A/N: I hope you like this chapter. It was fun to write. Please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders.

It had been a very stressful day for Steve Randle, so when he got home all he wanted was a beer. He walked into the crappy apartment that he shared with his wife and called, "Elizabeth, I'm home."

"I'm in the living room." Elizabeth called back. Steve went straight to the refrigerator to grab a beer. After grabbing his beer, Steve made his way into the living room. Elizabeth was sitting on the couch, watching the fuzzy TV screen. He sat down next to his wife (of two months) and wrapped his arm around her before he took a gulp of his beer.

"Well, my day sucked." He turned to look at his wife. "What about yours?" Elizabeth didn't turn her attention away from the TV as she shrugged.

"It was okay. Oh, by the way, I went to the doctors today. I'm two months pregnant." Elizabeth said it in such a causal tone; it was almost like she was talking about the weather. Steve, who had been taking a gulp of beer, sip out his beer and began to cough.

"W-what," He managed to get out through the coughs. Elizabeth was looking at him now.

"You knocked me up on our wedding night. I told you to wear a condom." She was still using that causal tone. Steve stared at her as if she had four heads. His eyes would dart from her face to her stomach and back again. This had to be a joke; there was no way that Elizabeth was pregnant, right?

"Are you serious?" Steve asked, his coughing fit was over. Elizabeth sighed.

"Yes, we're going to be parents." Neither of them did anything for a moment.

"Are-are you happy about this?" Steve asked. Elizabeth bit her lip.

"To be honest, I am happy, but I'm also scared shitless. I'm afraid that I'll be a bad mother." She looked about ready to cry, which was something that Elizabeth didn't do often. Steve set his beer down and pulled his wife into his chest, stroking her hair.

"It'll be alright." He whispered. After Elizabeth was sure that her tears wouldn't fall, she pulled away slightly.

"What do you think about this?" She asked. Steve took a moment to think it over. Finally he said, "I'm scared shitless too, but I'm also kind of excited." Steve smiled at his wife, and then his eyes went back to her belly. He got down so he was level with her stomach and pulled is wife's shirt up a little. Her belly was still slim, so it was hard to believe that a baby was growing inside of his wife.

"Hey kid, can't wait to meet ya." Elizabeth couldn't help but to smile at that. "Hopefully the next seven months go by fast. I can't wait to meet my son." Her smile turned into a slight scowl.

"It could be a girl, you know." She told her husband. Steve shook his head.

"No, it's a boy. I can feel it."

*Seven Months later*

"One last push, Mrs. Randle," the doctor assured Elizabeth. Elizabeth had been in labor for six hours. In those six hours, Steve had been called ever name in the book and he was sure his hand was broken.

Elizabeth gave one last push, and the sound of crying filled the air not long after that.

"It's a girl!" The nurse cried. Elizabeth turned to smirk at her husband, almost as if she were saying, "I told you so!" Steve scowled, until he caught a glimpse of his daughter. She was covered in birth gunk and crying as the nurse set her on Elizabeth's chest. She's beautiful, Steve thought. Elizabeth kissed their daughter's head.

"What do you think of the name Alexandra?" Elizabeth asked. Steve was still staring in awe at his daughter.

"It's perfect," he muttered.