A Baby Changes Everything Part III (END)
Third and final installment of A Baby Chances Everything fer my friend langstonlover!
Four Days Later at Crazy Woman Ranch...
Rafe stood in the kitchen holding a coffee cup. JT had been sleeping most of the day now, so it was up the older cowboy to make breakfast. Which was coffee and that was it so far. Joe may fun of JT's cooking, but at least it was something. Rafe sighed. 'It's almost over.' he thought. Then out at least the baby will keep JT from thinking about Rock.
Rafe always liked the Irishmen even though he told bad jokes. He made JT smile so it made it bearable. But now, if he saw the other man he was gonna shoot him. No one makes the young cowboy cry and gets away with it.
Rafe was jolted from his thoughts by a chocked off yell. “JT!” he yelled, pulling his gun from his holster. Running to the room he stopped at the threshold with Joe coming up behind him.
JT was standing by the window clucking his over grown belly. Beneath him was a large puddle of what looked like water.
“JT?” Rafe was afraid to what happening. He wasn't do til a week or two and Ann and the doctor weren't here.
JT looked up at the two older men. He looked terrified. “Rafe? Joe? Wha..” he didn't know what to ask.
Surprisingly, it was Joe who was the first to snap outta the trance that they'd fallen into. “Rafe, move,” the gray haired man moved around the shell shocked cowboy. “Okay pup, yer gonna wanna lay back on that bed. It's time, no matter how much we all wish it wasn't.” JT just nodded and with the oldest man's help he made his way back to the bed and laid down.
Rafe finally stepped over the threshold. He sat on the bed next to the young cowboy. Grabbing JT's hand and squeezes a bit. “It's gonna be okay JT. Ann's gonna be on her way here. She's only a couple hours away and you can do this. And me and Joe are gonna help as much as we can.” he smiled at the kid hoping to calm him down a bit.
JT nodded, smiling a little back the who raised him squeezing his hand back. “Thanks Rafe. Just kinda nervous, ya know? I mean, I'm gonna be having a baby. And the only one here who's had'a kid ain't here.” He turned and looked out the window at the bright cloudless sky. 'And the daddy ain't even here fer the birth' he thought sadly.
A couple of hours later...
“ARG! OW! GODDAMMIT!!” JT dropped back on the bed panting. The contraction were only a couple minutes apart now. They all knew that meant the baby was almost here and Ann still wasn't back yet. Rafe was really starting to get worried. Not only for JT, but for Ann. She was supposed to be back by now.
“Yer doin' good kid. 'Member ta breathe through the pain.” Joe said as he wiped the kid's forehead with a cloth. “Yer almost done with this and then yer gonna have a kid to spoil rotten.” JT huffed out a small laugh. The brunette shut his eyes and just tried to catch his breath.
Rafe was holding the kid's left hand with both of his. Praying to God that everything was gonna be alright.
Rafe jerked his head up for a minute before he heard the sound he'd been waiting for. Hoof beats.
“Okay JT, just wait here for a minute. Ann's back, gonna go get her, okay?” JT just nodded feeling another contraction about to start.
Rafe nodded to Joe before running out of the room and out to the pouch. God, Ann was like an angel at that moment. Rafe finally relaxed a little, until he spotted a second rider.
For the last few miles of their journey Rock had been fight the between turning around and getting very far from Crazy Woman and speeding up to get to JT to hold him and never let him or the baby go.
But the second he spotted Rafe on the pouch Rock really wanted to run, but one look from Ann he knew that he would never be able to so much be in the same town as his family again if he ran again.
Rock swallowed hard. 'God, I hope I make it past the front door.' he prayed as Rafe was already reaching for his gun on his hip holster.
“Rafe!” Ann called out. She was smiling, glad to see the older man again, but the look on his face she knew there was going to be trouble.
Once the riders were at the pouch Ann jumped off her horse and ran up to Rafe to hug the cowboy.
