Marty and Rosie

❤︎the start of a new generation❤︎

"I'm not panicking," Marty said, driving the car above the speed limit. He anxiously tapped his fingers against the steering wheel of his car.

"Yes you are, Marty," Rosie replied. Why was she the one staying calm? She held her stomach with on hand, gripping the seat with the other.

   "Okay. Okay," he said, pulling into the hospital parking lot. He helped his wife inside, and checked her in. She sat down in a wheelchair, and the doctor lead them to her room. She sat in the bed, and maneuvered around so she was more comfortable.

   "Mrs. McFly, good to see you," the doctor said.

   "Glad to be here," Rosie replied jokingly.

"How are you feeling?" He asked her, setting up his clipboard.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Marty said. Rosie rubbed his back reassuringly.

"I'm fine. I'm not the one you need to worry about," Rosie joked, receiving a laugh from the doctor.

   "Okay. Okay, I'm calm," Marty said, thinking out loud. He set a hand on Rosie's forehead, pulling her hair from the spot.

   "Good," she replied. "'Cause I'm gonna need you here."

   "Whatever you need, babe. I'm right here," Marty replied lovingly.

The day continued on like this. With Marty panicking and Rosie calming him down, and with Rosie panicking and Marty calming her down. He held her hand tightly through the pain, and he never once complained.

   "Hey, Princess. You're almost there," Marty said, kissing her forehead.

   "I'm glad you're here, dumbass," she said, making him laugh. He kissed her hand when she tightened her grip.

   "I am too," he replied.

   A cry filled the room, and Rosie sighed, her head hitting the pillow.

   "It's a girl," the doctor said. The couple smiled at each other as they took their daughter to clean her up.

"It's a girl," Marty said happily. "A little you."

"We're parents," Rosie said sleepily. Marty leaned over and kissed her.

"Get some rest," he said. She nodded, moving aside and letting him sit on the bed with her as she laid back.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too," he replied, but she had already fallen asleep. The doctor brought their little girl back, wrapped tightly in a light pink blanket. The nurse handed her to Marty, then left the new father alone. Marty moved the blanket to reveal the girl's wide eyes. He smiled as she began to make noise. "Hi. I'm your daddy."

Rosie woke up to the sight of husband gently rocking their daughter and talking to her. He felt the mattresses movement and looked over.

   "Hi," Rosie said, sitting up. Marty carefully handed the baby to her. She smiled down at the baby.

   "She's beautiful. She looks just like you," he said, looking at the similarities between the two.

   "Those are your eyes," she said, leaning onto his shoulder.

   "What name did you pick?" He asked. They had decided to each pick a name and not tell the other what it was. They would see which name they liked best when the baby was born.

   "You first," she replied. They looked down at their daughter, considering the names.

   "Daisy," Marty said, and Rosie's head flipped to look at him.

   "What?" She asked softly, her smile widening.

   "Daisy," he said. "Like the flower. I think it fits in our family. What was your pick?"

   "Lauren," she replied. Marty laughed lightly.

   "If we name her Daisy Lauren, that sounds pretty damn close to DeLorean," he said, and Rosie laughed, setting her forehead on his shoulder. He kissed her head lovingly.

   "Well then, Daisy Lauren McFly it is," she said. Daisy began to cry and Rosie softly rocked her, calming her down. Marty smiled.

   "You're really good with her," he said. Rosie looked at him.

   "We'll get better," she said confidently. She then looked at her husband. "Marty, you have a final today!"

"It's okay. I'm sure my professor will understand," he said, hugging her tightly. "Besides, my family needed me."

"I can't believe we're a family," Rosie said. "This all feels like a dream."

"The last few years?" He asked. She nodded. Nothing had ever felt quite right once they arrived back. Not remembering certain things. Stores being renamed. People being alive. Things had changed, but Marty and Rosie had stayed the same.

Their daughter began to cry and Rosie softly rocked her, calming her down.

"So what hurts more, birth or getting shot?" Marty asked out of nowhere. Rosie laughed loudly.

"What?" She laughed. He shrugged.

"Just wondering," he replied. "Is this what you imagined our future like?"

"Not really," she said. She didn't want to admit that even after they had avoided the collision with the Rolls Royce, she had always feared that they would wind up in that future she had seen. But now, she knew that it was impossible. It was freeing to know that they had changed the future.

"I see... us graduating in the same year," Marty started, making wide gestures with his hands. "Walking across that stage to get our diplomas, just like in high school, only this time we have the same last name. We move out of our small house. You get a job and I become a rock star. We travel the world with my band, homeschooling Daisy for the first few years she's in school. Eventually, we settle down anywhere we want, and we can send her to a real school."

"That's a pretty heavy dream you've got there," Rosie said, not minding the fantasy. "You've got it all planned out."

"I like it," Marty said. Rosie smiled.

"I do too," she replied.