So my poll was up for a couple hours and I got 12 votes in one day. That's impressive. But through the whole thing, the name Luke won. So in this chapter, you will finally meet the little one.

Enjoy!

Birth

"Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of everything." ~William MacNeile Dixon

It was only a few weeks before Clare went into labor. She was still living with the Torres' and they took her to the hospital immediately. Six hours later, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

The strawberry blond girl lay exhausted in her hospital bed, her eyes flickering with sleep. She wanted nothing more than to fall into a deep sleep and relax for as long as possible. But she had told Adam to promise to keep her awake until Eli got there.

"I called him like 20 times…he's on his way," her friend reassured. He pushed some of Clare's hair back out of her face. She smiled weakly.

"Thanks so much. For being here…" she said for about the fourth time. Adam smiled lightly.

"It's okay, Clare. Really. Least I could do for a friend," he replied.

They were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat in the doorway. Both their eyes met Eli's, who was panting and looked worn out from running.

"I should…go," Adam said and stood, almost sprinting out of the room. Clare smiled at him as well as Eli.

"Hey," the older boy said as he walked further into the room.

"Hey?" she joked, "That's all you can say?"

Eli rolled his eyes and walked up to the side of the bed. Clare scooted over a bit and Eli sat on the edge. He ran his hand down her cheek slowly.

"You look beautiful," he mumbled. She shook her head.

"I'm sweaty and gross…"

"You had my baby…" he cut her off, "Nothing could make you anymore beautiful in my eyes."

"How wonderfully cliché of you," Clare said back, cynically. He sighed defeated and kissed her gently.

They stood before the nursery in the maternity wing. All the newborns were lined up, most sleeping, some crying. But right in the second row was a little baby boy who was all theirs. He lay there, silently sleeping.

"He looks like you," Clare whispered, leaning her head on Eli's shoulder. He looked down at her with his usual smirked.

"He's perfect," he mumbled back, kissing the top of her head. She looked up at him and grinned brightly.

"Thinks it's too late to return him?" she joked.

"We could try."

They looked back at their son. He was gorgeous, so small and innocent. He didn't have to care about having teenage parents. He didn't care if they couldn't afford him. All he cared about was being cared for like he should be.

"You know we have to name him," the blue-eyed girl pointed out. Eli nodded and focused on his son intently.

Clare thought of something, "How about Luke?"

"How Christian of you," he responded. She glared.

"I've always wanted to name my kids after the Evangelists, you know. I think Luke is a good place to start."

He shrugged, "So Luke…what about a middle name?"

"You pick."

He exhaled and cleared his mind. He looked at the baby closely again. "How about Adam?"

"Adam…" she nodded, "Luke Adam Goldsworthy."