“Ann, why is he back? Rafe asked, never taking his eyes off the Irishman who wouldn't look him in the eye.
Ann looked up at Rafe. “Rafe, his here because he's sorry for what he did and because this is where his family is.”
Before Rafe could say anything they heard JT cry out in pain from inside the house. Ann looked sharply at Rafe. He told her that JT went into labor a couple of hours ago. She just nodded before heading into the house with one backward glance at Rock who looked both horrified that JT was in pain and happy because the baby was coming.
Once Ann was in the house Rock get off his horse and was set on following her, but the sound of a colt cocking stopped him right quick.
“Don't even think that yer stepping into this house without either a bullet or an explanation.” Rafe's voice was cold as ice and hard as stone.
Rock finally looked the older man in the eye. With a glare he said, “Rafe, ye can shoot at me later. Right now I need JT and that baby inside that house and if ye are set on me not goin' in then I'll just have to go right through ye or ye'll have ta shoot me dead.” He was sick and tried of people telling him he couldn't see the two people he couldn't live without , including himself.
Rafe looked thoughtful for a second for a moment before he lowered his gun. Rock nodded, face still hard. He started to go into the cabin, but before he could get by Rafe a solid punch to the left side of his face, the same side Ann that had already clocked him one, Rock landed on the hard dirt with a loud cruse and hard thump.
The Irishman glared up at Rafe, who glared right back with an almost satisfied look in his eyes. “There. I can't say if JT will want ya ta stay and if he says get, you better get gone.” Rafe finished holding out the same hand he'd just planted into Rock's jaw.
Rock looked distrusting at the hand for a moment before grabbing the offer and pulling himself up. Then Rafe's words stunk in. 'What if..... what if JT don't want me here? What if he hates me now fer leaving?' Rock looked like he was gonna be sick.
“Rock?” Rafe asked, stepping back to avoid getting thrown up on. Rock shook himself outta his stupor.
“I'm okay. Let's go.” Rock nodded to himself. 'I can do this. I'm gonna be there fer JT, even if he don't want me to.'
In the bedroom.....
JT nearly broke a tooth grinding his teeth together in pain.
Finally the contraction faded. 'God, what's taking so long?' he thought, the baby should be out by now. He sure as hell wanted fer this to be over.
Breathing through the pain, JT looked to the door only to see the person he'd be waiting to see. “Ann, thank God yer here. Please get this baby outta me.”
He stopped caring if it sounded like he was whining because, dammit, he was in to much pain to care.
Ann smiled sympathetically. JT looked like he was ready to either pull that baby out himself or pass out.
“Its okay, JT. Just breathe.” she said, walking over to the end of the bed. Lifting the sheet off of the young man's legs. Ann looked where the baby was pushing it's way out of it's mother. “Okay, yer almost ready to really start pushing.”
JT slumped down into the pillows. “Dammit. I just want this to be over already.” he whined.
“Come on now, boy. It can't be all bad.” Rafe said, walking into the room. JT was about to tell him just how badly it did hurt having a baby force it's way outta something so small, but it all died on his tongue when he saw the person behind Rafe.
“Rock..Y-Yer bac- Argh! Dammit!” Another contraction started before he could ask what was going on.
Rock didn't even think about moving. As soon as he heard the boy giving birth to his child cry out he was across the room grabbing one of JT's hands end started petting his head. “It's okay, love. Just breathe.” Rock said gently.
JT cracked open an eye and stared at the other man. He was still pretty mad at him for leaving, but he did made it back for the birth of their child and it looks like someone already clocked him pretty good.
Rock looked down to where Ann sat on the small stool at the foot of the bed. “Is he ready to start pushing yet?”
The blonde woman looked up at the two. “Looks like we can start. Rafe, Joe. Go to the other room now. You don't really want to be in here.” Ann smiled.
Rafe patted Rock on the shoulder. “Take care of 'em, ya hear?” He waited until the Irishman nodded before leaving. The older cowboy followed after wishing everyone in the room luck and blessed JT in Indian.
