His Last Choice

Epilogue

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[Peyton]

"I'm going to castrate you, Soren! I SWEAR--Urg..." 

Another round of pain hit me like a bullet train. The pain; the unbearable pain. I felt like I was tearing up from the inside and about to crap out a mother load. Wait...I shouldn't be saying that about my child. This should be a miracle tha--

"AHH! Freaking Hell, Soren! I'm going to kill you..." I screamed after another rolled of intense contractions swept through me. 

Soren's face dripped with perspiration. He was pale as a ghost and it didn't help feel any less relaxed when he looked about ready to drop dead at the sight of me in pain.

"Breath, babe...you can do this." He inhaled and exhaled the way we were taught in our labor classes.

"Oh, shut up. Leave me alone!" I spat at him. 

I will probably regret saying that later on, but for now I can say the heck I want! I'm pushing a 19 inch werewolf baby out my--

"One more push Peyton, he's almost out." Doctor Sheila said from between my legs. It was lucky for us that she worked at the human hospital and the pack house. 

I looked up at Soren. His eyes were wide with anticipation and staring at Doctor Sheila work to get our baby out. His right hand helped to support my back up, while his left hand was blue from my death grip. His mouth pressed together in a thin line when I positioned myself for one final push. 

"Are you ready to be a daddy...again?" I smiled at him. 

He turned to me and our eyes met. It never ceased to amaze me how a tough guy like Soren could cry during precious moments such as this. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. 

"You bet I am."

Suddenly another contraction came and Doctor Sheila told me to push. 

"Oh god..." I forgot mom was still on the other side of the bed. 

"I can't wait to see little Samuel" Sophia, Soren's mom muttered while holding the video camera. She was bent on video taping every single second of her grandkids. "Marielle will be so happy to see her little brother." 

That's right, this is our second baby. Our little princess outside with her grandpa Ivan and Gradpa Jeremey is nearly one year old. Soren just couldn't wait to have another kid; it wasn't difficult for him to get me with child four months after our first one was born. When Marielle was born, Soren was a complete freak, literally going psychotic when it came to his little girl. The littlest things Marielle did--poop, fart, gurgle, burp, or sneeze, Soren would be barging into Doctor Sheila's office even at the dead of night when she wasn't there. Soren is a great father, he loves his daughter and he is going to love his new son too. 

Now if I can get to the part of getting the little guy out...

"Push, Push, Push!" Dr. Sheila screamed repeatedly. 

I screamed and while I screamed Soren, mom and Sophie screamed along with me. The room was filled with screaming I thought maybe a lightbulb was going to break. And then silence broke, except there was one little tiny cry that engulfed the room. 

"It's a Boy!" 

Mom and Sophia jumped up and down. Mom took out her camera and started taking multiple pictures of Samuel's first taste of the world--the start of years of crazy grandparents hovering over his every wake. We decided to name our son after my grandpa, Dad's father who was killed by rogues. It was actually Soren who thought of it first and asked Dad's permission. I think, that was the icebreaker that upgraded Soren into Dad's good graces. Recently, he began asking Soren to come with him and Derrick to pack events. "Hang out time," They called it.