Author's note: So this is the last part of this little Valentine's story. Hope you enjoyed it, because I definitely got a kick out of visiting this world again.

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Chapter 3 – My Funny Valentine

"Mister Wolf, this baby is coming right now!" Hope Taylor declared, before screwing her face up as another contraction hit.

"But they said seven centimetres, babe-" Wolf tried to protest as he rubbed her back.

"I'm a doctor, remember?" She gasped out as the pain started to ebb.

"You're an orthopaedic surgeon..."

Hope turned her head and fixed him with a gimlet stare, "And I'm your wife, with your baby coming out of me, so I suggest you run and get me that goddamn doctor right now!"

Wolf suddenly had an inappropriate urge to laugh as he stared right back at his beautiful wife – it was something about her fiery words being delivered while leaning over a hospital bed in a backless gown.

"Okay babe, I'm going." He said quickly, wincing in sympathy as she tensed with another contraction.

Of course it turned out that Hope was right. By the time Wolf got back with the doctor, the baby's arrival was very imminent indeed.

"I can feel the head!" The young medic almost yelped as he knelt between Hope's legs, and Wolf could have sworn his wife rolled her eyes before she was gripped with another wave of pain.

He'd always thought babies were born with the mother laying on her back, but maybe that was just in the movies, as Hope was definitely about to deliver in her current pose, and he ended up awkwardly leaning over the bed to stroke her arms and shoulders as she stayed in her standing position, her hands braced on the mattress.

"Here he comes!" The doctor announced, and this time Hope definitely rolled her eyes, right before she wailed long and loud.

Even before her cry died away, another joined it, this one high and indignant, as their baby came into the world and immediately started shouting about it. And Wolf found himself laughing as Hope's eyes met his and she smiled the biggest smile, a beautiful contrast to the pain she'd been in, right before the doctor leaned in and offered them the baby.

"She's a beautiful little girl." He announced, and Wolf took one look and fell hopelessly in love with his daughter.

"She looks like you, Mister Wolf." Hope half whispered, as she let a nurse help her onto the bed, her eyes never leaving the baby cradled safely in his arms.

"She looks like us." He corrected, running a gentle finger over their daughter's fine blonde hair. "We're a family now. You, me, and-"

"Delilah." Hope said firmly, and Wolf's grin widened even more as he nodded.

"Yeah. You, me, and Delilah."

At the restaurant across the street from the hospital, the wedding reception was in full swing. Food had been eaten, speeches had been made, according to Rachel a manly tear had been shed by the father of the bride and according to Mike it most definitely had not, and now Sasha had even persuaded Tom to dance.

"Remember the first time we danced at a wedding?" He asked, and she smiled.

"Mike and Rachel's, of course. I was wearing this dress."

"You look even more beautiful now." He said, and meant it.

"Well, you still look good in those whites." She acknowledged. "And look at them." She nodded towards Mike and Rachel, who were also dancing slowly, her head nestled into his shoulder as he kissed her hair. "Nothing's changed there."

Tom smiled down at her, "Just as it should be."

"Just as it should be," She echoed.

Tex and Nina were sitting at the edge of the dance floor, both of them watching Kat and Ray swaying slowly to the music, pressed close together and eyes locked.

"You always knew, didn't you, Callaghan?" Tex asked his wife, and she squeezed his hand in response.

"I had a feeling." She turned to look at him. "Now, since Kat is clearly not coming home with us, can we skip out early and go get our babies back?"

Tex narrowed his eyes, "I thought you said mama needed a break?"

She leaned in and kissed him. "Mama changed her mind, Kansas. She needs her babies, a sofa and a foot rub, in that order." She shot him a wicked grin, "And then she might just need to do that thing we haven't done in a while that the doctor just cleared me to do."

Tex shoved his chair back and pulled Nina to her feet. "Then what the hell are we waiting for, Callaghan?"

Nina opened her mouth to reply but then paused, her eyes darting back to the dance floor. Tex followed her gaze and saw the same thing she had.

Ray and another of the groomsmen were subtly clearing couples from the floor, gradually leaving a gap around Miller and his girlfriend Caroline. As Tex watched, a suspicion started to form in his head, one which was confirmed when Nina laughed softly and murmured for him to listen to the music.

"Sweet Caroline...Good times never seemed so good…"

Sasha felt Rachel, the queen of gossip, grab her hand and squeeze as they stood beside Tom and Mike at the edge of the dance floor.

"Is he about to-" But her enquiry was unnecessary as Miller chose that moment to drop to one knee, causing Caroline to look down at him in surprise, then around at the dance floor that had emptied without her noticing. She clapped a hand to her mouth and Sasha could see that her eyes were already glistening with tears.

"I didn't want to upstage Lissy and Aaron." Miller was saying, "But I wanted all your friends to be here for this."

Tex held back a whoop, but only barely. Miller was getting this just right so far.

"I wanted Wolfman and Hope to be here too," He continued, "But I don't want to wait. I've waited too long already. I knew I was going to marry you halfway through our first date."

Caroline gave a little sob, but she was grinning and holding tight to his hand, so Tex figured Miller had got this.

"But it's polite to ask, right? So Caroline, will you please marry me?"

The petite brunette nodded vigorously and threw herself into Miller's arms, and the crowd started cheering and clapping. Sasha's eyes sought out the bride and groom, who were cheering louder than anyone else.

Rachel wiped her eyes. "Now that's how it's done." She said, giving a pointed look to both Mike and Tom. "Take note, boys."

Sasha laughed, "Oh, that's not fair. Tom proposed!"

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "In a towel, wasn't it? In your bathroom?"

Tom shrugged. "She said yes."

"I didn't even get asked, I was just told." Rachel shook her head, "Honestly, sometimes I wonder..."

Mike leaned down and put his lips right against her ear, "If you're not careful, I'll take you home right now and 'propose' to you all night long."

She turned her head swiftly so that her lips met his in a quick but intense kiss before replying, "Behave, father of the bride." Then she gave him a naughty smile, "At least for another hour or so..."

Sasha was trying to keep a straight face and pretending she hadn't heard Rachel's words to her husband, when Tom suddenly nudged her.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

Sasha turned to look in the direction Tom was staring, and this time she did laugh.

Sam - who she sometimes still thought of as a little boy, even though he was now a gangly teenager who was taller than her, ate everything in sight and spent longer in the bathroom than Ashley - was dancing with a girl. Sure, he was doing so a little awkwardly, and there might have been a hint of a blush on his face, but the blonde girl he was swaying to the music with didn't seem to mind.

Tom wrapped his arm around her shoulders and Sasha looked up at him.

"It is Valentine's Day." She pointed out, and Tom conceded with a half-smile.

"I just thought it was Ash I had to worry about, not Sam!"

"Oh, I don't think there's anything to worry about." She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him back onto the dance floor, being very careful to keep him turned away from the corner where she could see Ashley in her blue bridesmaid's dress enthusiastically kissing the groomsman who'd walked her down the aisle earlier, "No," She said firmly, "Nothing to worry about at all..."

The End