“Okay JT. Now, I know this is gonna hurt a lot, but that's what Rock's here for. Just grab his hand and remember to breathe through the pain. Got it?” The brunette nodded, taking a deep breath before baring down.
Rock cringed when JT started to clench his hand. But he knew better then to say anything, he just told JT to keep going and breathing.
The youngest couldn't believe how much it hurt. It was like being cut in half.
Rock was trying to comfort JT. It was hard because at the same time he was trying very hard not to tell the birthing mother that he was crushing the Irishman's hand. “Yer doin' great, love.”
Rock stopped for a moment realizing that he kept calling JT 'love'. While it was true he love the young cowboy very much he still hadn't told him yet. Resting his forehead against JT's he started to tell him. “Listen JT.I love ye. I-I feel so stupid fer not tellin' ye when it mattered and running like a coward I-I love ye so much and-” The Irishmen stopped when JT opened his pained blue eyes and glared at him. Rock leaned back widened eyed as JT started yelling.
“Dammit, Rock! I get it, yer sorry and ya love me. Great! I love ya too and right now I'm havein' yer baby! So shut yer goddamn month and just tell me it's gonna be okay! And after this kid is outta me, then - and only then! - we'll talk about yer running! Got it?!” The Texan squeezed his hand to show his was serious.
Rock swallowed hard, wide light blue eyes filled with fright that the young man might just break his hand, nodded. “G-Got it, lad.”
Ann smiled up at the two of them. “Well, now that your made up. JT, honey, I need a big push, they're almost here.”
JT nodded. Pushing as hard as he could, he gripped the father's hand and started screaming.
Out on the pouch.....
Rafe hated being so far from the kid when he was obliviously in a lot of pain and needed his father, but he wasn't about to argue with Ann over it. Though every time he heard JT cry out in pain he wished that he'd punched Rock harder. It was his fault that the kid was in that much pain.
Joe looked at the house when he heard the pup start yelling something at the Irishman. The older man chuckled. “Looks like the kid still got his backbone and putting the idiji in his place.” he smiled towards the younger man.
Rafe nodded, not really listening to Joe, but to JT yelling.
Joe sighed. Rafe was very worried for the kid but he had Ann and Rock to help. Rafe just needed to calm down.
Rafe was so lost in his worry for his child that he didn't hear Joe walk up behind him until pain blossomed on the back of his head.
“Dammit Joe. What was that fer?” The brown haired man asked angrily, rubbing the sore spot on his head.
“Dammit Rafe, he maybe the youngest here and yer kid, but he's strong Rafe. Use those odd gifts of yers and pull yer head outta yer ass! He'll be more then fine once he's got that baby in his arms, okay?” Joe glared down the younger man.
Rafe stared in shock at the grey haired man. It had been a very long time since someone treated him like a child. Rafe stepped back and looked at the ground just as he was about to tell Joe that he understood two screams came from inside the house.
Joe and Rafe stared at each other before running into the house.
Back in the room minutes before.....
“A-Ann I.. can't..” JT panted as he dropped back on the bed.
Rock looked worriedly at Ann before resting his forehead against JT's sweat covered one. “Come on, love. It's almost over. Just breathe a moment then one more big push and ye'll be a mother to a beautiful child,” Rock smiled at JT as he felt him calm with his words. “And I'll be right there next to ye to rise our child into a good person just like their mama.”
JT smiled weakly at the thought. He wanted to live with Rafe and Ann like they were his parents, with Joe as the uncle he never had, with Rock as his husband and father to his child, and he wanted to hold his child in his arms and shield them from the cruel truths of the world. He wanted that, he wanted a family like the one he never fully had til he met Rafe.
JT raised up in the bed slightly. “Okay, one more time.” Ready himself for the last, and most likely the most painful, push.
The Irishman kissed JT on the forehead then the hand that still gripped him tightly. Looking at the only woman in the room he ready himself for the birth of his child.
