General POV
You sit in the bedroom, putting together a scrap book, all the pictures and ultrasounds and your more than excited.
Just six short months ago you found out you were pregnant. You let the girls know, they're excited but you tell them the downside of the situation. You can tell it hurt them.
Ruby picked out some names with you while Valerie and Santana did all the shopping. The doctor told you because your almost forty (38.5 to be exact) that there could be complications even death.
Sixteen years ago you lost your baby, and you've never been able to heal.
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Your 8.5 months pregnant when it happens, in the middle of the night your water breaks, you sneak off to the bathroom, and take a quick shower.
You tell Santana it's time and she gets the girls ready and you all head to the hospital. Your 12 and 17 year old sleep in a chair next to your bed and your wife makes a few phone calls.
After a few hours the doctors tell you it's time. Your girls leave the room and Rachel and Quinn enter. Quinn and Santana up at your sides Rachel stands-by recording.
You feel like you've been pushing for days, but in reality it's only been forty-five minutes. You say your giving up but Santana doesn't let you, she helps you get comfortable and then she takes your leg and pushes it into your stomach and she screams there's a head.
Quinn is coaching you all the way through. Twenty more minutes have passed and there's only a head, you can't do it anymore you give up.
You breathe a huge sigh and fall back, your heart is racing and your body aches.
Memories of the last twenty years come rushing into your head and you find the strength. You push and you push, when you feel the shoulders pass you scream bloody murder, and then cries burst all around you.
"You did it babe, look we've got a baby. We've got a baby." you lay back and enjoy the sound of cries.
Quinn kisses your cheek then Santana kisses your lips, finally you've got a baby.
Your girls are in the waiting room sleep, they hear the great news and immediately jump for joy.
They wait until they can see there mom because she was dragged away when the frantic sounds of monitors filled the room.
Your wife and children and best friends sit and wait for the doctors to come and tell them the news. Santana has already prepared herself for the worse.
The first thing they say is "Your wife's blood pressure went dangerously high, we had to revive her twice. She's in recovery now."
Your wife burst through the double doors and up a flight of stairs to the ICU. Your eyes open when you hear hard breathing in your ear.
Your hands fly to your now mushy belly, and you panic.
"Is the baby okay, where's the baby?" your so frightened.
"He's okay, he's fine." he. You have a son you have a son, two girls and a boy. He's fine.
Your heart stops racing and you settle back into the pillow.
When you wake up it's to crying, you can't remember who's crying or what's even going on. You wake up fully and your wife is holding something in her arms, she's speaking Spanish.
"Look it's your momma." she tilts him your way.
He's perfect, looks a lot like Santana or even Valerie. Nothing like you though. His mouth is wide open showing his pink gums.
"Levi. Levi Michael." you decided that a while ago.
You stay in the hospital for a few more days then you finally get to go home. On the ride home you think about getting a bigger house.
Levi would need his own room.
The first few night were hell, all he did was cry and fuss. Your body was sore, and you needed some sleep. Val and Ruby helped out with everything around the house, when Santana came home she helped to but for some reason you felt like you were missing something.
Your daughter walked in holding your son, your wife had made diner, and your youngest was cleaning the living room. Nothing was missing you had it all everything you ever wanted.
Once summer was in full effect you started working out harder than ever.
"Babe, I like your body the way it is. I don't want you over working yourself."
"Your right." so you stopped working out as much.
Santana promised she'd love you no matter how you looked and she did. You weren't missing anything, you just stopped paying attention, you had the dream life.
Yay! They finally got a baby. I couldn't think of a good name for him so Levi popped in my head, hope you guys don't hate it.
I might not be able to write another chapter for a while so don't hate me.
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