Another Turning Point

He's Coming!

Berkeleys POV

I sat on the couch. My hand on my stomach. I could feel Andrew moving around every now and then. He would be here any day now. William was coming out of his room more and more. He was starting to worry me for a few weeks. He told me everything that happened between him and Adalyn. He was upset. He's still upset, but he'll get over her. I'm just glad he had enough since not to dive in with her intentions. I looked at what Sara was watching on the tv. She was watching some dude with blue hair. "Hey Sara who are you watching?" "CrankThatFrank." She responded. "So let's dive right in!" The guy named Frank said. I got up and walked to the kitchen where Brixton was. He walked towards me. Putting his hand on my stomach and kissing me. "Any day now." He said. "Any day now." I repeated with a smile. We swayed side to side. I loved him so much. He rubbed his hand up and down my back. I had already planned to stay away from the studio for a little while. I was walked back to the couch when suddenly a gush of liquid ran down my leg. I knew that feeling from anywhere. William saw me in distress and ran to get Brixton. I went to the car and got in.

Brixtons POV

"Dad!" "What is it Will?" "Moms water broke!" He said. I ran to the car. Berkeley was already in there. William grabbed Sara and put her in the car. We drove off to the hospital. I held Berkeleys hand as I drove. She would squeeze my hand every now and again. I dropped off William and Sara at mom and dads place.

A few minutes later

Berkeley laid in the hospital bed. The doctors had given her an epidural so she wouldn't be in pain. I put my hand in hers. "Just a few more hours until our little boy is here." I said. She smiled. We had been longing for this day forever now. The doctor came in, it was time.

A few minutes later

Berkeley grasped my hand in a tight squeeze, I thought she was about to break the bone. "Just one more push Mrs. Pritchard." The doctor said. Our little boy was here. The doctors cleaned Andrew up and handed him to an exhausted Berkeley. She looked at him in awe.

A few hours later

There was a knock on the door. I walked over and opened it. Mom, dad, and everyone else was there. They all came in. We all stood around Berkeley. "So what's his name?" Dad asked. "Andrew Ryan Pritchard." She said. I could see Uncle Billie tearing up. She did name him after his dad.

Mikes POV

I looked at my grandson. When Berkeley has said his name I knew what she was doing. She out Billie's Dads first name, my middle name, and then last name. He was so precious. I looked over at Billie who had tears in his eyes. He was happy too. As was Tre and all the others. Sara and William where by their mother and father. William looked at Andrew with pure awe, as did Sara. Brixton handed me Andrew. I took I'm nervously. It had been a while since I've held a baby. I looked down at him. He opened his little eyes and smiled. I felt a smile form on my face. After about ten minutes or so I passed him to Billie and then the chain went on around the room. Berkeley was asleep. That was good. She needed to rest. We all left after an hour or so.

Two weeks later

Berkeleys POV

I rocked Andrew back and forth in the rocker to try and get him to sleep. He would make little cooing noises every now and again. And I would just rock him and rub my hand up and down is little back. Sara and William where already in bed. Brixton was waiting downstairs. Tonight was date night and dad offered to watch them for the night. I looked back at Andrew who was now fast asleep. I laid him down in his crib and put his blanket around him. I then cracked the door and walked downstairs. Dad was on the couch talking with Brixton. I walked towards them. I put my arms around Brixton and kissed his cheek. "Ready to go?" I asked. He nodded. "See ya later dad and thanks again." I said. "It's no problem sweetheart." He said as we walked out the door.

Billie's POV

I sat on the couch reading a very interesting book. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was William. "Hey Will what's up?" "Nightmare." He said sleepily. I came on sat down beside me, turning the tv on. "Y'know it helps me best when I talk about it." I said. He just shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to flip through the channels. I could tell something was up. He put the remote down and as soon as he did I picked it up and turned the tv off. "Now what's up?" I said looking serious. He looked at me. It looked like he hadn't slept in days. "I see." I said. "Well there's one thing I know that can help with that. It helped your mother and it helped me." I said. I walked out to my car and got my acoustic out of there. I walked back inside and sat down. I played the first song that came to my mind. Real world by Husker Dü.

Play song now

"People talk about anarchy
And taking up a fight
Well I'm afraid of things like that
I lock my doors at night
I don't rape, and I don't pillage
Other peoples' lives
I don't practice what you preach
And I won't see through your eyes
You want to change the world
By breaking rules and laws
People don't do things like that
In the real world at all
You're not a cop, or a politician
You're a person too
You can sing any song you want
But you're still the same
I can't think of anything
That makes me more upset
People talk all this rhetoric
Forgive but not forget
I don't rape, and I don't pillage
Other peoples' lives
I don't practice what you preach
And I won't see through your eyes"

The song ended. I looked up and William was asleep. He needed sleep. It scares me that my daughter and my grandson has insomnia. I mean yea Berkeley got it from me and William got it from Berkeley through her genetics, but I never wanted my own kids or grandkids to go through it. I let that thought slide as I picked my book back up and began to read again.