"Whoever said this shit was beautiful, has the most fucked up, distorted definition of the term I have ever seen."

Dropping back against the pillows behind her, Isabella gasped for breath while doing her damnedest to glare at him. "Peter..."

Not hearing the warning in her voice, Peter looked over at her, "no, seriously, this shit is all kinds of creepy."

Glaring a little harder, she growled and crooked a finger at him, grabbing his shirt when he was close enough to get her hands on. Nose to nose, "there is a PERSON comin' out my crotch that YOU put there. Shut the FUCK up before I make sure it don't EVER happen again."

Hit with another contraction, she let him go and curled around herself, pushing for what had to be the millionth time. She had been in labor at this point for going on 20 hours and she was sick and fucking tired of the kid being inside. Voice strained but no less pissed off mommy sounding, "come on you stubborn little bastard, get out so you can go to you father."

It took another fifteen minutes, five more threats of castration and two more pleas to the baby before the room was filled with the sounds of a baby's first cry.

*X*

In the waiting room, there was a very large congression of people waiting on news if the birth. Peter knowing that, he made his entrance in the most dramatic way possible.

Throwing the doors open, leaving his arm spread wide, he had a proud, beaming smile on his face, "It's a boy."

The room erupted into whistles and cheers, Miss. Whitlock getting up and going to her baby, wrapping him up tight in her arms.

Returning the embrace, "and both Mama and baby are doin' just fine."

Pulling away and looking up at her son, "and what is my little grandbaby called?"

Smiling at the pride in her eyes, "Parker Jay, Ma'am." Then he cocked a brow at her, "wanna go see 'im?"

Scoffing at the playful look, "does a bear shit in the woods? Take me to meet my boy."

Chuckling a bit, "yes, Ma'am." Looking back at the room, "he's still gettin' checked over, so only three at a time till he gets taken back to his mama. Who else wants to come?"

Jasper and Mr. Whitlock both stood up and followed Peter, who was escorting his mama through the door, back to where the newest member of their family was getting a bath and all that before he was taken back to his mother once she was moved to her postpartum room.

Stopping at the window to the nursery, Peter pointed his son out to his parents and big brother, "There he is, puttin' up one hell of a fight against wearin' a diaper."

Bev giggled a little, "you didn't like 'em either, Peter. You kicked your daddy in the nose I can't tell you how many times when you was a baby." Then she tisked, "my lLrd, he is just about the most precious little baby, Peter."

Smiling wide as he leaned on the railing below the window, "thank you, Mama."

"Mr. Whitlock?" The nurse giggled a little when three sets of eyes turned her direction. Scratching her temple, "I meant the daddy of the newborn."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Isabella is still being moved to her new room so it's gonna be about twenty minutes or so before the baby will be taken back to her. Do you want to come in and see him?"

When Peter nodded, he was asked to show his wrist band, and then was allowed into the nursery, his baby boy pointed out to him and left to get acquainted. He wasn't dumb enough to get between that baby and his mama though. Once she was seated in the rocking chair with Parker in her arms, Peter leaned against a counter that was next to it and just watched his mama rock his son, all kinds of thoughts and visions dancing through his mind, the foremost being how long after this should he wait before he asks his girl to marry him.

*X*

"Uncle Japser?"

Smiling at the fact his nephew still couldn't pronounce his name, Jasper leaned his head back and looked up at the spitting image of his little brother when he was four, if he had brown eyes, that was sitting on his shoulders. "What's up, little man?"

Confused beyond belief, Parker tilted his head to the side and gave him the finger, "what does that mean?"

Covering Parker's hand before his mother saw that shit and had his hide, Jasper shook his head, "don't do that."

"But you did."

Looking around for his tiny little sister in law, Jasper sighed a little, "That means... um..."

"That your Uncle Jasper is an idiot, and your mama gonna whoop 'im."

Turning to the very amused face of his brother's best friend, Jasper groaned, "fu...dge."

Alistair snorted hard before laughing just as hard, "you gonna get it, Jazz. If them two can keep it clean 'round that boy, you certainly can." Looking up at the tyke, "Your mama lookin' for ya, Parker."

"Am I in trouble? Uncle Japser was the one that wanted to leave where mama said to stay."

Smirking at Jasper, "Then I guess it would be Uncle Jasper that gonna be facin' her wrath when ya'll get back. She just about ready to rip her hair out 'cause aint a one of ya said you was gonin' anywhere." Then he locked his eyes in Jasper's, "And ya daddy out lookin' for ya too."

There was no stopping the forbidden word from escaping Jasper's mouth at that.

Before there was any chance to head back, Jasper caught sight of Peter heading their way on Spirit, since Rocky had been retired out, and looking relieved while at the same time, ready to murder him.

Peter glared at his brother when he was closer, "Isabella gonna have your hide, Jazz. Any reason ya didn't open your mouth and say you was takin' him out and lettin' her think he wondered off? She's in an uproar you ain't ever seen before."

Before Jasper could say anything, Parker cut the tension right out of the air with a call of "Daddy!"

Glaring at Jasper just a second longer, Peter turned to his son, a flat look on his face, "you in for it too, Youngin. You know better than to leave without tellin' your mama where you goin' first." Once he nodded, Peter plucked him off Jasper's shoulders and settled him in front of him of the saddle. Looking back at Jasper, "Word of advice, wait a bit before you head on back 'cause my wife ready to kill you."

Once Jasper nodded, Peter tapped the horse's sides and turned him in the direction of his frantic wife, giving his son an ear full for taken off until he was once again in his mother's sights.

*X*

Once she calmed down, Isabella took Parker to the stands to watch his daddy in the final round of the Nationals. When she was joined by Alistair and Jasper, she cracked Jazz upside the back of the head and helped her son up on to Alistair's shoulders so he could see.

It was the last event of the competition and so far, Peter had done very well. She wouldn't let Parker watch him ride the bull but had agreed to let him watch the saddle bronco round.

When Peter was called as the next rider, Isabella smiled up at her baby boy, "you 'member how to count to eight, P.J.?"

Grinning at her, Parker nodded, "yes, Mama."

"And do you 'member what daddy said about that number?"

Smiling bigger, "yes, Mama. It takes 8 seconds to win."

Nodding at him, Isabella turned back to the corral at the sound of the buzzer, blowing a loud whistle when the gate opened and Parker began counting out loud...

"One..."

Fin