Thanks for the prompt chrisguy9017! I needed a push lol

Anyway, this is a futurefic. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Office or its characters.

Chapter 12: We're A Family

Pete was absolutely exhausted. The last few days had been some of the most hectic of his life, and yet his wife had had it even worse than him. He at least didn't have to go through a drug-induced, seventeen-hour labor in a cold sterile hospital room, screaming at doctors while holding onto her husband's hand in a death-like vice grip. But after all that pain and yelling and demands for ice chips, the result was well worth it – for little Charles Jamie Miller was born into the world, tiny and pink and bawling his eyes out.

He weighed at seven pounds, ten ounces: and Pete felt like the proudest father in the whole wide world.

Tonight was the first night the two new parents would be at home with their newborn son. Pete had just finished calling his mother to let her know everything was okay when he heard a sound coming from the baby's room. Thinking Charles needed to be changed again, Pete hurried into the nursery. He stopped at what he saw.

Erin sat in the rocking chair in the corner, wearing her fuzzy yellow bathrobe and cradling the sleeping baby in her arms. She was staring down at the tiny bundle of blankets while tears rolled down her cheeks, crying quietly.

"Sweetie?" Pete hurried toward her, kneeling down so he could look up into her downcast face. He felt suddenly anxious, remembering the doctors' dire warnings of post-partum depression. He placed his hand on her forearm and rubbed it soothingly. "Erin, honey, are you okay?" When Erin looked into her husband's eyes, however, she was smiling.

"I'm fine, sweetie. Sorry…" she sniffled slightly. "But it's all just starting to sink in." She shook her head slightly, her smile growing even wider. "I mean… all I've ever wanted in my life was a family," she stared down at the sleeping form of her son. "And now I have one."

She looked up at Pete, who was now beginning to smile at her. Erin giggled, "We're a family."

Pete nodded, grinning, "We're a family." He got up to his feet and leaned forward, kissing his wife on the forehead and, because he couldn't resist, leaned down to press a feather-light kiss to his son's forehead. He squirmed slightly, but slept on.

We're a family, Pete thought to himself again, smiling. Everything that Erin wanted was everything that Pete could give her.

And who would've thought? It was everything that Pete had wanted too.

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