It's kinda short, and I dont get very in depth during the whole process... probably because I have no idea what goes on in the (spoiler) delivery room. I'm kinda just assuming. I've done research for this chapter specifically and watched someone give birth on video for a health class once... but I didnt think it was very realistic. So, lets just say, Reba is not a happy camper.

Only 4 days had gone by and I was ready. I couldn't take it. I don't understand how just a few days ago I didn't care when it came, but now I wanted it out and I wanted it out now.

I sat down on the couch for the first time that morning. Of course, as soon as my butt hit the couch the phone started to ring. I tried to get up, but gave up. I sat there and listened to the phone ring and ring, then finally I just started crying. Not even crying, sobbing. Brock heard me and came running out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

"Honey, whats wrong?" He asked, slowly walking over to me. He kneeled down in front of me and rested his hands on my knees.

"I don't know… I'm 9 months pregnant. I'm hungry, I have all these baby shower thank you letters to send out, I'm hot, my feet hurt, my back hurts, everything hurts, then the phone rings when I sit and I cant move and who knows who was callin? It could've been the president for all we know but we missed the call all because I'm fat and cant move!" I said, but it was probably hard for him to understand because I was crying.

"Oh honey… I've never seen you cry so hard." He said, then kissed my knuckles. I could tell he was holding back a laugh. I took a deep breath and wiped my cheeks, only to start crying again.

"I don't wanna do this anymore…" I whined. He took my face in his hands and kissed me.

"You have done such an amazing job so far, you can make it. There's only a little more, sweetheart."

"I know! But a little more is too long!" He smirked and wiped my tears.

"You're tough, I know you can do this." I took a few deep breaths and calmed myself down. "Are you alright…?" I nodded.

"I needed that…" He nodded.

"I know, I've been waiting for it to happen. You've been so strong, I think you needed a little breakdown." I nodded.

"Yeah, I did…"

"We can send out the cards in a few weeks, who cares if they're late? You're havin a baby! Don't worry about the phone call, I'm sure it was just one of our moms or somethin and we can always call back." I nodded again.

"Okay… The bassinet is all set up though, right?"

"Yep. We just need to wheel it into our room."

"Okay, and you said you talked to my mom earlier, right?"

"Yes, she said she'd be over around 9 tomorrow, so you'll be alone for about 2 hours."

"Okay. What day did your mom say she has to be back home?" I asked.

"The 9th."

"And it's the 3rd?" He nodded. "Okay, I have 6 days to get this baby out." he laughed.

"Well, if that doesn't happen he can always meet his grandma another time."

"Oh no, I most definitely am havin this baby within 6 days." He laughed again. I wanted to be able to laugh, but I've had these sharp pains lately, ever since the day before my due date. I didn't want to tell Brock and over react, but these things were actually starting to hurt pretty bad… he stood up, situated his towel, the pulled me up. He lifted me in his arms, how? I don't know. And he carried me to our bedroom. I was already bathed and ready to go to sleep. Brock got dressed and laid in bed next to me.

"So, how's that sex idea soundin now?"

"Does it look like I want to want to have sex right now, Brock?" I snapped.

"It was just a suggestion…" I rolled my eyes.

"Like I said before, that's what got me here…" I mumbled.

"Well, its been weeks. Usually you're all for it."

"Put yourself in my shoes. Carrying around an oversized basketball and an extra 40 pounds is not fun."

"Just remember, you probably wont be able to do anything for at least 6 weeks, plus we'll have a newborn, and this will probably be the last time until you push a baby out of it."

"What are you trying to say?!" I asked, glaring at him.

"I'm just sayin… it might not be the same…" I smiled, a mad smile…

"And you might not be sleepin next to me!" I shouted. How dare he… "You have some nerve, Brock…" I said, and turned away from him. We didn't speak the rest of the night. Although he was sound asleep, I wasn't. I tossed and turned all night, waking up because of the cramps. I'd fall back asleep once it was over only to be woken up again. After about the 6th time waking up, this time I woke up because of something else. I sat straight up with wide eyes. Did I just pee my pants? I tossed the blanket off my legs and felt the wet spot.

"Brock!" I said, and slapped his arm.

"Hm? What?" He mumbled.

