The [Not-so] Friendly Wars~ A Sammy Wilkinson FanFic

Epilogue #2

-Sammy's point of view

I run my hand through my hair for, I don't know, the thousandth time in the past fourty five minutes. I keep making nervous snapchats and putting them on my story. All of my fans are holding their breath for me.

She's still in there, I tweet. Could be awhile before I know anything.

I pace up and down the hallway, I try to put my ear to the door. You can't hear anything through those fucking doors or walls.

I'm so worried. First of all, this kid is more than a month premature! Is that going to affect it? Or will it be fine?

Is it a boy or a girl? I just want to know what gender my step kid will be, is that so hard to ask?

Is Sammi okay? God, if she isn't, I'm killing all of those doctors and nurses. She's my everything. I can't lose her again.

The wait is practically dragging my heart to the bottom of my feet. I can't take this anymore. I have to go in-

And then the door opens.

"Mr. Wilkinson, would you like to see your son?" The nurse asks politely. I nod, my whole body numb.

"Their okay? Right?" I ask anxiously, peaking through the door. I see a bunch of people.

"Mother and baby are just fine. Just a little tired." She smiles and leads me to Sammi. She's holding a small, tiny baby with tufts of black hair hair spinning out of his head. His brown eyes are wandering around, probably wondering where the fuck he is.

I look up at Sammi's face. She looks tired but relaxed. She smiles at me and I kiss her tenderly.

"I-is this your son?" I whisper, nodding my chin at the infant.

"No, dumbass." She laughs, "it's our son."

"Our son." I whisper again, the words lighting up my face.

"Do you want daddy to hold you, baby?" She asks the little guy, who makes little noises in response. "I think that means yes."

I sit in a chair next to the bed and a nurse hands me my step son. No, scratch that. My son. I hold him carefully.

And then I start to cry.

I cry about how beautiful my son is, how beautiful my best friend and girl friend is. I cry about how lucky I am, how lucky to have these two safe and sound in my arms.

Sammi is laughing her ass off, having the time of her life watching me cry. Asshole.

But I love that asshole.

"Shut it, missy," I say softly and rock the baby back and forth.

Sammi snorts a few more times and then stops laughing, but the smile is still on her face as she watches me.

"What's his name?" I ask, kissing his pink little nose. At this point he still looks like a potato, but he's the cutest little guy I've ever seen. His eyes blink heavily like he's about to fall asleep.

"I thought I would let you choose."

I sit down in a chair next to her bed and watch him move his little hands. I don't answer her question, but I say something else.

"How did he get that scratch on his nose?" I pointed to a small red mark that wasn't yet scabbed over yet. I brush my finger over it gently and he moves his hand towards mine, but it's covered by his shirt.

"The stinker cut himself with his fingernails before he was even born," she chuckles and laughs at her little son. "It's gonna leave a scar too."

"It's okay, he's pretty enough." I laugh lightly as he finally gets his hand u ntangled from the little shirt he is wearing and grasps my finger. His tiny fingers barely wrap around my finger.

Then, the doctor comes in. Dr. Halley.

"Well, I would consider this a miracle, pretty much." She smiles at the both of us. "He was a month premature, most babies are missing something, like eyebrows or eyelashes or hair or fingernails. But he has everything a regular baby should need. He's like a regular baby, but born a month early. Absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing." She grins again. "You, my friends, have a perfect baby."

"He's as perfect as perfect goes." Sammi murmurs and smiles up at me. Her smile lights up the room.

I pull up my phone and take some pictures of him. Then some selfies of me with him. Then a group picture with me, Sammi, and Charlie.

"Asher Joseph." I say suddenly.

"What?" Sammi asks, startled.

"Asher Joseph." I repeat, and she understands.

"Oh my god, Dr. Halley. Write it on the birth certificate. Asher Joseph Court."

"Do you like that name, Asher?" I ask quietly. I swear to god he smiled. His cheeks rose just a little bit, and then it was gone. Replaced him slowly closing his perfect, brown little eyes and dozing off rather quickly to sleep. I rest him on my chest, hoping ti get some sleep myself. Mind you, it is almost five A.M.

Asher snores a little bit and I laugh.

I'm falling in love with this kid every second I see him.

"I love you," I whisper to Sammi or Ash, I didn't have anyone in particular I was saying it to. It was meant for the both of them. I look up at Sammi and see that she has dozed off, too, just like her son. I take this as a sign to close my eyes and fall into dream land, but it feels like I'm already in it.

I wake up again when someone pulls Asher off of my chest.

"Asher!" I yell, trying to grab at him, but a young woman holds me back.

"We're just checking on him, changing his diaper, and putting him in his crib thing. Asher is fine. You can sleep peacefully." She smiles at me and pats my arm. I look up and see another nurse setting a still sleeping Asher into his crib thing that they have in hospitals.

"Good night, Asher." I say and fall asleep peacefully, like the nurse said.

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END OF EPILOGUE #2.

Next epilogue will be out soon, I'm going to make it reallyyyyy long so it might take awhile. It's in Sammi's pov, btw.

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