What if? (Alternate ending to The Bucket List)

Four years later.

(A/N: This is four years after Damon's recovery and a few months after Seth and Jenny's wedding :) )

“Come on Leah, you’re going to have to push now ok?”

I screamed again, digging my nails into Damon’s hand, who was wincing. For a second I felt a little guilty, but then the pain hit me again really hard and seeing him all well besides his palm being destroyed just made the guiltiness fly away. This was the worst torture that I had been through.

“I’m going to count to three and you’ll push ok? One, two, three.”

And there I yelled again form the pain, I think I cried too but I wasn’t very aware of my actions, all my attention was turned to one single thing: getting my baby out.

“You’re doing great Leah, I love you so much.” Damon said, not letting go of my hand.

I screamed again as an answer.

“I can see his head, come on, one more push.”

Hours of labor. It had taken so many hours and it was the last push. I gave it my all and tears fell on my cheeks when finally I heard crying. A baby was crying. My baby.

“Congratulations, it’s a beautiful boy.”

The doctors wrapped him in a sort-of blanket before putting the most beautiful little baby I had ever seen in my arms. I was crying more now and Damon was too.

“We have a baby.” He whispered, looking at our new-born son with all the love that his eyes could express.

I kissed his tiny forehead, then Damon took him in his arms, tears of joy falling on his face.

“I have never been happier my entire life. I love you so much Leah.” He told me before turning his eyes to our little baby. “And you, I am going to love you so much, all I hope for you is to be happy and I will do everything in my power to unsure that, I promise you.”

I cried more because the joy I felt, right now, right there, was indescribable. I couldn’t have dreamt of anything better than this. Damon was alive, healthy even if he had to take medicine every day to make sure he’d stay this way and had hospital check-ups every four months, and we had now a beautiful baby boy. The doctors took care of me and the baby and then we all fell asleep because it had been one heck of a long day. Or was it two days? I couldn’t even think of the time I had spent on this bed in torturous pain. But it was all so worth it.

“What should we name him?” Damon asked me, as I was holding our tiny baby boy in my arms, looking at his angel face with aw.

“What about… Jayden?” I proposed.

Jayden Bishop was one of the doctors that had come up with the miracle medicine that was the whole reason Damon was alive right now. He smiled at me then looked at our baby boy.

“It’s perfect.” He said. “Hey Jayden. We love you so, so much already buddy. I can’t wait for you to be old enough to help me annoy your mother.”

He was sleeping in my arms, his teeny-tiny fingers wrapped in a little fists.

“Remember when you were digging your nails in my arm when we watched the three horror movies in a row?” Damon inquired.

I nodded.

“Well, this is exactly what I wished for then, that I’d be able to live this moment.” Damon confessed, before putting a strand of my hair behind my ear and kissing my cheek. “I feel like the luckiest person alive right now.”

“So do I.”