“Okay JT. Now. Push!” Ann instructed.
JT drew a deep breath before bearing down. He gripped both the headboard and Rock's hand in a death grip. Rock nearly screamed when JT tighten his grip again. He could feel the bones in his hand grind together.
The moment the new baby freed itself into the world a loud snap was covered by the screams of the men in the room, nearly breaking the window with the combined volume followed by a thud of the body of the man who's hand was now broken.
It took almost 10 minutes before Rock was able to move off the floor and back to the edge of the bed where Ann set and wrapped his hand.
JT could barely move. The pain from giving birth flared every time he even thought of moving but mainly the new life in his arms was already sleeping against his chest and he didn't want to wake her.
'She's perfect.' he thought, looking loving down at the baby girl.
Ann said she was about 5 ½ lbs. She had a small tuff of strawberry blonde hair on her small head and large light blue eyes like her ma's.
“We still need to name her.” Rock said gently. He was tired from riding here, getting punched, having to talk with every single person about his feelings, and from having his hand broken. But for this he'd wait til JT told him what he wanted.
The new mother looked up tiredly at the other two in the room. “If its okay with Ann, I really would love to call 'er Taralee.... Taralee Charlie Langtson Mullaney.” he said with a small smile.
Ann had tears in her eyes as she nodded before she took the small bundle and left the two men to talk out what was gonna happen now.
Two Hours Later.....
Rafe hadn't been able to stop cooing over how perfect and beautiful Taralee was. She looked like her ma for sure, but he could see the Irish blood in her as well.
After Ann finally took the new baby away from Rafe to put her in her new crib that Joe and Rafe had made while she had been gone, the older man went to check on the new parents.
Poking his head in he stopped short and smiled. On the bed Rock was sitting up against the headboard with JT laying on his chest both sleeping with small smiles on their faces.
End
A/N: So there ya go! I finished a story!! YES!! And to langstonlover sorry this took so long and thanks fer being a great friend and I hope y'all like it!!
Four Days Later at Crazy Woman Ranch...
Rafe stood in the kitchen holding a coffee cup. JT had been sleeping most of the day now, so it was up the older cowboy to make breakfast. Which was coffee and that was it so far. Joe may fun of JT's cooking, but at least it was something. Rafe sighed. 'It's almost over.' he thought. Then out at least the baby will keep JT from thinking about Rock.
Rafe always liked the Irishmen even though he told bad jokes. He made JT smile so it made it bearable. But now, if he saw the other man he was gonna shoot him. No one makes the young cowboy cry and gets away with it.
Rafe was jolted from his thoughts by a chocked off yell. “JT!” he yelled, pulling his gun from his holster. Running to the room he stopped at the threshold with Joe coming up behind him.
JT was standing by the window clucking his over grown belly. Beneath him was a large puddle of what looked like water.
“JT?” Rafe was afraid to what happening. He wasn't do til a week or two and Ann and the doctor weren't here.
JT looked up at the two older men. He looked terrified. “Rafe? Joe? Wha..” he didn't know what to ask.
Surprisingly, it was Joe who was the first to snap outta the trance that they'd fallen into. “Rafe, move,” the gray haired man moved around the shell shocked cowboy. “Okay pup, yer gonna wanna lay back on that bed. It's time, no matter how much we all wish it wasn't.” JT just nodded and with the oldest man's help he made his way back to the bed and laid down.
Rafe finally stepped over the threshold. He sat on the bed next to the young cowboy. Grabbing JT's hand and squeezes a bit. “It's gonna be okay JT. Ann's gonna be on her way here. She's only a couple hours away and you can do this. And me and Joe are gonna help as much as we can.” he smiled at the kid hoping to calm him down a bit.
JT nodded, smiling a little back the who raised him squeezing his hand back. “Thanks Rafe. Just kinda nervous, ya know? I mean, I'm gonna be having a baby. And the only one here who's had'a kid ain't here.” He turned and looked out the window at the bright cloudless sky. 'And the daddy ain't even here fer the birth' he thought sadly.
