Ellen POV

"Patrick!" I gasp as another contraction hit. I squeezed the gran handle with my right hand and the cneter console with my left and shift positions.

"I am sorry Ellie, I am going as fast as I can," he said, speeding up on the highway. It was 4am and barely anyone was on the road which was a connivence.

"Go faster," I growlled. These contractions were coming stronger and I did not want to have this baby in the car. We arrived at the hospital a few minutes later. We got out and he grabbed a wheelchair from out front and wheeled it over for me.

"Hi, my fiancée is in labor and we called," he said frantically to the lady sitting at the front office.

"Ah yes, Mr and Mrs Demspey? Just head on up to Labor and Delivery and they will take you from there," he nodded and wheeled me up to the third floor where Labor and Delivery was, a short blonde woman came out and met us and took us to a room.

"Do you know how far apart your contractions are Mrs Dempsey?" I wanted to correct her but I didn't care at this point.

"About three minutes," I answered back as we finally got to the room.

"Ok, there is a gown in there that you should change into and then we will get someone to come by and hook you up to the machines.

"Thanks," I smiled and Patrick closed the door.

"Need help baby?" He asked cautiously.

"Please help me take this stupid shirt off," I lifted the shirt barely and tried to pull it off before he came over to help me. We got me situated in bed as the nurse came along with another nurse. One of the nurses was an older lady and the younger one looked just out of college.

"Hi I am Cathy and this is Natalie, Natalie will be assisting me today, does it bother you at all?" The older nurse asked sweetly.

"Not at all," I cringed as another contraction came. Patrick was getting things situated and almost in full blown panic mode.

"Ellen did we get all the bags?" He looked around the room.

"Honey, we had two bags now sit down please, you're making me nervous," I smiled at him and he came over and kissed my forehead.

"Sorry sweetie, just want everything to be right and here," he apologized and I just nodded. Thirty minutes passed after the nurses came in and put the heart monitors on my stomach to track the baby. The doctor came in and check my blood pressure and everything, watching the baby's heartbeat and contractions.

"How's the pain Mrs Pompeo?" The doctor asked nicely.

"High," I groaned as another contraction hit.

"Would you like me to get you some pain medicine?" she asked.

I shook my head, "No medicine, this baby is coming out natural and I want to be able to completely witness it, pain and all," I breathed as the contraction stopped.

"Ok, well I am going to check you, just to see how well we are progressing," she said, taking a glove and putting it on her hand. I let my breath go as the contraction stopped, she checked my dilation.

"Progressing nicely, about 6 and a half centimeters, only a little more to go," she offered a smile and took the glove off before leaving the room.

"Patrick, come here and rub my back," I cringed as a sharp pain went through my lower back.

"Where at baby?" He asked, coming over as I asked him. I showed him and he rubbed the spot perfectly.

"God I love you," I said, letting out a light squeal as another contraction came. They got harder and I got really close to asking for an epidural but I kept strong, I want to be able to feel what it was like to have a baby and not just numb the pain.

"I love you too," he whispered in my ear as he continued to press in the right spots.

6am came around fast, his phone started going off just as I got comfortable.

"I'm sorry babe, I got to take this," he said as he got up and went outside. I didn't care who he was on the phone with but all I know was I wanted him in here again. It seemed like forever before he came back in, standing near the door.

"Someone is here to see you," Patrick said, before I could give him a look he opened the door.

"Tommy!" I smiled as my little brother came in with his wife, she was holding a small bear and he had a gift bag.

"Hey Els, just thought I would stop by and see my sister before she had my nephew," he said, coming over and hugging me as he sat the gift bag on the table.

"Hey Christy, it's nice seeing you," I smiled slightly at his wife and she smiled back.

"So what are you doing here so early?" I asked then held my finger up before he got to answer as a contraction hit.

"She doesn't like to be spoken to when she's have a contraction," Patrick said in a whisper. After a minute it was over and I nodded at Tommy.

"Ok well I have to drop Christy off at work and we just wanted to stop by real quick," he said. I nodded and we talked for a few minutes before they had to go and Patrick resumed his position behind me and rubbing my back.

"This baby is stubborn like you," I groaned at Patrick, he just accepted it with a nod.

