Two Dads with Teens

To LA Memorial

Scott's POV

Rozzi and I stopped by her place to grab all my stuff and rush to the airport. I have to try and find a four hour flight back to LA at last minute.

I called Mitch to see how he was doing, someone answered on the first ring, "Papa?" "Mi-" Realizing it wasn't Mitch's voice, I paused, "Who is this?"

" It's Mark. Dad left his phone on the coffe table." I grunted, "Who's there with you?"

"Uncle Jeremy." I sighed, Thank god! A responsible Adult, "Can you give him the phone, buddy?"

"Hello?"

"Jeremy! Did Kirstie and Mitch leave for the hospital?"

"Yeah, they left like, 10 minutes ago. Why?" I sighed, "Who's car did they take?"

"Um, Yours. Kirstie said she had your key." I sighed in relief, "Everything is going as planned, I told her to take my car because I filled the tank before I left in case this happened."

"Oh okay." I paused, "I'll call her and see how he's doing."

"Okay, bye." "M-Bye"

I hung up with Jeremy and quickly called Kirstie. Mitch obviously answered, "Scotty!"

I giggled, "Hi baby. How are you doing?" He panted, "I'm a sweaty laboring mess! Why did you have to leave?" I chuckled, " I'm sorry my love, I'll be there as soon as possible, baby. Just stay calm and make sure to keep breathing."

I could hear Mitch breathing in and out, "That's it. HAAA! HOOO! How far are you guys from the hospital?" Mitch paused, "Uh about 5 miles."

"5 miles!? What hospital are you going to?" Mitch grunted, "LA Memorial. There's a ton of traffic, we're just sitting here! It's a slow crawl!" Mitch's voice faded "Oh god, Kirstie take the phone!"

"What's wrong?" Kirstie picked up the phone, "Hey Scott? He's right here, trying to labor through his pains. I hope we make it there."

"Call me when you do." Kirstie sighed, "Okay, I gotta go."

Kirstie hung up the phone as Rozzi sat there looking at me, "What's going on?" "Chaos. That's all I can say. I'll call you when I make it to LA."

She nodded as I got out and rushed inside the airport. I practically begged the flight agent for a seat on the next flight to LAX, "I need the next flight out. My husband is on his deathbed, if I don't say goodbye to him I'm gonna live with that forever. What is your next flight to LAX?"

The agent looked at her computer and sighed, "Here's your ticket. I don't do this very often, but I'm a huge fan of Pentatonix." I nearly kissed her, "Thank you so much! Please tweet me your information!"

I grabbed my ticket and sprinted through security towards my gate.

Mitch's POV

Kirstie and I were headed towards the hospital and as soon as we got on the freeway we hit this huge wave of traffic. I looked down the road and couldn't see anything but miles and miles of cars. "Oh my god!"

Kirstie looked at me with worry on her face, "What?" "I'm having another contraction. I'm gonna open the door and jump in the backseat, so I can get on my knees." "What?" Kirstie said, "I'm gonna open this door and jump in the back seat so I have more room. It hurts to sit like this. Too much pressure on my back."

She agreed and put her hazard lights on, "Hurry up then. I think the traffic is moving" I quickly threw my bag in the back and opened the door.

I opened the back door and got into the seat to the point I was on my hands and knees. "Are you situated?" I was constantly shifting from leg to leg, "Not really, but I'll get there, just hurry to the hospital."

Kirstie looked at me in the review mirror, "I've got you, Grassi." Kirstie punched the gas, throwing me back onto the seat, "Ahhhhhh!" Kirstie gasped, "Mitch, are you okay?" I sat myself up and grabbed my pants, "My water broke."

Dun dun duuhhh! Now it is imminent! The triplets are on their way! Gumi Out!