Alrighty guys, this is the last chapter. I know the story was rushed, but I'm wanting to write another story, and I might be making a sequel of this one, but I'm not entirely sure yet. I hope this is up to your standards and I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter Thirteen: Baby on Board

For some reason today, I feel really weird. My stomach is crazy hard. I don't know; maybe it's normal in a pregnancy. My doctor and Mom both said I'd probably feel different since I'm in my last month, but this is just beyond weird. I could have sworn I had a contraction earlier, but Aunt London said it might just be cramps or the baby moving a weird way. He does that a lot, actually. He rolls and you can see it. It was pretty cool the first couple of times but it's just annoying now.

Today, all of us were at the Tipton. Well, except for Dad. He's at work. So is Mom; that's why we're here. Caleb was playing around in the elevator, Lexy and Becky were asleep on the lobby's couch, and I'm just standing here at the candy counter, doing my best impressions of Mom.

I saw Aunt London walk out of the elevator, and she stopped by the counter. "You know, this looks really familiar," she said.

I laughed a little. "I imagine it does."

"Fifteen, pregnant, behind the candy counter. It's Maddie all over again."

"I can hear you," Mom said, from the register desk.

I looked over to the door of the elevator and saw Caleb and Britton dart out faster than bees. They're trouble makers. Just like Dad and Uncle Cody when they were younger. Dad's still a trouble maker. I guess I am too, just not as often. There's really not much I can do while I'm pregnant; that puts a downer on my trouble time.

"Caleb, Britton, don't run in my hotel," Mom said.

"It's Mr. Tipton's hotel," Caleb said.

"He owns it, but I run it. Don't run. Go play outside or something."

"We're not allowed to go out by ourselves."

"Norman will watch you. Go blow some steam; you're too hyper."

"Katie gave us a candy bar," Britton said.

"Thanks for ratting me out," I said.

"Katherine, it's 10 in the morning," Mom said. "Do not give them candy this early."

"Sorry."

I watched Caleb and Britton run outside and Aunt London picked up a magazine, looking at it with a confused expression.

"What's a polygraph?" she asked.

"A lie detector test," I said.

"Shouldn't it be called a lie-graph, then?"

I stared at Aunt London for a few seconds. "…I've met bread smarter than you."

As the next few hours went by, my stomach started feeling weirder, and now my cramps were starting to feel more like contractions. I've never had a contraction before, but I'm pretty sure that's what they are, because it's not just the inside of my stomach that's cramping, it's the outside too and my stomach gets really, really hard and it hurts.

"Mom…" I said, walking over to the register desk.

"What, Sweetie?" Mom asked.

"My stomach hurts."

"Honey, I know that but there's nothing I can do about a stomach ache."

"It's not a stomach ache, it's cramping."

Mom looked at me. "…Cramping?" she asked, putting her hands on my stomach. "Holy shit, Katie; you're hard as a rock."

"I know."

"Does it hurt right now?"

"Yeah."

"You're having a contraction."

"I don't want them. I want it to go away; it hurts…"

Mom looked at me for a few seconds, and I could tell she was freaking out on the inside. After all, this is her first grandchild and she's never had a pregnant child before. I wouldn't expect her to know what to do, delivery wise, because during the birth of us kids, she was a little busy screaming and crying.

Grandma Carey walked into the lobby, and Mom spotted her immediately. "Mom! Katie's in labor; she's having contractions," Mom said.

"Do you need a ride to the hospital?" Grandma Carey asked.

"Yes."

I felt something slide down my legs, and I looked at Mom. "What the hell is that?!"

"Your water broke," Mom said. "Watch your mouth."

"I don't think I have time to get to the hospital, I can feel the baby."

"Um… London; where's London?"

"In her penthouse," Grandma Carey said.

"Call her and tell her to get here as soon as possible. Is Cody in your suite?"

"Yes."

"I need him to help me. We need to get the babied off the couch and move them into my office. Norman," Mom said, catching the doorman's attention. "We're having a home birth in here, don't let anybody in and put the security gates down. And, make sure no news reporters get in," she said, receiving a nod.

"Reporters? I don't want people seeing me exposed in all glory," I said.

"That's why I told him to make sure no one gets in We'll arrange the furniture so no one can see from outside, don't worry."

"Mommy, it hurts…"

"I know, Honey. Mom, will you help me with the girls and then get London and Cody?"

