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Three Months Later

It was three o'clock in the morning a week before the baby's due date. It was a Sunday so Lucas didn't have to work later that day.

"OW!" Riley shouted, making Lucas jump awake and look around.

"What? What is it?" he asked.

"I-ow-think I'm having the baby."

Lucas immediately freaked out. He was frazzled and started speaking, but not in complete sentences.

"We, uh, have to get to the hospital and call the doctor and—" he started to say.

"Screw calling the doctor for now! Just get me to the damn hospital!" Riley shouted.

His wife never swore, so it was a surprise that she did. But then his boss's words came back to him about the delivery room.

Really looking forward to that, Lucas thought as he grabbed Riley's bag and heeded her down to the car.

He was so thankful the hospital was only ten minutes away, well, less now that it was three o'clock in the A.M.

"My wife's having a baby," Lucas said, coming up to the front desk.

The nurse working there called for a wheelchair and Riley was whisked off to the maternity ward while Lucas had to do paperwork. He sat down, ready to write as fast as he could, but everytime he put the pen to paper, his hand started shaking.

"First kid?" a brown haired man asked next to him.

"Yeah," Lucas answered.

"Most amazing experience you'll ever have. But you don't want to miss it, so how about we just work on this together. You tell me the information and I'll write it down."

Lucas thankfully handed the pen and paperwork over and the man filled out his answers, except for the Social Security Number and his insurance information.

Lucas quickly thanked the man minutes later and ran back to where his wife was shouting down the hall about maiming Lucas in a not-so-nice place.

"She doing okay?" Lucas asked as he headed into the room, ready to help his wife deliver the baby. "How far along?"

"Five centimeters," the nurse said.

"YOU! YOU did this to me!" Riley shouted.

The nurses, who had heard basically everything from everybody in their time in the maternal ward, didn't flinch or smile. They knew better than that.

"Mr. Friar, if she says some things that aren't so nice…she's in a lot of pain. A lot," the nurse explained to Lucas.

"I thought she wanted the drugs?" Lucas said.

"She changed her mind."

Several hours, and Riley losing her voice saying that Lucas would never touch her again as long as he lived, Jackson Michael Friar was in Lucas's hands. He smiled as he held his son.

"Hi, baby, I'm your daddy," Lucas cooed as Riley looked on.

"Lucas—" she started, but Lucas cut her off.

"I understand. Don't worry."

"Can I hold him?"

"Well, you did carry him for nine months."

Lucas handed Jackson to Riley and smiled as he saw his wife's grin stretch from ear to ear. A nurse took a photo of them and handed the printout to Lucas. He waited for it to appear and his heart swelled as he looked on to see his family. Riley was just as much in love with Jackson as he was, and it showed on her face as she held their son now.

"Where's my Godson?" They heard Maya basically yell from all the way down the hall.

"Maya, shut up a little, will ya?" They heard Farkle basically shout, too. "The babies are trying to sleep and if they don't sleep—"

Lucas and Riley looked at each other and smiled. They laughed too, looking down at their son. Maya came running into the room. Farkle followed two seconds later.

"Hi, baby," Maya said, voice softer and sweeter as she moved closer to the newborn.

"My isn't she beautiful?" Farkle said, looking at the baby and then at Maya.

It was no secret that Farkle had been wanting kids with Maya for a long time. The couple, whom were to get married the following month, actually, had talked about it very little. Maya wanted to wait a while. They were only in the mid-20's after all. But she said she would think about it. And she said if she did, she wouldn't want to have them until her early 30's or really late twenties.

She despised naming the kid Farkle Jr. (the name Farkle wanted obviously), she had already decided that if they had a boy, she wasn't naming him that. Farkle was, again obviously, very upset.

"Hi, Jackson." Maya grabbed Jackson's tiny finger and started pulling it up and down. The couple and her fiancé laughed. "I'm your Godmother. And this right here, this doofus, is your Godfather."

"No doofus," Farkle reminded him. "I'm Farkle and she's Maya."

The baby laughed and all four adults in the room smiled. There was nothing better than a newborn baby.

Maya's heart swelled as she looked at Jackson. The newborn was just so cute and cuddly. Then she thought about the no sleep part, and immediately went back to not wanting kids right that second. She loved holding Jackson and being his Godmother, but right now, she needed to focus on her relationship and her job right then. Kids could factor in later, when the wedding was over and she was more used to being with Farkle, not just as a girlfriend or fiancé, but as a wife.

The baby giggled and Maya handed the baby to Farkle.

"Hi, little baby," Farkle cooed. "I'm your godfather." He turned back to Lucas and Riley. "He's so cute."

"We did good," Lucas said, moving his wife's hair out of her eyes. Her forehead was glistening with sweat.

"Yes, we did." Riley smiled as she looked at her son in her best friend's arms. "We did really good."

So, Jackson Michael Friar was born. Six pounds five ounces, he was born to two of the most loving parents ever. He had four loving grandparents and a pair of godparents that were perfect.

Life was good. Especially in that moment.

Baby is here! Jackson's born! Okay, so I don't know how far longer I'm going to take this story. I know this last paragraph sounds like a last chapter. But I know that I want you guys to read Maya and Farkle's wedding, the birth of their child, and give Lucas and Riley a few more kids. School is really piling it on and I finally got a job that's going to be about 15 hours a week, plus exec board for a club I'm in, I'm in another club, trying to upkeep a social life and other things, so the update won't come for say…another month, maybe 2 or 3 weeks? I can only write on weekends, really, so me doing this at 9:00 at night when I have about 60 or so pages of reading with a paper due Thursday and a poem due Friday is really special because I love you guys so much and I really appreciate all the love and great comments and the views are 6000+!

Until next time!