A couple of hours later...
“ARG! OW! GODDAMMIT!!” JT dropped back on the bed panting. The contraction were only a couple minutes apart now. They all knew that meant the baby was almost here and Ann still wasn't back yet. Rafe was really starting to get worried. Not only for JT, but for Ann. She was supposed to be back by now.
“Yer doin' good kid. 'Member ta breathe through the pain.” Joe said as he wiped the kid's forehead with a cloth. “Yer almost done with this and then yer gonna have a kid to spoil rotten.” JT huffed out a small laugh. The brunette shut his eyes and just tried to catch his breath.
Rafe was holding the kid's left hand with both of his. Praying to God that everything was gonna be alright.
Rafe jerked his head up for a minute before he heard the sound he'd been waiting for. Hoof beats.
“Okay JT, just wait here for a minute. Ann's back, gonna go get her, okay?” JT just nodded feeling another contraction about to start.
Rafe nodded to Joe before running out of the room and out to the pouch. God, Ann was like an angel at that moment. Rafe finally relaxed a little, until he spotted a second rider.
For the last few miles of their journey Rock had been fight the between turning around and getting very far from Crazy Woman and speeding up to get to JT to hold him and never let him or the baby go.
But the second he spotted Rafe on the pouch Rock really wanted to run, but one look from Ann he knew that he would never be able to so much be in the same town as his family again if he ran again.
Rock swallowed hard. 'God, I hope I make it past the front door.' he prayed as Rafe was already reaching for his gun on his hip holster.
“Rafe!” Ann called out. She was smiling, glad to see the older man again, but the look on his face she knew there was going to be trouble.
Once the riders were at the pouch Ann jumped off her horse and ran up to Rafe to hug the cowboy.
“Ann, why is he back? Rafe asked, never taking his eyes off the Irishman who wouldn't look him in the eye.
Ann looked up at Rafe. “Rafe, his here because he's sorry for what he did and because this is where his family is.”
Before Rafe could say anything they heard JT cry out in pain from inside the house. Ann looked sharply at Rafe. He told her that JT went into labor a couple of hours ago. She just nodded before heading into the house with one backward glance at Rock who looked both horrified that JT was in pain and happy because the baby was coming.
Once Ann was in the house Rock get off his horse and was set on following her, but the sound of a colt cocking stopped him right quick.
“Don't even think that yer stepping into this house without either a bullet or an explanation.” Rafe's voice was cold as ice and hard as stone.
Rock finally looked the older man in the eye. With a glare he said, “Rafe, ye can shoot at me later. Right now I need JT and that baby inside that house and if ye are set on me not goin' in then I'll just have to go right through ye or ye'll have ta shoot me dead.” He was sick and tried of people telling him he couldn't see the two people he couldn't live without , including himself.
Rafe looked thoughtful for a second for a moment before he lowered his gun. Rock nodded, face still hard. He started to go into the cabin, but before he could get by Rafe a solid punch to the left side of his face, the same side Ann that had already clocked him one, Rock landed on the hard dirt with a loud cruse and hard thump.
The Irishman glared up at Rafe, who glared right back with an almost satisfied look in his eyes. “There. I can't say if JT will want ya ta stay and if he says get, you better get gone.” Rafe finished holding out the same hand he'd just planted into Rock's jaw.
Rock looked distrusting at the hand for a moment before grabbing the offer and pulling himself up. Then Rafe's words stunk in. 'What if..... what if JT don't want me here? What if he hates me now fer leaving?' Rock looked like he was gonna be sick.
“Rock?” Rafe asked, stepping back to avoid getting thrown up on. Rock shook himself outta his stupor.
“I'm okay. Let's go.” Rock nodded to himself. 'I can do this. I'm gonna be there fer JT, even if he don't want me to.'
