Amy's POV
The weeks flew by so fast, I was 8 ½ months. Ricky took off of work for the next two weeks, just in case. This was good because at 1:30 in the morning I woke up in pain. We drove John to Margaret's and then Ricky drove me to the hospital. I was brought into my room. For five hours I was in pain, I tried to sleep as much as I could. Ricky stayed at my side the whole time. When I woke up the doctor told me that she was going to deliver the baby. About an hour later I heard my baby's first cry.
The doctors took the baby to get cleaned and put in a blanket. They handed the baby to Ricky, who walked over to me holding the baby.
"Amy, we have a son." He said smiling as he handed the baby to me.
A son, a brother for John. Tears formed in my eyes and they ran down my cheek as I held our son for the first time.
"What should we name him?" I asked, we hadn't thought of any names.
"You can name him." Ricky told me.
"No, Ricky I want you to name him."I told him.
"How about… Joshua?" He asked.
"Hmm Josh and John. I like it." I said smiling.
"Joshua and John." He said. He pulled a chair over to the side of my bed and sat on it. He held Josh in his arms. John came running into the room.
"Mommy! Where's baby?" John asked.
"John, this is your brother, Josh." Ricky said showing John.
"He's tiny." John said.
"Yeah he's a small baby." I said.
The four of us were in my hospital room, a family. I knew that Ricky and I would be together for a long time. I knew it, and as for our healthy boys, well they were the best sons in the world. I loved Ricky, John, and Josh so much.
Author's Note: Alright everyone I decided to end it here. Thanks for your great reviews. I'd like to hear your ideas for my next story! I have a few but I'd really like to incorporate some of your ideas in it!
Thanks So Much,
Manda