her hand. "You. Are. Gross."

Seth shrugged and assisted his wife onto the bed. Once she was settled she sighed with content and shifted over to the right a bit. "Sit with me." She demanded.

"Huh?"

"I said sit with me." She repeated, patting the side of her bed.

"Okaaay Summer." Seth knew better than to oppose her at a moment like this, or any moment for that matter. He quickly obliged, sitting beside his wife and placing a free arm around her shoulders.

"So this is what the view is like from this end.' He nodded, taking an appreciative glimpse.

"Shut up."

"K."

A few minutes had passed in absolute silence.

"Hey Sum?"

"What Seth?" she snapped, Summer was not in the mood for games apparently.

"What if your water breaks while I'm here? Won't it like, get on me?"

Summer starred at him for a good minute in disbelief.

"Um, never mind?" Seth was suddenly very frightened of the look on her face.

"Cohen?"

"Yes dear," he smiled sweetly.

"Do you want to whiteness the birth of your child? Or whiteness the light of day ever again?"

"Yes dear."

"Then shut up or I will kill you." And Seth did shut up, because he believed her.

Before he could find something else to bother her with the monitor began to beep which signaled a small moan from Summer. Summer leaned into his side and gripped his shirt in her hands. Seth pulled her closer to him and used his other arm to rest his hand upon hers. He continued to place soft kisses on her head until the pain had dispersed. He knew that it was over because the monitor stopped beeping so frequently and Summer had returned to breathing normally. She remained hugged to his side though, resting her head on his chest while he ran his fingers though her hair.

"You did good babe." He cooed.

"Bite me."

"Okay." He knew when Summer was in labor to agree with whatever she said, or to agree with whatever she said all the time.

A few hours later Summer no longer attempted to muffle her cries. She was in terrible pain and she wanted everyone to know it. Seth noticed the team of nurses that periodically visited were very reserved and completed their tasks quickly, and honestly he could not blame them. Hell he was married to the woman and he still thought she was scary.

"Seth!" he was jolted back to reality by her shriek. "Hold my hand!"

"Summer, please, give my hand a break." He pleaded.

"Oh sure honey I'll give you a break." Seth smiled and sighed with content. "You mindless idiot, what do you have an ass for brains? Do you think I'm getting a break here Seth? I am in more pain than your puny little brain can even imagine and here you are wanting a break! You got me pregnant, now you better carry this out until the end!" Seth was wide eyed at the end of her rant and just nodded his head in agreement with whatever it was the she just said.

"Now hold my hand!" she demanded.

"Yes Summer, anything you say." He quickly placed his hand in hers, realizing that the pain resulting from her squeezing could not light a candle to the pain she would cause if he resisted her orders.

"How are we doing in here Summer?" Dr. Jones asked, making her presence in the room known.

Summer shot the doctor the famous glare that was effortlessly mimicked by their daughter.

"Okaaay. Well I'm just going to check on your progress real quick, and we'll take it from there alright?" she smiled, taking a seat at the end of the bed.

It did not take long at all for doctor Jones to complete the examination, and before they knew it she raped the sheet over Summer's parted knees.

"You're looking good sweetie, you're at seven though so we still have a bit more time. If you're feeling up to it you might want to take a walk to progress the labor." Dr. Jones smiled while scribbling something on the clipboard.

"Oh yes, while I'm at it I might as well scrub the ceiling and retile the bathroom." Summer quipped.

"Summer…" Seth was embarrassed of his wife's tone; she was normally never this nasty to anyone beside him.

Dr. Jones simply smiled, seemingly unaffected by Summer's comment.

"Do whatever you feel up to. Alrighty kids, you hang in there, I'll be back."

Seth waited a few minutes before be finally gathered the courage to speak. "Summer maybe she's right, why don't we take a short walk around and hopefully it will help move things along." After the words left his mouth Seth hovered back, afraid that she would yell and or hit him. To his surprise she spoke a soft "Okay." And before he knew it he was guiding her down the hall of the maternity ward.

"I don't like this one bit." Summer grumbled as she slowly shuffled down the hall.

"Aw come on now sweetheart isn't this fun, walking around, holding hands, exploring the sights, ahh the romance."