In the bedroom.....
JT nearly broke a tooth grinding his teeth together in pain.
Finally the contraction faded. 'God, what's taking so long?' he thought, the baby should be out by now. He sure as hell wanted fer this to be over.
Breathing through the pain, JT looked to the door only to see the person he'd be waiting to see. “Ann, thank God yer here. Please get this baby outta me.”
He stopped caring if it sounded like he was whining because, dammit, he was in to much pain to care.
Ann smiled sympathetically. JT looked like he was ready to either pull that baby out himself or pass out.
“Its okay, JT. Just breathe.” she said, walking over to the end of the bed. Lifting the sheet off of the young man's legs. Ann looked where the baby was pushing it's way out of it's mother. “Okay, yer almost ready to really start pushing.”
JT slumped down into the pillows. “Dammit. I just want this to be over already.” he whined.
“Come on now, boy. It can't be all bad.” Rafe said, walking into the room. JT was about to tell him just how badly it did hurt having a baby force it's way outta something so small, but it all died on his tongue when he saw the person behind Rafe.
“Rock..Y-Yer bac- Argh! Dammit!” Another contraction started before he could ask what was going on.
Rock didn't even think about moving. As soon as he heard the boy giving birth to his child cry out he was across the room grabbing one of JT's hands end started petting his head. “It's okay, love. Just breathe.” Rock said gently.
JT cracked open an eye and stared at the other man. He was still pretty mad at him for leaving, but he did made it back for the birth of their child and it looks like someone already clocked him pretty good.
Rock looked down to where Ann sat on the small stool at the foot of the bed. “Is he ready to start pushing yet?”
The blonde woman looked up at the two. “Looks like we can start. Rafe, Joe. Go to the other room now. You don't really want to be in here.” Ann smiled.
Rafe patted Rock on the shoulder. “Take care of 'em, ya hear?” He waited until the Irishman nodded before leaving. The older cowboy followed after wishing everyone in the room luck and blessed JT in Indian.
“Okay JT. Now, I know this is gonna hurt a lot, but that's what Rock's here for. Just grab his hand and remember to breathe through the pain. Got it?” The brunette nodded, taking a deep breath before baring down.
Rock cringed when JT started to clench his hand. But he knew better then to say anything, he just told JT to keep going and breathing.
The youngest couldn't believe how much it hurt. It was like being cut in half.
Rock was trying to comfort JT. It was hard because at the same time he was trying very hard not to tell the birthing mother that he was crushing the Irishman's hand. “Yer doin' great, love.”
Rock stopped for a moment realizing that he kept calling JT 'love'. While it was true he love the young cowboy very much he still hadn't told him yet. Resting his forehead against JT's he started to tell him. “Listen JT.I love ye. I-I feel so stupid fer not tellin' ye when it mattered and running like a coward I-I love ye so much and-” The Irishmen stopped when JT opened his pained blue eyes and glared at him. Rock leaned back widened eyed as JT started yelling.
“Dammit, Rock! I get it, yer sorry and ya love me. Great! I love ya too and right now I'm havein' yer baby! So shut yer goddamn month and just tell me it's gonna be okay! And after this kid is outta me, then - and only then! - we'll talk about yer running! Got it?!” The Texan squeezed his hand to show his was serious.
Rock swallowed hard, wide light blue eyes filled with fright that the young man might just break his hand, nodded. “G-Got it, lad.”
Ann smiled up at the two of them. “Well, now that your made up. JT, honey, I need a big push, they're almost here.”
JT nodded. Pushing as hard as he could, he gripped the father's hand and started screaming.
Out on the pouch.....
Rafe hated being so far from the kid when he was obliviously in a lot of pain and needed his father, but he wasn't about to argue with Ann over it. Though every time he heard JT cry out in pain he wished that he'd punched Rock harder. It was his fault that the kid was in that much pain.
