A/N: so as u may have noticed, yes, im a regular updater (well u cant tell since this is only the 3rd chapter ive posted) and..the chapters aren't too..long. but it is because, when i first divided them, i dont know... well, things changed a lot. the character's lives could change completely in one chapter, so i had to split them into really tiny fragments so that it wouldnt be too... confusing. if i had uploaded them in the original formal, this chapter would be part of the first one, not even the middle. so thats why... :] also im flattered to know that only 5 days after i updated i already had a review. this may probably seem like nothing to all those great writers out there, but for me its great 'cuz nobody ever likes the things i do (not even my mom... she says she does but she obviously doesnt ]: .. ) and, knowing ive finally done something good...wow, it feels so good. im amazed. thanks guys for giving me this feeling :] now, on to chapter 3!

It took her three seconds to comprehend: there was something wrong with her baby. Theresa managed to speak, and told Alex that the doctors had said the baby was dying, because its cordon was tied around its neck, causing him to be slowly choking. Its heart rhythm was slowing down. Alex screamed and cried, hugging her stomach. A doctor appeared in the door, ordering Theresa to leave. She hugged Alex and then left. Alex started to shake nervously. The doctor told her to stay calm, because there was a possibility that her baby would live. Alex tied her whole life to that hope and calmed down. She didn't notice, but she eventually fell asleep. When she took knowledge of that, it was too late; darkness was all she could see. At first she thought she was dead, but luckily one of her neurons reminded her that the anesthesia had adverse effects such as paralysis, confusion, dizziness, and, also, unconsciousness. She was probably having all of them. She could only think of two things: her boyfriend, and her baby. If she ever gave up, they would do it as well. She had to keep going, for them. She knew it was a great responsibility, but it kind of made her proud that it was hers, and nobody else's. As these thoughts crossed her mind, she felt the worst pain she had ever experienced, right from between her legs. She tried to scream, but no sound came from her mouth. The bubbles of air flew away, carrying no words. She felt like she was going to break at any second. Her breathing involuntarily stopped. The blood ran uncontrollably through her veins, much too fast. Her automatic responses were to press one hand to her heart, and to cross her legs as tightly as she could. But she couldn't move her members anymore. Finally, a sound escaped from her mouth; some kind of shriek. She tried covering her mouth, but then remembered she was paralyzed. The disturbing sound didn't stop; she felt her eyes were about to tear apart. She stayed like that for a very long time. And then, after a hard blink, she could finally see. And hear. And move. And feel everything. When she recovered whole consciousness, she noticed something was missing. The kicks were. The nausea was. What was going on? Her hand instinctively flew to her stomach. She looked at it in utter horror. It was flat and empty. She started getting nervous, until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, and there he was: Dean. He had come after all. Exactly what she was trying to avoid. Who could blame him, though? She didn't have enough head to think all that up. She only wanted to jump to his arms, hug him and kiss him, tell him how much she had missed him… She was too tired. The only things she could do were to smile weakly and to close her eyes. Just as she was about to fall on her back, Dean sat next to her and caught her. Their eyes met for a long instant, and as their lips met, they heard a knock on the door. Dean stood up and fake coughed, looking out the window. Alex played with her fingers and scratched her almost gone manicure. The door opened and a doctor came in.

"Miss Russo?"

"Me."

"Your son is healthy and everything about him seems fine. Congratulations. You will be able to leave tonight."

Alex smiled widely and thanked the doctor. After he left, she looked at Dean, and held many tears of joy. Dean looked back at her and they hugged.

"Have you seen him?" she asked.

"Yes."

"What is he like?"

"Like nothing you've seen before."

Dean leaned down and kissed her once again. Alex blinked several times, and the tears she'd been holding streamed down her cheeks. Another knock on the door, but they didn't separate this time. A nurse came in, and she was holding something wrapped in blue blankets. Alex smiled at her and nodded. The nurse's steps were the slowest things Alex had ever seen. She was getting kind of impatient. Dean seemed to notice too, so he took the baby first and carefully gave it to Alex. When she finally had him in her arms, she didn't know what to think, what to feel. Her emotions mixed up again; only this time they were a bit different. Happiness, curiosity, amazement, love… a milkshake of feelings. She kissed his soft cheek and smiled. The nurse left the room and locked the door; she probably thought they'd want some privacy. Dean sat next to Alex and hugged them both.

"I'm not going back to Italy," he whispered to Alex.

"What? I thought you had a girlfriend," she said coldly, remembering the dream.

Dean blinked twice and then frowned, dropping his arms.

"Alex, Isabella is just a crush. Like I said four years ago, you were my first love, and like I'm saying now, you'll always be my only love. Because even if I tried, I'd never love anyone more than I love you, Alex."

She closed both eyes, and two small tears ran down each of her cheeks. Dean cleaned one of them with the tip of his finger, while the other one kept running until it fell on the baby's hand. Alex smiled and hugged the two people she loved the most.

"So what should we name him?"

"Hmmm…I don't know. Who does he remind you of?"

Alex smiled and tilted her head to the left.

"You, of course, silly."

Dean smiled back

"But he reminds me of you as well."

"No amalgamations, or whatever it's called. Please. That's just too…family-tradition-al-ist…or whatever it's called."

They both laughed. For one second, they were high school students again, just hanging out next to their lockers or standing in the middle of the hall, laughing at whatever they were saying. Their love had grown bigger and bigger, to the point that it didn't fit inside their hearts anymore.

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