"Oh yes Seth I really enjoy walking around publicly letting the world get a glimpse of my goodies."

"They can look, but they certainly can't touch, them goodies belong to me." Seth smiled proudly.

"Ugh, Ohh! Seth!" Seth stepped in front of Summer and hugged her to his chest, "Owwww!" she continued as she buried her face into his shirt.

Seth was trying the best he could to hold her up, knowing the force of the contraction was making it difficult for her to stand. Just when he thought it was over Summer bent forward and grabbed her stomach as she let out another cry. Seth then felt the dampness on his feet and grimaced as he slowly looked down.

"Eww Summer did you pee." Seth joked, but apparently she was not in a joking mood.

"Seth I'll kill you I'll fucking kill you, take me back to the room right now you jackass and keep your fucking mouth shut until this baby is born. I'll kill you."

And with that, Seth did as he was told.

Four hours had now passed and Seth had yet to utter a word. Summer was now fully dilated and everything in her power to refrain from pushing. The nurse had encouraged her to take short, rapid breaths, and for once Summer actually listened to reason. Seth would never admit it to her, right now anyway, but he thought she looked adorable with her cheeks puffing out with each breath she took.

"Okay Summer, I hear we are ready to have a baby in here!" Dr. Jones smiled cheerfully, only causing the dark cloud looming over Summer to blacken.

"We? No because from what I can see, I'M the one who's having the baby in here."

"You're right sweetie, okay when your ready give me a nice big push." Dr. Jones instructed, taking her seat. They did not have to wait long for the next contraction to start and Summer leaned forward throwing all of her effort into pushing.

"That was beautiful Summer, that's what I want to see here."

For the next few pushes Summer relentlessly exerted all her strength into bringing her child into the world, but then she began to tire.

"I'm too tired!" she cried, Seth noticed the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Summer I can see the top of the baby's head honey, you're almost there."

"No! No I can't!" she whimpered, looking desperately at Seth. He gave her a reassuring smile as he leaned over to place his arm above her head, letting his fingers stroke her dark strands.

"Ohh!" Summer yelled as she began to push again. "Holy shit, oh that hurts, oh please make it stop! Please, Seth!" Summer was now opening crying, and Seth felt helpless as she begged him to take away her pain.

"Good girl Summer the head it out, one or two more big pushes."

Summer mustered up the little energy she had left and threw her whole body forward, with the help of Seth of course. Just when she was about to give up, throw in the towel she heard Seth whisper calmly into her ear. "I love you Summer, you can do this." And with a final effort it was over.

Summer fell back onto the bed and smiled tearfully, pulling Seth in to place a kiss on his lips.

"I love you." She whispered hoarsely.

"I love you to baby, you did so good! I'm so proud of you!"

Seth awaited to hear for Dr. Jones to announce that they had a son, finally he had a partner in crime.

"Congratulations Mom and Dad, it's a beautiful little girl!" Dr. Jones smiled, holding the baby up for her parents to get a look.

"YES! A girl!" Seth exclaimed. All hopes of a boy were abandoned when he saw her, because in that moment she too, like her mother and sister, had captured his heart, and he knew he loved her more than anything.

Summer giggled at her husband's excitement. "You've got a lot on your plate Cohen."

"Eh, I think I can hand it." He smiled.

Summer opened her mouth to respond but her attention was quickly brought back to her feet where the commotion was. "What's wrong?" she asked, noticing the growing amount of nurses around her baby. "What's the matter with my baby! Why isn't she crying?" Summer yelled, fear quickly washing over her. When she had yet to get a response she looked at Seth tearfully, "Go over there and tell me what's going on."

Seth quickly obliged and walked over. He peered through a group of nurses and felt is heart stop at the sight of the blue baby before him.

"Wh-what's wrong with her." He stuttered.

"Mr. Cohen, please give us space."

"Not until you tell me what is wrong with my daughter!" he was quickly losing his temper.

Another group of doctors rushed in, pushing him aside, leaving his questions unanswered. He could feel the wetness building up in his eyes and he turned to Summer, who was already a mess of tears. Taking another glance between his sobbing wife and his pale daughter, Seth had never in his life help so completely helpless.