"My water just broke…" He jumped up and ran over to my side of the bed, turned on my lamp and looked.

"Okay. Don't freak out, I'll start packin everything, you just sit and stay calm." He ordered. I smirked, got up and decided to do something with myself. I got dressed, did my hair and my make up until he came into the bathroom and yelled at me.

"What the hell do you think you're doin?!" I smirked.

"I'm fine right now, I had to clean up…" He rolled his eyes.

"Well c'mon!"

"Brock…"

"What?!" He said, panicked.

"You're in your underwear sweetheart." He looked down, then ran into the room and threw on some clothes. I walked out to the old rocking chair momma put in the living room for me and thought about everything. Oh my gosh… Brock came running out.

"Okay! I Dr. Schmidt's gonna meet us at the hospital, I got the video camera, your suit case, and the box of cigars. Lets go!"

"I'm not goin… I changed my mind." I said, resting my hand on my stomach.

"You're in labor, I don't think you can do that."

"I was thinking about somethin momma said, when I was goin off to college…"

"Should we really be stopping for stories right now?!" He asked, still panicking. I gave him an 'I dare you' look. "Yes we should…" He answered himself and set the stuff down.

"Momma said 'you bring a child in to the world, you change their diapers, you nurse them when they're sick, you fight with them when they're teenagers, and when they've finally grown up and become your friend, they leave'."

"Don't you think by the time graduation rolls around for this little one, you might be ready to let go?" he asked.

"I cant take that chance!" I said.

"I tell you what…" he said, kneeling by me. "If, After 18 years we're not fully sick of this child, we'll lock him or her in a closet and never let em' leave."

"We could use the hall closet!" I said and he laughed.

"Fine.. Now, can we go have this baby?" I nodded and smirked. He kissed my cheek and pulled me out of the chair. He grabbed all the stuff and turned as I started having another contraction. "Y'know, I got a strong hunch it's a boy." I let the contraction pass, then I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, Brock…" I said, not in the mood for an argument. He ran out to the car, leaving me behind. He got in, then got back out to open the car door for me. I got in and buckled. He tore out of the drive way.

"Jesus, Brock. The fastest you have ever driven I have to be in labor, really?!"

"Just close your eyes and stay calm, we'll be there in no time!"

"You grabbed everything, right?" He nodded.

"It's all in the back, now baby, just relax. Don't get all stressed out right now."

"Yeah… you're right, maybe you should try drivin a little faster, that'll help…" I said sarcastically. He kept going to speed he was going, probably ignoring me. About 10 minutes later we pulled into the nearest hospital. It hurt to stand up straight, so Brock held my hand as I walked, slightly bent over. We walked in through the emergency sliding doors.

"Oh man… You look like you're ready to get that baby out!" I hear a women say from behind the counter. I nodded.

"Yeah, that'd be great…" She called some nurses to help me into a room as Brock stayed and gave the lady all of our information. I climbed up on the hospital bed, had to answer some questions, give some information as well. The nurse checked everything out. I told her who my doctor was and she said she'd get ahold of him. Brock came in a few minutes later as I was contracting. I squeezed his hand, but they weren't too bad. I knew they were only going to get worse so I kept him by my side. I heard a soft knock at the door.

"Come in!" I hollered. The nurse stepped back in.

"Dr. Schmidt will be here in 10 minutes, is there anything I can get you until then?" She asked sweetly. I thought about it, then shook my head.

"Nope, I'm fine for now." She stepped in.

"Okay, and you said you are contracting?" I nodded.

"I'm pretty sure that's whats happening."

"How far apart are your contractions?" I looked at her for a while, confused, then looked up at Brock for help. He just shrugged.

"I.. uh… I don't know. I wasn't timing them, I've been having little pains for a few days now but as soon as my water broke I came straight here."

"Alright, here…" She tossed Brock a timer. "Start it when her next contraction ends, and end it when the one after that starts. This is your first child..?" She asked, smirking at us and our scared faces.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked. She laughed.

"Eh… Yeah." She answered honestly. I nodded and sighed. As she went to leave I saw Dr. Schmidt come it.

"Thank goodness!" I said, then moaned as another pain came. I saw out of the counter of my eye Brock getting ready to click the button. As soon as my grip loosened he pressed it.