Two hours past, the pain just got worse and worse as the doctor came in for the first time since she got here.

"Hi Ellen, how's the pain?" She asked as she washed her hands.

"A 10 when a contraction and 7 when it stops," I breathe deeply, holding in a bit while the doctor gets down and checks my dilation.

"Well looks like you are progressing nicely, you are a loose 7 and I could probably stretch you to a 8," she asked for permission and I gladly told her yes.

"It could be in thirty minutes or still be another hour and a half," the doctor said it to me straight.

"Ok, thanks doc," Patrick tried to stay happy for everyone who came in but I could see how stressed he was.

"Honey calm down," I said to him.

"I know babe, just excited. I should be the one telling you everything is ok," he smirked and I couldn't help but giggle at his attempts to make me laugh.

It seemed like hours before the doctor came in again, the contractions were almost too unbearable to handle but I stuck through it.

"How much longer," I groaned as the doctor came in and she just laughed.

"I don't know, that depends on the baby," she smiled as she put a fresh set of gloves on, checking me again.

"Well you have made it to a 9, I will have some nurses come in here and wheel you to the delivery room.

My heart started racing, this was it and it didn't seem real. I was in pain, it was constant pain like it would never stop. Two male nurses came in, wheeling me down the hall and to a delivery room.

"Ellen I love you so much," Patrick said as we got in the delivery room. The lights were extremely bright and everything seemed sterile. They had Patrick put on scrubs to be safe.

"Ok Ellen, this is it. Are you ready?" my doctor asked, I was more ready now than I ever was. It finally hit me, I was about to be a mother.

"Ellie?" Patrick looked at me, his eyes were a light blue under the delivery room lights as he stared at me.

"I'm ready," I said letting out a deep breath as a contraction hit. I watched as the doctor quickly scrubbed her hands in the sink, everything was moving quickly.

"Ok now Ellen on the next contraction I need you to push," my doctor said, grabbing a towel and willing her hands before placing gloves on.

"Oh my god I don't think I can wait," I felt the pressure and everything around me seemed to stop. I didn't feel anything except the pressure, Patrick held my hand as he was saying something I couldn't understand. He ran his hand over my head, pushing my hair back as he nodded.

"You can do this," he said, the sparkle in his eye and I focused on that.

"Ellen push now," the doctor said and I did as she said, I focused on Patrick and my world felt like it had stopped and it was only me and him in this room.

I felt everything, the pain and uncomfortableness for nine months, it all lead up to this moment. I don't remember much after she told me to push, it seemed like it took hours before I heard the baby cry and felt my own eye fill with tears. I felt the weight of the baby on my chest, I felt whole.

"You did it Ellen," Patrick said with a huge grin spread across his face. He leaned down, kissing my wet forehead before it also went to the baby's head.

"Looks like you have a healthy baby boy," the doctor said under her mask, also commenting on the head full of dark hair.

"He has your hair," I said, looking at the infant on my chest, my son.

"He looks like you," Patrick said, I glanced over at him as he had tears in his eyes as he admired our son.

"Dad would you like to cut the cord?" One of the nurses asked.

"I would," he smiled, I put my hand on him as Patrick cut the cord. They took him from my chest, assuring me that they were only going to clean him up.

"Oh looks like a big baby," one of the nurses said from the baby station ten feet away.

"8lbs and 7oz, 20in long," the nurse said over the cries coming from the baby. I was completely shocked with how big he is, I looked up at Patrick and he seemed to be shocked too.

This joy I had in me was like nothing I've ever felt, I suddenly love this little human that I only met minutes ago. I felt at ease as the nurse had swaddled him and placed him in my arms.

"Hi baby, I'm your momma," I said, putting my finger in his hand. Patrick looked down at me, the joy in his eyes said everything.

"Do we have a name?" One of the nurses asked as she observed us.

"William," I felt him come to a complete ease as he suddenly felt warm in my arms.

"Baby Will," Patrick smiled again, this time he leaned down and kissed the baby's head.

"Do you want to hold him?" I offered Patrick, he nodded as he took the baby from me. I watched as Patrick held him and talked to him. All the pain and the yelling, the screaming, everything was all worth it. I finally have everything I need, my boys.