Lee tried to not pay attention to how the cabbie was driving. New York drivers were scary enough at the best of times, and this cabbie being told to hurry because she was in labour was far from the best of times. At least when the contractions hit she was able to tune out what else was around her.

It took about five minutes after they got in the cab before Tarin's mind seemed to catch up with where they were and what was happening, telling her to breath like they had learned in their pre-natal classes. Not that it helped at the moment, when he started telling her to breath, she wasn't even having a contraction. But at least he continued with that, and when the next contraction hit, it did help.

Long before she would have expected it, though not nearly quick enough for her liking, they arrived at the mansion, and the gate was even open, waiting for them to get there. And DocProf was there waiting for them. Alight, Lee thought, maybe it had been a good idea for Tarin to call ahead when he did, because it really did not take long from that point for them to be taken inside and get ushered down to the infirmary.

The wheelchair was good. That meant that they were able to at least go at a decent speed at this point, get her down to the infirmary quickly, without having to wait for her and her waddling. Apparently something Tarin hadn't expected, since a minute later he was calling from behind, telling them to wait up. Lee looked over her shoulder, around the infirmary assistant who was pushing the wheelchair, to find Tarin rushing forward. “You better hurry up,” She said. “Because you're crazy if you think I'm doing this without you there.”

She might have lost most of her nerves and reservations about being pregnant, but not all of them completely.

OOC – SO sorry this took so long. I’m essentially moved into the house, but won’t have internet for the next week unless I can bully AT&T into getting things done sooner.

Shockingly….Lee wanted him there for the birth of their child and Tarin…almost stopped right in his tracks again. The birth. Of their child. He was having a baby…that wasn’t a surprise…that he wanted. He and Lee were having a baby , they were having a baby right now. It was overwhelming in the best kind of way and somehow the medium kept his feet going one in front of the other until he caught up to Lee and her wheelchair.

”It looks like they brought out the limo.” he said. Smiling at Doc. Suddenly, all the nerves were gone…which Tarin found strange but didn’t comment on. There was certainty there, an absolute sense of peace that everything was going to be fine. They’d done everything right since Lee had gotten home and all of the Doctor’s visits had been perfect.

Into the Mansion they went, and Tarin didn’t even take time to marvel at how amazing the place still was even after all the years he’d known it was there. Nope, his eyes were all for Lee as the assistant pushed the chair towards the elevator.

”We’re having a baby.” he said, ignoring the amused looks from the Doc and his apprentice.

They were part way down the hallway in the mansion before Tarin caught up with her. "If you call this a limo," Lee replied, trying to smile over at her husband, but it probably came out a little off because of her nerves. The nerves and worries that she had miraculously avoided for a good part of her pregnancy were now there in full force.

Tarin seemed almost as nervous as she was, out of it, as he smiled down at her and said that they were having a baby. Those simple words caused a smile to more fully cross her face. They definitely were having a baby.

It did not take long for them to get down to the infirmary, and DocProf and his assistant got started, checking her out. After that first, quick check out, DocProf left after telling her to get changed into a gown and get into the bed.

So as they left, Lee pushed herself up out of the wheelchair, looking over at Tarin, "A little help?" She asked, looking up at her husband a moment before she was hit with another contraction.

Well. Lee seemed about as happy about the whole thing as Tarin did…which meant nervous. Why had they done this again? Why had he thought it was a good idea to put Lee through all of this? Oh yeah…the baby. The little baby that was going to be born soon. Tarin was grinning by the time the doctor got them into their own little room area in the infirmary.

Then he left. The doctor dumped him and Lee into a room..and left. Who did that?! Tarin looked, terrified, the way the man had just gone, then back at Lee who was trying to get herself out of the wheelchair and asking for help.

Rushing to sand in front of his wife, Tarin grabbed her hands and helped to pull her up. Once there, he grabbed the dressing gown and held it out to her. “I’ll uh…let you do this part…but I’ll stand here in case you need me to help you stand up.” he said, feeling like that was the best idea in the world. "Then you can get into the bed." he nodded, feeling even more helpful.

Tarin looked...terrified that DocProf had left them alone in the room, even if it was just so she could get changed and into the bed. But at least Tarin was moving, helping her out of the wheelchair. And then holding the robe out to her as if that was all he was able to give her.

She did seem to be the one who was least panicked at the moment, after all. So slowly, as quickly as she was able to, Lee went about changing into the robe. Then she waddled the short distance over to the bed.

Just as the most recent contraction hit her, and instead of climbing on to the bed, Lee all but collapsed against it with a grunt of pain.

As the pain slowly receded, Lee looked over at her husband. "Get DocProf? I think this baby's coming faster than we thought."

Lee managed to get herself out of her clothes and into the hospital gown that DocProf had left for her. For some reason, he couldn’t look at her while she changed. Tarin realized how ridiculous this was, because she was pregnant and getting ready to have his baby…but the fact remained.

She was getting into the bed now, and that made him feel a little bit better, except for the part where she almost felling onto the effing floor . Tarin did a weird little dance between the bed and where the Doctor had come from. Did he help Lee, or did he go get the doctor. Lee’s words made the decision for him.

”Doc! Doc! DOC!” Tarin yelled, running more circles until the man appeared. ”How could you disappear! I think she’s going to have the damn baby on the floor!”

A few moments later…Tarin, and the very harried looking doctor appeared back in Lee’s space. Hopefully…it was just Lee, and not a baby too.

Tarin seemed to get the idea quite quickly, and started yelling for DocProf as Lee worked on straightening up beside the bed. That wasn't the end of the yelling, though Lee didn't pay much attention to the words that were actually coming out of her husband's mouth.

