The past two weeks had been hectic. The whole time I was either freaking out that my time was getting shorter, or indifferent about the situation because Chris was always there to melt away my fears. The last week before I was due, I got put on bed rest. That wasn't fun. I did one freak out too many and nearly cost my baby's life. What was worse was that the whole entire school knew what was happening now. My parents accidently let it slip during a parent teacher conference about my behavior. Now, I was getting calls like crazy from people that I didn't even know. My parents were pissed at themselves and I was pissed at them.

On friday, Chris carried me out to the shed in his back yard. We were neighbors so our parents had knocked down the fence that separated the two yards. That was the big bang I heard that one day. I didn't know why he took me there. Right when we stepped out, I automatically noticed that it had moved places. It was inbetween the two houses. Both sides of it had been knocked out and connected the houses. I remembered walking by a door that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was really warm in there. The place had completely changed. It was bigger.

"Our dad's worked on this the past few days. They insulated it, added a second part to it, and built rooms. They even installed plumbing." I looked around. It looked exactly like an apartment. There was even carpet on the floors.

"What's all of this for?" I asked in awe.

"This is where we are going to be living," he said smiling at me. I just stared ot him. "I told your dad that I liked you the day I kissed you. I was going to tell you how I felt, but you beat me to the punch. He wasn't mad at me and my dad just smiled. They took down the fence and waited for your answer. When I told them what you said, they started on this little project."

"So...they approved?" I asked stunned. I had always known my dad to be homophobic. I guess I was wrong about him. I judged him wrongly and would need to appologize to him when I got the chance.

"Yeah, it surprised me too," he admitted. "But, I was glad that I got your dad's approval to tell you how I feel." He hugged me closer. I smiled into his neck, but my expression rapidly changed. I took in a short gasp of air. "Zane?" he asked worried.

"I think it's time," I managed out. He just stayed where he was and didn't say anything. It was hard to look at his face so I couldn't read his expression."Chris?" He didn't answer. He couldn't break on me now, I needed him badly. "CHRIS!!" I yelled.

He turned on his heels and sprinted to the house. "It's time! It's time!" he yelled all the way to the house. After that, everything went into a panic. My dad was calling Dr. Cummings, my mom and Chris's mom were trying to get me to calm down, Chris was trying to regulate his breathing and heart rate, and his dad was getting the car.

We pretty much sped all the way to the hospital. The doctors were outside waiting when we arrived. Everything was just a blur. Next thing I knew, I was in hospital clothes holding Chris's hand with the doctors telling me to push. It seemed like hours had gone by. Then-

"I can see the head!" exclaimed Cummings. Where the hell was that kid coming out from? I kept on pushing, but it was hard and painful. "Come on Zane. One more and make it count."

I couldn't. I was too tired. Chris was urging me to continue. That was easier said than done. I could only shake my head. I didn't have the strength to go on.

"C'mon Zane, you have to. Do you know what will happen if you don't?"

I didn't, but the way he said it gave me the strength to push the kid out of me. I heard crying and the doctors and nurses all congratulating me. Chris cut the ambillical cord and came to my side. He was holding my flesh and blood. He put him in my arms and supported them. He was beautiful.

I looked up at Chris. He was looking down at me. He bent down and kissed my forehead. "Good job," he whispered. I smiled wider and fell to sleep. I still felt him holding me and the baby.