Ali's POV

~8 months later~

The year seemed to speed by faster than I thought it did. Sam and Travis were still together; but he didn't have to put up with all the morning sickness. Not a whole lot changed around camp…except for Nico. He turned from the sweet and caring guy I loved… (Okay, fine, still love) to becoming the ultimate man whore. Every night he's banging almost anything that moves; not that I'm jealous or anything…okay fine I am! But how can you blame me? I love him…and he hates my insides. If I could get him back I would in a heartbeat. But he won't take me back. So to make up for this absence of Nico, Sam and I got close. It's weird…like now we're friendly towards each other; we act like actual sisters.

It was early February and it sure was a New York winter. Even though the Golden Fleece was supposed to keep good weather year round, Khione didn't like that idea; so camp was covered in snow like the rest of the city. But it was very pretty in my opinion but Sam wasn't such a big fan of the cold; I swear she is more Apollo than I am. She was curled up on her bunk, wrapped up in a blanket practically shaking. I laughed and walked over. Her red highlight had faded into her natural dirty blonde color; she thinks the chemicals in the hair dye would hurt the baby…not sure if that is true or not.

"I swear to the gods I'm moving to Texas" she chattered. I hugged her, which is a little hard to do with her swollen belly.

"I thought you were going to Florida. Or at least that's what you said yesterday" I replied.

"Well I change my mind. Besides, where's Travis? He said he would bring me some hot chocolate" she said while wrapping the blanket tighter around herself.

"Did someone say hot chocolate?" a voice called while kicking the door. Travis walked in carrying three coffee cups from Starbucks. His face was covered in snow flacks and his hair was wet from the melting snow. He kicked the door back and walked over to us. Sam smiled and grabbed one of the cups.

"You're amazing!" she chirped while sipping the drink. Travis grinned and kissed her forehead. I took my cup and drank quietly; I was a little jealous of Sam. But of course I would never admit that to her. Travis sat down and held Sam close to keep her warm. His hand gently rested on her baby bump with Sam's hand resting on his.

"How much longer?" I asked, trying not to feel extremely awkward; too late for that though.

"A month" she replied while she took in a sharp breath, making the contorted face she makes when the baby kicks hard. Normally her face would return once the kick passed but something was different this time. Then her grey sweats darkened around her crotch.

"Sam…please tell me that you just peed yourself…" Travis said nervously. Sam looked up at him, just as nervous and cried out in pain.

"Holy shit! It's time…" she murmured in pain. My heart pounded in my chest as I got up and shoved my feet into my Birkenstocks; hey, we don't only train around here, you need more than a pair of sneakers. Sam cried out again as Travis got up and picked her up bridal style. We ran to the infirmary and hurried behind a curtain. Sam screamed as Travis set her down on the cot. My hands stumbled a bit as I prepared some of the items for the baby. Once I was finished, I slid off Sam's sweats and panties; let's just say I wasn't happy that I would have to stare at my sister's vag and wait for the baby to come out.

"It'll be okay babe…" Travis whispered in her ear. She gripped his hand and squeezed it as tightly as she could through the contraction; I thought he would pass out from the pain of her death grip on his hand. I peeked out from over Sam's stomach, looking her in the eye. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and her ice blue eyes were trying to blink back tears of pain.

"Sam, it's time to start pushing" I said while resting my hand on her knee. (A/N I know that's not how child birth actually works but I didn't want to have this carry on and on waiting for her to dilate wide enough and yeah…)

Sam's POV

I can't even describe how much it hurt doing this. I'm surprised that I didn't break Travis's hand in the process. Ali kept her head down in my…womanhood…and every once in a while would say something along the lines of the baby is crowning; I was in too much pain to actually understand what she was saying. Now I somewhat get what mom went through when she had us….boy I hope to the gods I'm not having twins. With each push I cried out, praying that this would be over soon. Ali glanced up at me one more time, a blanket covering her hands.

"One more push Sam!" she said gleefully. I nodded and gave one last push, but this time my cry was echoed by a small shrill cry of baby. Through my tear blurred vision I could see Ali cleaning the baby up, dark blue eyes peering at the world. "It's a girl" Ali said with a grin while handing me my new born baby daughter. I gently took her and cradled her close to my body, new tears rolling down my cheeks.

"She's beautiful" I whispered as I watched my daughter cuddle close to me and close her eyes to sleep. Travis layed next to me and wrapped his arms around me, his grin growing from ear to ear.

"Just like her mom" he said before softly kissing my temple. Ali smiled and walked out, leaving the three of us alone.

"My little Dani" I said while looking up at Trav.

"Dani? Isn't that a boy's name?" he asked slightly confused.

"It's short for Danielle, Danielle Taylor to be exact" I replied while looking down at my sleeping daughter.

"Beautiful" he replied with a grin. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath; things were looking perfect for my future.