But then Tarin was back, though Lee had not yet managed to get herself up onto the bed. At least the contraction seemed to be almost over. "A little help here, hon?" Lee asked. Hospital beds were often hard enough to get into in general, never mind with a very pregnant and contractions.

"Let's get you into that bed, Mrs. Brooks." Lee heard DocProf's voice coming from behind her. A minute later, with help from both Tarin and DocProf's assistant, Lee was up on the bed finally and was being hooked up to machines, which quickly started beeping. "And how are you feeling?"

"How do you think I'm feeling?"

They got Lee up into the bed, something that Tarin was greatly relieved by. Going through all that to get to the Mansion would have been ruined by a baby getting delivered on the floor. Doc asked Lee how she was feeling and got snapped at in return. Tarin was glad he hadn’t been the one to ask the question, because it had been on the tip of his tongue. Apparently that was the wrong question.

” Just think!” he said, trying to lighten the mood, ”It’ll all be worth it in a little bit. We’re having a baby!”

"Well, let's see how everything's going, then."

Lee didn't even fully pay attention to the doctor at this point. Tarin was trying to swallow his nerves and be happy, trying to remind her that soon they were really going to have a baby. As if she didn't already know that. She was just too nervous and in a bit too much pain to think about the fact that her husband was trying to make things at least a little better for her.

"You are a little further along than I thought. Don't worry Mrs. Brooks, it shouldn't be too much longer. You just need to relax a bit."

Relax. Right. She could do that probably about as easily as DocProf could remember to call her Lee, not 'Mrs. Brooks'. But that wasn't a fight for right then. There were other slightly more important things to worry about. "So when do I get the epidural?" Just because she had felt a lot of pain before, and managed with it, didn't mean that she wanted to deal with it if it could be avoided.

Epidural…not much longer…baby soon…all of these things were flying through Tarin’s mind as the doctor pointed out that Lee was ‘further along’ than he’d thought. Momentarily, the Medium wanted to punch the Doctor in the face for obviously being a quack and leaving his wife when she was having a baby. It made him sweat to think what would have happened if hadn’t gone to get the man so he could do his job. His fist was balled up when Tarin realized how crazy everything he was thinking was. No matter how good hitting the guy would make him feel for the moment…then who would deliver the baby?

The baby. The baby that was coming now. Suddenly Tarin felt bad for making fun of all those guys who passed out when their wives were having babies. It was hard to remember to breathe when there was all this stuff going on. He took a couple of deep breaths and then an aide or nurse or something showed up with what had to be the needle for the epidural.

”I need a drink.” Tarin groaned, noting the size of the thing about to be poked into Lee’s spine.

(Some time later)

Lee was exhausted. Well, physically she felt exhausted, even though she did still have more than enough energy from being around Tarin, DocProf, and his assistant. It was a very odd feeling, one Lee didn’t think she’d ever felt before; the feeling of having more than enough energy to get through most, if not the whole day, yet being too tired and worn out to move.

Then, DocProf walked over with a small, blanket wrapped mass. All of those thoughts, all of her sense of tiredness, disappeared as the man leaned over and she held her son for the first time. All she could do was lay there in the bed, a happy smile on her face, as she looked down at the tiny being she held in her arms.

”Have you thought of a name yet?” DocProf asked.

But Lee didn’t hear that, she was too busy with her own thoughts. “He’s beautiful,” Lee whispered, glancing up to her husband with the smile still on her face.

Yes. Tarin was very, very sorry for every nasty thing he’d ever said about a poor innocent man who’d had to go through the ordeal he’d just faced. Watching your wife, the person you love more than pretty much anyone in the world go through what Lee had just gone through…was terrible. He was still sweating. Lee was probably pretty tired too, come to think of it, but she didn’t seem too much worse for wear. The epidural had done its job.

Tarin felt kind of like he was in an alternate dimension, watching everything going on from a distance as it occurred. For a moment he was startled, had all the stress from the birth pushed him from his body? A few quick pinches on the arms and a hand reached out to touch the wall debunked that theory and the medium breathed a sigh of relief as a blanket wrapped bundle was handed into Lee’s arms.

Slowly and cautiously, suddenly unsure of himself, Tarin approached the bed, bundle, and woman. As he got closer and peeked over the edge of the blankets, a smile to match Lee’s spread across his features. “No…he’s handsome. So freakin’ handsome.” Tarin said with a sage look.

The doctor asked if they’d picked out a name.

“Kevin. Kevin Patrick.” he said. Kevin had already been decided upon…Patrick was a whim, because well…it was St. Patricks day. He looked at Lee for confirmation he wasn’t being a dumbass, then went back to staring at the baby. This was pretty awesome.

If Lee were even halfway paying attention, she would have felt her husband walking closer to where she lay in the bed. But concidering she hadn’t even fully realized that he had left her side in the first place, that was a moot point.

Either way, Tarin was there when she looked up at him, he was there to agree with her, only not. Right, ‘so freakin’ handsome’ was so much better than simply beautiful. Lee couldn’t help it, her smile grew even wider as her eyes drifted back down to her son’s face, a finger carefully raising to gently trace along his cheek.

Then Tarin spoke again, a name, and Lee looked up at him once more. “Kevin Patrick?” She asked. They had decided on the name Kevin before that day, but they hadn’t ever really figured out a middle name. “Kevin Patrick…” She said again, this time looking down at the child in her arms. “I like it. Do you like it, Kevin Patrick?”