'Money'

Chapter four - the crown prince

8 months later....

I wake with a pained scream.

- Ah! Money!!

He wakes with a jolt and looks around til he sees me.

- It's time, the baby's coming, I moan, he lifts me up, takes me to the bathroom and helps me wash before he gets clothes for both of us, helps me dress and gets the bag that's been packed since I was three months pregnant, on the way out he grabs both our jackets and my handbag and sprints to the car, puts the stuff in the back and helps me in to the front passenger side and starts up the thundering car engine and speeds to the hospital.

- My wife is having a baby! Right now! 'Money' shouts as he rushes through the doors of the hospital with me in his arms and our bag, now also containing my handbag, slug over his shoulder.

- Calm down, sir, says a nurse. We'll help her, this way.

The nurse takes us to a delivery room right away, calls on two other nurses on the way there.

'Money' lays me down in a bed that one of the nurses points to, puts the bags down and sits down by my side.

As one of the nurses tries to have him out of there, a cramp shakes my whole body and I scream for him, changes their minds and they let him stay, cause they all realize that I really do want and need him to be there.

- He's staying right here! I scream. Jacob!!

'Money' runs to my side, holds my hands in his and encourages me to push.

- I'm here, baby, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere.

- It hurts, I whimper.

- You're so brave, baby, 'Money' says calmly.

- I can see the head, push, Mrs Harlon, your baby is almost out, the nurse says. One more push, there you go, just one more, one big push.

I feel the baby leave my body.

- It's a boy, the nurse says.

- You're amazing, 'Money' says, kissing my sweaty hair. And our son...he's beautiful.

I look at the perfect pink little baby boy that's just been place on my aching breasts by his father.

- He looks just like you, so of course he's beautiful.

- I'll text Paul and tell him to tell the gang that 'Money's heir is born.

- Paul? I ask.

- 'Beast', his actual name is Paul, 'Money' says.

- Ah, I say.

Money picks up his phone to text 'Beast'.

"Beast, my brother from another mother, good news, my man, my heir is born, a lovely little crown prince, tell the gang/Money"

- Can I hold him? he asks when he's put his phone away.

- Here, baby, hold your son...your heir, I say and lift the baby boy over to his father.

- Wow, I've always wanted a son, and now you're here, 'Money' says to the little boy in his arms.

I watch 'Money' cuddle our newborn son.

- What should we call him, baby? I ask 'Money.

- How about...Theo...? 'Money' says. I knew a Theo once, a great guy, a cuban kid, no more than 22 when I first met him, did most of my tattoos for me, when...you know...but I want our boy to have more than one name, he continues.