"How is she doing?" Cyrus demanded to know when he got to the hospital. The gladiators met Cyrus in the lobby of the hospital to take him to her.

Harrison had walked away with Huck following him, reminding him to keep it together. "They've been giving her drugs to stop the labor but it isn't helping, she's already 8 centimeters dilated, so they stopped giving her the pills. She's going to deliver the baby within the next few hours so the doctors are getting the NICU ready. Liv's so tired but they won't let her fall asleep," Abby informed him.

"Who is with her now? She shouldn't be alone."

"The doctors are with her. They are checking everything possible and preparing for delivery. What did you tell the President to get here?"

"Ella fell and I needed to get here. I think he bought it but I'm not sure. He heard the whole conversation with Huck, who better never call his personal line again. I'm not sure if he knew it was Huck though."

Abby took Cyrus up to see Olivia. When they walked in doctors where setting up the room for delivery. A nurse brought in an incubator for transport to take the newborn to the NICU. Cyrus came over to Liv's side and sat down. "How are you feeling?" She looked like she hadn't slept in maybe a week. Her energy level was very low and she was exhausted.

"Just tired. I didn't think you would come if they called though. I'm glad you did."

"Of course I came. You need me here when this baby comes. I'd come from across the world if I had to. You are my favorite student ever; like my own kid. Now stay awake and talk to me, we can work through this together."

Olivia sat up so she could talk to Cyrus and began. "The doctor said that I'm too dilated to actually stop the labor so we are going to hope for the best and go through with it. The baby's lungs aren't fully developed but he said that the lungs are developed enough that the baby could survive if he's in the incubator until they are stronger. I'm worried the baby might die though. I can't take that if he did," she cried.

Cyrus wrapped her into a hug. "You can't think like that. Remember you are a gladiator and gladiators…"

"Don't cry."

"You have to be a strong gladiator and keep going for this baby. We can hope that the baby doesn't die and can push through for stronger lungs. Think positive, Liv."

The doctor came in and checked on her. "Nine centimeters dilated now, Ms. Pope. One more and we will have you start pushing. Who will be in the room with you?"

"Abby will be in here with me. Cyrus will you stay?" Cyrus nodded in agreement. "And Cyrus too."

It took another couple hours for Olivia to be fully dilated. When she was Cyrus and Abby dressed in scrubs and held each of her hands. She sat up and started pushing. After half an hour she gave birth to a little boy. Before Olivia could even hold him, the doctors got him cleaned up and quickly put him in the incubator.

The doctors took him to the NICU for testing and to see just how unstable his lungs were. After a while they came down to her room to give her the news.

"Your son is doing well right now. We've placed him in the incubator and will keep him there until his lungs are more developed. He weighed in at three pounds, ten ounces and was eleven inches long. The only thing wrong with him is his lungs which we hope to see get better soon. For a baby born two months early, he looks pretty good. We were wondering if you would like to name him now, or if you wanted to wait until he is stronger," the doctor asked.

Everyone in the room just stared at the doctor. "What do you mean 'wait until he is stronger'?" Olivia asked.

"Well, it isn't a hundred percent that the baby will live. He was born very early."

"You just said that it looked good," Cyrus added.

"Yes and he is, but there's still the possibility that his lungs do not develop anymore and he could die."

Olivia shot up in the bed. "So you want me to wait to name my son until I know if he lives?"

"Ms. Pope, I mean no disrespect."

"Obviously you do. I'm already attached to my child. And you saying don't name him because it will just make it harder IF he dies if extremely disrespectful. I should have you reported for that. How can you be so insensitive?"

The doctor took a few steps back from Olivia, afraid she might explode at him, maybe even attack him. "I'm sorry Ms. Pope, let me send in your son's doctor," he said before he left.

"Do you have a name for him," Abby asked.

"His name's Reagan George Pope."