Andrea opened her eyes to a pain that she had always dread and anticipated.
"LANCE!!!" she shouted, and within seconds, Lance entered the bedroom, wearing only his boxers and holding an whisk, his face lined with worry.
"I THINK THE BABY IS COMING!" Andrea shouted again.
Lance's eyes widened, and in haste, went straight to Andrea, throwing the whisk somewhere in the room and carried her out of the room, out of the house and into the car.
As soon as Lance entered the car, he started the engine, and at the same time, called Simon and put him through speakerphone.
"Good morning, Lance. What's so urgent that you're calling at six in the morning?" Simon's groggy voice groaned at the other line.
Andrea involuntarily produced a loud groan, "Can't you go any faster?"
"Oh gosh, Lance! You don't have to let me hear that! For Christ's sakes I'm her father!" Simon shouted at the other line and for a moment, Lance was confused but then it clicked just as at the same time Andrea groaned again.
"Simon, what kind of brain do you have? Andrea's having contractions. We're going to the hospital!" he shouted at Simon.
"Oh," Simon said, embarassment clear in his voice, "Wait- did you say I'm going to be a grandfather?" he asked.
"Oh yes, dad, that's the context of it. So will you please get over to the hospital with some clothes for Lance?" Andrea answered, brushing a sweat away from her face.
Lance looked down at what he's wearing and realized he forgot to put on a shirt. Oh well.
"Okay, okay. We're coming. Goodluck sweetheart, you can do it!" Simon said and hang up.
"I didn't even realize the water broke!" Andrea exhaled, disappointedly.
Lance thought back to their bed, when his alarm went off, he felt a certain wetness on the bed, but no smell so he figured it was just his sweat or Andrea's.
"I thought that was just sweat," he answered lamely.
"Wow, that's awesome prediction, Lance," Andrea rolled her eyes and before she could say anything, she groaned loudly again, Lance's hand automatically took hers, "We're close Andrea,"
He remember the day when they got married and the beautiful smile Andrea had on her face when she was reciting her vows, and him his, and felt bad to see Andrea looked awfully pained, her face sweaty even with the airconditioner on max.
"I'm sorry Andrea," Lance murmured and squeezed Andrea's hands again before looking back to the road and focusing on their destination.
"You don't have anything to be sorry about, as long as you wait ten years to get me pregnant again!"
"I can't wait that long!"
"Lance," Simon called breathlessly, Pamela in tow, as he approached Lance pacing back and forth in front of the delivery room. A worried expression plastered on his face.
"How is she?" Pamela asked before Simon could say anything.
Lance shook his head and proceeded to sit on the plastic chairs by the wall, covering his face with both hands, "I don't know. They've been there for ages," he said, worriedly.
Simon sat down beside him and patted him on the back, "You've only been waiting here for an hour and a half, don't be ridiculous. Andrea will be fine," he reassured.
"Fine! You should have seen Andrea's face with all that contractions. She was so pained!" Lance groaned, "This is all my fault! I shouldn't have impregnated her!" Lance muttered to himself.
Simon looked at Pamela and she smiled, Lance once again proved that he loves their daughter very much, what with his hystericals and then Simon laughed.
"What is so funny? You're daughter's giving birth to some creature we made!" Lance pointed out, making Simon laugh more.
"You're overreacting Lance," Pamela smiled, amused.
"What kind of parents are you?" he asked rhetorically.
"The kind who made the woman you love and loved her dearly," Simon answered, finally settling down.
"You know you're reacting like me when Andrea was born," he commented.
Lance thought about it and flashback to the day when he entered the very same room to see a very worried Simon, pacing back and forth, just as he was moments ago.
"You're right. I've caught your disease," Lance agreed.
Simon smiled, "You consider love a disease?"
"Not love. Your being overreacting that is," Pamela quipped and Lance smiled.
"Well, in my offense, I love you," Simon defended himself and looked at Pamela, the woman he loved through all the flaws she have and all the beauty that comes with it.
Pamela smiled and mouthed an 'I love you too' before kissing Simon at the top of the head.
One of the doors swung open revealing a plump woman in hospital scrubs, "The baby's crowning-"
"NO!" the three of them answered simultaneously. Not one of them wanted to see Andrea giving birth immortalized on a video.
The nurse's eye widened, as if surprised, "Ohhh kay," and disappeared back into the delivery room.
After several more minutes, Lance, Simon and Pamela are allowed inside the delivery room.
"Hi guys," Andrea greeted them with an exhausted smile.
Lance immediately went to his side and kissed her on the cheeks, not minding the sweat.
"I'm sorry," he said softly in her ears.
She smiled at him and shook her head, "I'll take the pain anytime to see another cute baby made by us," she answered.
Andrea looked beautiful even with all the sweat and the visible stress given to her by the birth and he can't help but look at her, relieved to see her happy and content.
"Congratulations, it's a girl," the same nurse announced, breaking Andrea's and Lance's little moment.
Lance turned to the little bundle of pink and carefully, the nurse tranferred the baby to his arms and as though a natural, he tilted the baby for Andrea to see. She was beautiful.
The little hair on the top of her head transparent in the light but Lance could see that she's got mostly Andrea's features, except the nose.
"Can we name her Andrea Jr.?" Lance asked.
"Don't be ridiculous, Lance. I wanna call her Sera," Andrea said.
"Sera's beautiful," Lance agreed and gave Andrea a light kiss on the lips.
"I can't believe were grandparents!" Simon commented as Pamela just smiled her congratulations.
Lance gave the baby to them, "Careful, okay. Don't fall in love with her too much," Lance warned.
"I'm not gonna divorce my wife for my granddaughter that's just insane,"
(I am currently writing a story entitled The Ex-Girlfriend. It's a first love story and they are both of the same age. It's different from MFBF but check it out to see for yourself. I'm looking forward to your support!)
So this is really the end!!!
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