Alpha's Girl ~ Owen Grady

|Twenty Two|

"Owen!" I cried in relief once my fawn eyes fell upon his frantically, stumbling, figure as he rushed into the hospital of Isla Nublar. His face showing that he is just as terrified as myself; whilst I lay panting on a bed with a hospital gown covering my frame. His broad stature pushing past panicking doctors and nurses as he barges into the room and is at my side in seconds. A hand grasping mine as I squeeze his tightly and another hand brushing my hair off my sweating forehead where it has stuck like glue. 

He then begins chuckling almost to himself, shaking his buzzed head, before taking my hand in both of his large ones- crystal blue eyes staring into my widened, confused and petrified ones. 

"Couldn't have waited a few more weeks could he?" He chuckles, bringing my tensed hand up to his chapped lips from the sun, "Impatient, just like his mum," he chuckles making me frown at him. Chuckling to a private joke he's obviously just though of. 

"What?" I hysterically ask as another wave of pain flushes through my body. 

"I was going to make a premature baby joke," he sighs as he takes the hair bobble from my wrist and takes my tatty hair into a messy bun atop my head allowing the back of my sweaty neck and face to be free of the aggravating strands, "But it's too soon," 

The glare I gave him when he giggled away at his, obviously, hilarious joke was enough to silence him. He returned to gently patting my hand and shoulder. 

"Not," my own gasp cuts my sentence in half as another contraction impulses though my body, "funny!" I cry as I make a grab for the gas and air beside the bed- taking a huge breath in hopes that this stuff will actually do something instead of just making me feel dizzy and sick.

"Who cares?" he smiles at me, "We're having this baby whether you like it or not princess. I'm just happy we're going to have him a little earlier in our arms,"

"You're not coming anywhere near me after this!" I grunt as I try to take deep breaths like I'd been told to. 

"Not even with the love stick?" 

"Definitely not with that!" I grit my teeth at his attempted humor.

Grabbing his hand as harshly as I can to try and bare with the pain, I watch out of the corner of my eye at the grimace on his face at the crushing of his fingers with my now seemingly inhuman strength. Serves him right!

I suddenly begin hyperventilating with quick short breathes as my eyes land on the nurse that comes over to check my progress. Smiling at me, she then leaves the room to bring in the doctor.  He doesn't even open his mouth before I start shouting at him,

"No! No! I can't!" Panicking, shaking my head in defiance, "I don't want to! I can't! NO!" 

Uncomfortably, I begin wriggling in a poor attempt to get away from the doctor and the numerous nurses now entering the room. 

"FÚCK OFF!" I scream at the pain of contractions and my erratic movements up the bed. 

Everyone seems to stop and blink at me in shock as I begin crying hysterically.

The quiet girl that most of the staff have had minimal contact with; the girl who hides away and doesn't speak unless its to a patient- just screamed at them. I think even I would have to stop and take a breather, if I wasn't in so much agony. 

"Zoe, sweetheart," Owen whispers sympathetically, pulling me into his chest as he leans over the uncomfortable bed, "I'm going to be right here and I know that my little spit fire can do anything. You're so much stronger than me Zoe. Hell, that's why you're going to push this baby out of you're ass like it's a walk in the park. Not me, you. Because you are an amazing person who is capable of doing anything she puts her mind to," 

I scream into his chest at the waves on agonizing pain crawling through my body like lava. 

"I can't!" 

"Yes. Yes. You. Can."

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After a total of seven long hours of labor, baby Daniel finally arrived. 

Kicking and screaming, he tried to fight off the flustered doctors and nurses as they placed him onto my chest where the little trooper became silent in contentment. 

I couldn't help the tears that began falling down my cheeks as I looked at the beauty that somehow myself and Owen created. 

Standing over us, Owen kisses the top of my, very, sweaty head before doing the same to his new born son. Smiling up at me giddily, he then moulds our lips together in a messy kiss that is full of tears and love for everything we have accomplished. 

"Making the baby was more fun than delivering him, huh?" Owen jokes as he strokes the black head of hair atop his sons crown. 

I don't even have the energy to glare at him as I hold my baby close to my chest. Everything I have ever lived for has just changed in the mere seconds I held this small ball of life; I would do anything to protect my baby. Even if a dinosaur was chancing us, I would happily lay down my life for my Daniel- I'd even throw Owen to the raptors if it meant keeping him safe. 

Watching his pink cheeks as his fathers larger hands trails across them, his eyes slowly begin to open. Blinking tiredly, his green eyes could almost be mistaken for blue if you're not looking closely, as he lazily looks up at his parents. 

"Hi baby," I croak, my voice dry from all the previous screaming and shouting, "Mummy and daddy have been waiting a long time to see you," I couldn't help the giddy smile that swept across my face as Daniel took one of Owens fingers in his hand and clung onto it. 

"We got ourselves a heart breaker here, Zoe," Owen chokes. I look up at him surprised at the fact that he is so close to crying, especially with the possibility of a nurse wandering back into the room, "Just look at him. Rugged good looks and that smile," I giggle at them both smiling at each other, "he'll have all the ladies falling at his feet."

"Just like his father," I smile. 

A soft knock at the door has us both looking up, my grip on our baby tightening slightly and even Owens leaning over us a little further as if to try and block the intruder. 

"Just me," I hear Barry say softly, both Owen and myself relaxing as he quietly steps into the room, "Congratulations," he smiles as the boys hug each other tightly and give loud pats on each others back, "Can I see him?" he almost nervously asks as both Owen and I agree. 

Barry is our closest friend. If anyone deserved to be the first to see our baby, this was the man. 

"He looks just like you Zoe," he coos whilst Owen gently takes the quiet baby from my arms- a small grumble of annoyance escaping the little man- and holds him to his chest as he sits in the chair beside my bed. 

"Beautiful," Owen smiles contagiously, "Just like his mother,"