"Alright. it's good to see you guys timing yourselves. Lets have a look." I took a few deep breaths and put my head back as Dr. Schmidt checked out what was going on. "Okay… looks like you're about 2 centimeters dilated. Which is good! It seems like you guys have done a good job so far. I wish I could've had more appointments with you, I would've let you guys know this would be happening."

"We knew it was comin sooner or later. We've been pretty prepared." I said.

"Good! Well, I have to go fill some stuff out, you make sure you keep timing. We're going to keep you here, it looks like he might be comin tonight!" I felt my heart drop. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing.

"Thank you, doctor." Brock said as he walked out. A few minutes later the pain was back. Brock clicked the button and squeezed my hand back. I let out a few noises as the contraction went threw and passed. "6 minutes and 8 seconds!"

"That's close." I said, still squeezing his hand, scared that terrible pain was going to come back. "They're getting worse, Brock."

"I'm sorry, honey. I wish I could take your place."

"Well you cant." He frowned, but stayed quiet. "And remember, no matter what I say, Do. Not. Let. Me. Get. The. Epidural."

"I know… I'm scared. You're gonna be screamin and in pain." I shook my head.

"Nope, we're doin this naturally, Brock."

"Okay, if you say so. I should probably call our mothers…"

"Yeah, that'd be a good idea." He nodded and ran out of the room. A few minutes later he came back in and as soon as he did I started contracting. He ran over to me and squeezed my hand. "I'm not likin this anymore…" I said, in pain.

"Neither is my hand." I couldn't give him a dirty look because I didn't want to look up, I didn't want to move at all. After what felt like 1,000,000 years, it finally passed.

These went on… and on… and on… For hours. Dr. Schmidt kept coming back to check on us, but it felt like we were getting no where. My mom was next to me in a chair and Liz was sitting on the little couch further away.. Brock was sitting next to me, helping me threw every second. Liz left the room a lot, I was probably being too loud. Apparently she doesn't remember what this feels like, although, I don't see how anybody could forget, or ever have a second child… Dr. Schmidt came back in.

"Alright, you should be ready to push any minute now. You've been here about 14 hours, I'm sure you're ready to get this over with." I just nodded and squeezed Brock's hand. The pain was non-stop. I tried walking earlier, I tried sitting up, I tried everything.

"Okay, you'll be ready to push in no-time. When I come back get ready, alright?" I just nodded again. As soon as he left I looked up at Brock.

"I don't wanna do this." I said, panicking. He grabbed my hand with both of his.

"You're gonna do great honey, I'll be right here the whole time. You'll be okay, I promise."

"Don't tell me what's going to happen! You don't know what I'm feeling right now!" I shouted.

"I know, sweetheart, just… calm down."

"Don't tell me what to do! You're the reason I'm feeling like this." I screamed again. I threw my head back and let tears stream down. "I hate you so much…" I said, not screaming, just in pain. He sighed.

"It's okay Brock, everybody hates the dad when they're in labor." I heard my mom say. A few minutes later Dr. Schmidt came in with 2 nurses.

"Alright, Mrs. Hart. Ready?" I shot my head back up at him. My mom had one hand, Brock had the other.

"No…" I said, and let a few more tears fall. He chuckled.

"Well, get ready, cuz this baby is comin whether you want it to or not." I looked at Brock, then my momma. They were both squeezing my hand. "I'm going to count to 3 and on three you push, alright?"

"Okay…" I said in a high-pitched, scared voice.

"One… Two… Three!" I pushed as the doctor counted down from 10. When I stopped I saw stars. I also saw Brock peeking at what was going on. His face turned white.

"Brock. Get up here, you don't look too good." I heard momma say. He stood there.

"I see some head." I heard him mumble.

"Brock get up here now!" I yelled and he listened. I grabbed his hand and pushed again when the doctor said 3.

"Theres a head!" Dr. Schmidt said. "Just a couple more…. One… two… three!" I pushed, harder and longer this time, screaming while in the process. I felt it rip and screamed louder. I pushed 2 more times after that, then I heard the 3 most beautiful, relieving words in the world.

"It's a girl!"