Chapter 10

The Baby

Stone's P.O.V.

When they got Amy settled into her room, a doctor came in. She was Dr. Williams and she stood and waited to see how long the contractions were and how far apart they were. According to her, Amy had another ten hours at least until the baby was ready to be born. When the doctor left, another contraction came. Amy squeezed my hand, hard.

"Stone, what if something's wrong with the baby? This wasn't supposed to happen for another month," Amy cried.

"Everything will be fine, if what Dr. Williams says is correct, the baby will just be a little smaller and have to stay in the hospital for a few extra days," I soothed. On the outside I was calm. On the inside, not so much.

Amy rubbed her belly. "You have quite the timing skills," she muttered. Admiral Shane came in.

"Sam and Hopper went back to the party to sort everything out, they'll be back in an hour or two," he said.

"That's fine, I've still got ten hours left," Amy shrugged. She yawned.

"Maybe you should get some sleep," I stated. Amy nodded and shifted onto her side and fell asleep. I moved her hair out of her face and planted a kiss on her temple.

"How are you feeling?" Admiral Shane asked, sitting in the chair on the other side of Amy's bed.

"Scared and nervous," Stone admitted, watching Amy sleep silently.

"I was too, the first time. Amy was so late that they had to make her mother have her. I was worried something was wrong with her," Admiral Shane explained. Stone nodded and the two men: one already a father and one about to be one, shared an understanding.

Ten Hours Later . . .

"STONE GREGORY HOPPER, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Amy screamed. She was in the middle of labor and was not in the best of moods. I just nodded, the nurse had informed me that I shouldn't take insults she says while in labor to heart.

"Mrs. Hopper, push again," the doctor ordered.

She clenched my hand in pain, and I was secretly afraid she would break my hand. She gasped and gripped the railing on the other side, tightly.

"Just one more push!"

Amy screamed, leaning forward. A baby's cry interrupted her screams of pain. She leaned backwards, sweat drenched, and motioned for me to go over to our new baby.

"Would you like to cut the cord?" I nodded and grabbed the scissors they handed me. I cut the cord as they instructed and looked at my . . . son. The nurse handed me my cleaned up son. I walked very carefully over to Amy, who was waiting patiently.

"We have a son," I smiled, actual tears falling out of my eyes. I handed our son to Amy who held him to her chest.

"Our little boy," she sniffed," Terrence Stone Hopper."

Amy's P.O.V.

They took Terry away to get his shots and to be checked out. "Hi," Sam entered the hospital room with my dad and Hopper in tow. "Congratulations, so a girl or boy?" she asked, taking a seat next to me.

"It's a little boy and his name is Terrence Stone Hopper," I stated. My dad placed a hand on Stone's shoulder. Terrence was actually my dad's name. We had named Terry after my dad. He smiled at me and nodded in thanks.

"Here's the baby," a nurse said, pushing the cart that Terry was in," and he's perfectly healthy." She handed the baby to Amy. Terry opened his eyes for the first time, his eyes identical to his father's. Terry had a tuft of blond hair on his head.

He let out a little cry as he stretched. Amy smiled down at him before passing him around the room. "By the way, what time is it?" Amy asked, trying to control her hair.

"Almost midnight," Stone stated, looking at his watch. A half an hour later, Sam, Hopper, and Admiral Shane left.

"I think I'm going to sleep," Amy said, yawning deeply. I nodded and watched her fall asleep as I rocked Terry. I looked down at my son. He was awake though he hadn't cried for more than a few minutes yet.

"You made mommy tired," I whispered. His tongue was hanging out and his little fists were on either side of his chin. "Just wait, before you know it you'll be talking and walking. I'll teach you everything I know about cars and fishing. Just don't come to me for girl advice because I still don't know how I was the lucky guy to get your mother."

Terry started to cry softly and I could tell he was hungry. "Can you wait until mommy wakes up, she deserves her sleep," I told him.

Amy's P.O.V.

I was awake when Stone was talking to Terry. "Just don't come to me for girl advice because I still don't know how I was the lucky guy to get your mother," Stone said sincerely. I smiled until Terry started to cry, maternal instincts you know.

"I'll take him," I said, stretching out. Stone handed me Terry. I breastfed Terry until he fell asleep.

*/*/*/*/*

Five days later, Terry and I were finally released from the hospital. Stone had installed the car seat and had triple checked it. I placed Terry in his car seat and sat next to him. It was a fifteen minute drive to the house from the hospital, though it took us about a half an hour because Stone was driving half the speed limit.

We were reminded several times by honking horns and the occasional swear or middle finger. I was just happy that Terry was asleep the whole time, I didn't need my five-day-old son already knowing the f-word.

As we pulled up to the house, Terry woke up, demanding attention. We walked inside the house and got Terry settled into his room. "Welcome home, Terry, welcome home," Stone smiled down at our active son, who wouldn't stop moving, even when I was breastfeeding him or changing his diaper.

A.N. It's a boy! Next chapter is the epilogue and the last chapter for this story, I'm so sad! Thanks to everyone who read this story and an even bigger thanks to everybody who favorited, reviewed, and/or followed me and/or this story.