Stevie's secret (Mature)

Part 11: It's a boy

"Baby, you're going to have to PUSH - do you hear me?" Stevie held on to her daughter's hand as Steven placed a cool rag on her forehead, rubbing her face, "This baby has got to crown, honey, keep strong!"

Isabelle cried as she stopped in between pushing, sweat pouring down her forehead, "I can't, mom."

"Yes you CAN," her mother squeezed her hand, "Just let it happen, angel, and you can push through this! Right after his head comes out, the rest will be so easy, I promise!"

Her daughter looked up at her so helpless, knowing that her mother couldn't take her place, that she had to do this on her own. Her fiancé kept giving her loving kisses as Stevie kept encouraging her, telling her everything that she went through during her birth back in 1985. She would do anything to get her daughter the courage to keep pushing.

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Lindsey paced back and forth in the waiting room as Isabelle's adoptive parents held hands, praying as they held each other close. Diane had arrived too late to be able to attend in the delivery room but it was hard enough to get the doctor to agree on letting Stevie pass through.

He stood with his head plastered against the glass window, looking at the cars below, wishing that he had been there when Stevie gave birth. His mind began to trail back to times before and even smiled at how Stevie said if they never got in to, Fleetwood Mac, that they would have had about "fifty" children. What joy came to his heart and what obstacles that lead before them. If he had only known that they would have broken apart, he would have planned things differently, maybe not even joining the band.

After hours of reminiscing, Stevie walked in to the waiting room wearing a smock and gloves, a mask hanging around her neck. Lindsey stood in anticipation as she looked unhappy, as if she had been crying. Did the baby not survive? Was Isabelle still alive?

Isabelle's adoptive parents stood, holding each other as they stared at Stevie as she walked closer to the middle of the room. All their hearts were pounding and then she smiled.

"He's beautiful," mainly talking to Lindsey as he instinctively ran to her so he could pull her in to a long hug.

Lindsey kissed her lips tenderly, placing his forehead against hers as he held her face.

"He's so beautiful, Lindsey..." grazing her lips against his as he only pulled her closer, giving her another tender kiss.

Diane and Frank Schiver rejoiced as they laughed in joy of their first Grandchild. It would be a first for both Grandparents.

"How is she?" asked Diane, walking up to Stevie.

"Very tired, sore, relieved to say the least," Stevie responded with a smile, giving the other woman a hug, "Is this your husband?" gesturing towards Frank.

"Frank Schiver," he took Stevie's hand as he shook it, "Very nice to meet you, big fan. I heard so much about you from Isabelle and Diane, you seem like a real gem."

"Thank you. Thank you so much," hugging the man that raised her daugther, "I want to also thank you for raising my daughter to be an incredibly beautiful human being."

"We love, Isabelle," wrapping an arm around his wife, "Really feel as if she is our own."

Stevie smiled, "She is," even though she rightfully was her mother.

"Any way that we can see the baby?" asked Frank.

Stevie began to take off her smock and gloves, "That I have no control over but he's been cleaned off and sent to have a good look over," now wiping her tears.