Prologue
Jake, now twenty-one, paced the hallways of the hospital outside room 455. Rose was in there, screaming from time to time. The nurse had come out and told him to just stay put, they'd call when they were ready. Almost eight years had passed since the time Rose had found out about him being the American dragon. During this time, Rose and him had gone out, and just last year he had asked her to marry him. She had accepted. Trixie and Spud had finally gotten engaged but still they need to figure out a day for the wedding. Now Rose was in this room, in labor, about to give birth to their first child. He had no idea what it would be, cause Rose had insisted it stay a surprise. A nurse walked towards him.
"Mr. Long?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"Your wife is ready to give birth," she said. "Would you like to help us, by keeping her calm?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Jake," panted Rose. "Thank god you're here."
"It's ok," he said. "I'm here, just calm down."
"It hurts," she said.
"It's gonna hurt," said Jake. "But think of the little child you're about to receive."
"Ok," said the nurse. "Rose, we need you to push as hard as you can."
"What?" she said.
"The baby's ready to come out," said the nurse. "Now push."
Rose pushed as hard as she could, until she was out of breath.
"Ok, I can see its head," said the nurse. "Just a little more."
Rose pushed, but this time she screamed.
"Oh it hurts," she screamed. "Is it out?"
"One more should do it," said the nurse.
"I can't," moaned Rose.
"Rose," said Jake. "One more time, then it's all over."
She nodded and pushed. Then the room was filled with the crying of a new baby boy.