Joe looked at the house when he heard the pup start yelling something at the Irishman. The older man chuckled. “Looks like the kid still got his backbone and putting the idiji in his place.” he smiled towards the younger man.
Rafe nodded, not really listening to Joe, but to JT yelling.
Joe sighed. Rafe was very worried for the kid but he had Ann and Rock to help. Rafe just needed to calm down.
Rafe was so lost in his worry for his child that he didn't hear Joe walk up behind him until pain blossomed on the back of his head.
“Dammit Joe. What was that fer?” The brown haired man asked angrily, rubbing the sore spot on his head.
“Dammit Rafe, he maybe the youngest here and yer kid, but he's strong Rafe. Use those odd gifts of yers and pull yer head outta yer ass! He'll be more then fine once he's got that baby in his arms, okay?” Joe glared down the younger man.
Rafe stared in shock at the grey haired man. It had been a very long time since someone treated him like a child. Rafe stepped back and looked at the ground just as he was about to tell Joe that he understood two screams came from inside the house.
Joe and Rafe stared at each other before running into the house.
Back in the room minutes before.....
“A-Ann I.. can't..” JT panted as he dropped back on the bed.
Rock looked worriedly at Ann before resting his forehead against JT's sweat covered one. “Come on, love. It's almost over. Just breathe a moment then one more big push and ye'll be a mother to a beautiful child,” Rock smiled at JT as he felt him calm with his words. “And I'll be right there next to ye to rise our child into a good person just like their mama.”
JT smiled weakly at the thought. He wanted to live with Rafe and Ann like they were his parents, with Joe as the uncle he never had, with Rock as his husband and father to his child, and he wanted to hold his child in his arms and shield them from the cruel truths of the world. He wanted that, he wanted a family like the one he never fully had til he met Rafe.
JT raised up in the bed slightly. “Okay, one more time.” Ready himself for the last, and most likely the most painful, push.
The Irishman kissed JT on the forehead then the hand that still gripped him tightly. Looking at the only woman in the room he ready himself for the birth of his child.
“Okay JT. Now. Push!” Ann instructed.
JT drew a deep breath before bearing down. He gripped both the headboard and Rock's hand in a death grip. Rock nearly screamed when JT tighten his grip again. He could feel the bones in his hand grind together.
The moment the new baby freed itself into the world a loud snap was covered by the screams of the men in the room, nearly breaking the window with the combined volume followed by a thud of the body of the man who's hand was now broken.
It took almost 10 minutes before Rock was able to move off the floor and back to the edge of the bed where Ann set and wrapped his hand.
JT could barely move. The pain from giving birth flared every time he even thought of moving but mainly the new life in his arms was already sleeping against his chest and he didn't want to wake her.
'She's perfect.' he thought, looking loving down at the baby girl.
Ann said she was about 5 ½ lbs. She had a small tuff of strawberry blonde hair on her small head and large light blue eyes like her ma's.
“We still need to name her.” Rock said gently. He was tired from riding here, getting punched, having to talk with every single person about his feelings, and from having his hand broken. But for this he'd wait til JT told him what he wanted.
The new mother looked up tiredly at the other two in the room. “If its okay with Ann, I really would love to call 'er Taralee.... Taralee Charlie Langtson Mullaney.” he said with a small smile.
Ann had tears in her eyes as she nodded before she took the small bundle and left the two men to talk out what was gonna happen now.
Two Hours Later.....
Rafe hadn't been able to stop cooing over how perfect and beautiful Taralee was. She looked like her ma for sure, but he could see the Irish blood in her as well.
After Ann finally took the new baby away from Rafe to put her in her new crib that Joe and Rafe had made while she had been gone, the older man went to check on the new parents.
Poking his head in he stopped short and smiled. On the bed Rock was sitting up against the headboard with JT laying on his chest both sleeping with small smiles on their faces.
End
A/N: So there ya go! I finished a story!! YES!! And to langstonlover sorry this took so long and thanks fer being a great friend and I hope y'all like it!!