In the Hood's Life

Chapter 10

Annabelle's POV

"Best. Spaghetti. Ever." I sighed, my stomach full.

"It's a gift." Calum grinned.

"What is that, your catch phrase?"

"Pretty much. I do say it a lot."

"You really do."

"So now how is the baby doing?"

"Good."

"That's good."

"Shoot! The doctor's!" I shrieked.

"Get in the car!" He yelled.

I sprinted to the car and jumped in.

He jumped in after me and put the key in ignition.

We were racing to the doctor's.

We pulled in and we got out of the car.

(I'm in my mums car, broom broom)

I ran inside and the receptionist smiled.

"We expected you an hour ago." She said.

"Sorry." Cal said.

"Go on in." She chuckled.

We walked into a room and I sat down on the bench thing.

Dr. Olsen walked in with a smile.

"Hello, Annabelle. Hello...?"

"I'm Calum." Cal said.

"The father, I presume?" She asked.

"Yes. He is." I smiled.

"Okay. Well, today you finally want to find out the sex, correct?" She asked.

"Yes." Calum said.

I nodded and Dr. Olsen turned on the machine, putting the gel on my stomach afterwards.

She rubbed the "wand" around until she found the baby.

"Though I've known this for a while, you are having a boy." She smiled.

"A boy!" Calum squealed.

I giggled and Cal leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Is that all you need?" She asked.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Good. See you in ten weeks." She beamed.

I wiped the gel off of my stomach and stood up, pulling my shirt down.

We drove home, chatting about what we thought our little boy would look like.

-18 weeks later-

Calum's POV

"Cal, wake up." Belle whispered, shaking me.

"Cal, wake up!" She yelled.

"I'm up! What's wrong?"

"I think my water just broke!"

"Oh my God. Um, I'll pack a bag. Get in the car, quickly."

I grabbed a backpack and threw a bunch of her stuff in it.

I quickly threw on a shirt and some jeans, slipping my converse on.

I ran to the car and jumped in, starting it and pulling out of the driveway.

We pulled up to to the hospital and I slipped the backpack onto my shoulders.

I opened the passenger door.

"Can you walk?" I asked.

"I'm not sure." She said, shakily standing up.

She collapsed to the ground.

"Guess not." I said, picking her up bridal style.

I ran into the emergency room and the medics took her.

About an hour and a half later, a nurse came to me.

"She's going to start pushing soon. Would you like to accompany her?" She asked.

"Yes I would." I said.

She led me down several halls.

Finally we walked into a room.

Belle was laying on the bed, legs spread.

She was covered in sweat.

"Calum?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm here." I said.

I went to the side of the bed and held her hand.

"Belle, you need to start pushing now." The doctor said after lifting up the blanket to check.

She nodded as he pushed the blanket up.

I would count to three and she would push.

This went on for about half an hour.

Belle heard the cry and shot up.

"Would you like to hold your baby?" The doctor asked.

Belle nodded frantically.

They handed her our beautiful little boy, who was smacking his gums.

(You know, like you do when you wake up.)

"He's so cute!" Belle squealed.

"He is. What should we name him?" I asked.

"Thomas Fletcher Hood." She smiled.

"I love that!" I chuckled.