"Sure thing," Grandma Carey said.

It took about ten minutes to get everything set up and ready. I was on the floor, against the couch and Mom was attempting to make me push, but she wasn't as successful as she wanted to be. I refused to do anything until Weston got here, and he wasn't here yet.

"Katie, you can't just not push; it'll hurt the baby," Mom said.

"It hurts! I want Weston here; he should be here for the birth of his child. His dream is to hear his baby's first cry," I said with a sob.

"Honey, there isn't going to be a first cry if you don't push."

"Katie, it's not good for you or for the baby to hold it back; when a baby's ready to come, it's ready to come and there's no stopping it," Uncle Cody said.

"But it hurts!" I shouted.

"Do not raise your voice to us; we're trying to help you now push!" Mom snapped.

I took Grandma Carey's hand as she offered it, and I took a deep breath, pushing as hard as I could. If this were the hospital, I probably would have been a bit less cautious, but this is the lobby of a hotel and I'm on the floor giving birth. How sanitary can that be? I know hospitals aren't the most sanitary, but they're more sanitary than the hotel.

"Maddie, how is she?" Dad asked as he and Weston ran past Norman.

"She's just starting to push; where were you five minutes ago?" Mom asked.

"On the way over…"

"Weston, get down there and help her. Katherine, if you don't give us your best you're grounded when we get home."

"Push," Uncle Cody said.

I pushed again and Grandma Carey moved, letting Weston take over in the hand department. I guess it probably hurt her more than it hurt me… Well, hand wise.

"Oh, Katie; he's beautiful…" Mom said as her voice cracked.

"We've got the head out, Katie; we need to work on the shoulders and that's gonna hurt a little more, but we'll get him out as fast as we can," Uncle Cody said. "Push."

I squeezed Weston's hand hard as I pushed again, and I let out a sob when I felt myself stretching out even more than before. I didn't think it was possible, but obviously it is. It doesn't hurt like I thought it would, but it's still pretty painful.

"Push again."

I whined and let out a rack of sobs, before I actually got around to pushing again. Once I felt something being forced out and a huge gush of liquids afterwards, I knew I'd become a mother. I heard the baby crying, and I looked at Mom, who was using an aspirator to suck out whatever was up the baby's nose and throat. She didn't even look scared. She looked happy. I suppose I should have felt the same way too, since it was my baby, but I just delivered a bowling ball of a child, and that's no easy task.

I watched Mom as she finished cleaning the baby's spores, and I saw her gazing down at him and taking in a good look. I kind of wished I had a camera to capture the moment. It was beautiful.

CLICK.

Oh, Aunt London always comes prepared. I'm definitely uploading that to MySpace.

Mom handed the baby to me, and I stared at him, gazing at him the same way she did. I finally understood why giving birth was so beautiful. Even though he was still kind of goopy and bloody, that didn't matter to me. He's the most gorgeous baby I'd ever seen. Well, Caleb and the twins were kind of cuter, but this is my baby we're talking about.

I never thought I could make a baby this pretty. This is truly the most special moment of my life. If only I had a… Oh, Aunt London's got one.

"Look at me," Aunt London said.

I looked at her and smiled so she could take a picture. Once she did, I looked back down to the baby. "Hi, Trevor…" I whispered.

"Trevor?" Mom asked.

"Well… Yeah… I mean, he's my real dad. I want some part of him… Besides that, it's not like I'm leaving Daddy out, his name is Trevor Zackary."

"I'm name sake?" Dad asked.

"Yeah… You've taken care of me most of my life. I figured you'd want part in it, too."

"I'm honored, Katie…"

"What about his last name? Is it Martin or Adams?" Mom asked.

"Fitzpatrick," I said.

"…What?"

"Trevor Zackary Fitzpatrick… I want him to have a part of you, too."

"Honey, he's already a part of me. He's my grandson."

"I know, but still…"

Mom nodded, and I stared at Trevor again. By looking at my son, I knew everything was going to get better. Even though this is the end of a struggle for me and Weston, it's also the start of a new life.

END.

So, I hope you guys liked how this ended... If you didn't, I'm sorry. I just didn't know how else to end it, and I'm wanting to write a new one, so I'm thinking of deleting "What I've Been Looking For" but I'm not completely sure yet. It's just a thought, I'm not saying I'll actually delete it. If I do, you'll know... Cuz, it'll be deleted lol. Anyways, what did you think?