Chaos Theory: Hunted {1}

Epilogue: IT'S A...

Epilogue: IT'S A...

Fadoula-Grady Cabin

Nevada

9 months later

Patrick drove on his motorcycle into the driveway of his home. He had a bag of baby supplies in his backpack.

Patrick entered his cabin. It was similar to their first home in Wyoming, just way bigger. 

"Yaz?" Patrick yelled as he set the baby supply on the table.

"Hey!"

Patrick turned to see his now nine-month pregnant wife on the couch. He sat in front of her smiling.

"Hey" Patrick said softly rubbing Yaz's belly.

Yaz giggled.

"How was the doctor?" Patrick asked.

"It went well, it's just..." Yaz started when the baby suddenly let out a kick causing the couple to giggle. "She just said that it was bigger than usual."

Patrick raised an eyebrow.

"She asked if we knew the gender or had the photo..." Yaz said.

"What did you tell her?" Patrick asked.

"That we wanted to wait till it was born." Yaz said smiling. Patrick smiled back.

"I'm going to go to Uncle Owen's and help him with the crib. I called Claire, she's gonna take care of you while I'm gone." Patrick explained. Yaz smiled and nodded.

"Good luck." Yaz said kissing Patrick's cheek.

Timeskip

Owen's Cabin

Patrick and his uncle were finishing the crib for the baby. Patrick was screwing the bottom wood.

"So, you want to talk about it?" Owen asked.

Patrick sighed.

"There's still a chance me and Yaz are being hunted. If we're found, I don't know how to protect our child." Patrick explained sitting up, finishing the crib.

"Dude. You managed to keep Kenji Kon alive on Nublar. You can protect a baby." Owen assured.

"But, what if..." Patrick started when Owen's phone rang.

Owen picked it up.

"Hello? Claire?" Owen asked. He listened into the phone for a bit. His eyes went wide. "What? But she's not due... okay, okay, I'll get him there."

"Uncle O?" Patrick asked as Owen hung up.

"Yaz is in labor." Owen said. 

Nevada Hospital

Owen and Patrick sprinted to the front desk.

"Hey, hey, hey... my wife's giving birth." Patrick explained frantically. "Her name's Yasmina Fadoula-Grady."

The woman at the desk looked into her computer.

"She's in room 234. Upstairs. They're prepping her for delivery." The woman said.

"Thank you." Patrick said, sprinting towards the elevator. Him and his uncle stood in the elevator while Patrick was breathing nervously, fiddling with his ring. "I'm gonna be a father."