The Same Last Name
Disclaimer: This is an original piece based on a book of the same title by
Kathleen Gilles Seidel. No copyright infringement is meant and all rights for
Beauty and the Beast characters belong to CBS and the CW Network.
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, ETC. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, SCRAM!!! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE YOU!
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Chapter 20
Seven Months Later.......
Vincent crept into their bedroom at 2am, having just gotten off a double
shift. Catherine was due in 2 weeks, and Vincent was trying to get in as much
time as he could. After their son was born, Vincent planned on staying home for
a couple months, to help Catherine.
Catherine was lying on her side, a pillow wedged between her legs, a staple
she had been using for the last few months. It allowed her some semblance of
sleeping comfortably. Vincent could hear her steady, even breathing. He smiled,
and then yawned broadly as exhaustion settled over him. He took off his shoes,
and landed on top of the sheets, still in his scrubs. He was asleep before his
head hit the pillow.
He woke up to Catherine shaking him. "Mmmmmmm......not now, baby. Can it wait
till morning?"
He heard her melodious laugh. "It could, but I would much prefer to be in the
hospital when our son comes out."
"Mmmmmm......okay......" he mumbled, already falling back asleep. Suddenly,
her words hit him. He bolted upright, his eyes wide. He was now wide awake.
"You're in labor? There is still 2 weeks!"
"Vincent......you know as well as I do that babies come when they want to. I
have no control over that," she chuckled. Vincent scowled at her.
"I know that!" he growled at her. Catherine only laughed harder. Just
then, a contraction hit her, and her laughter died to a moan. Vincent instantly
wrapped his arms around her, supporting her body. Finally, she relaxed against
him, rubbing her belly.
"Oh, that was stronger than the last one. Closer, too."
"How long have you been in labor?" he questioned her. Glancing at the clock,
he saw it read 6:15.
"I woke up around 3:45 to a mild contraction. They are only about 15 minutes
apart."
Vincent jumped up, and grabbed her bag, which was sitting by the bed. He had
his cell in hand and was heading out the door when he heard, "Uh...Vincent?
Aren't you forgetting someone?"
He jerked to a stop, pivoting around to see Catherine standing in the door of
their bedroom, clutching her belly. He backtracked, and swept Catherine into his
arms. "Sorry, my love," he murmured. She snuggled against him, resting her head
on his shoulder.
They reached the hospital just as another contraction hit Catherine. She
gripped the edge of the seat, panting. By the time it ended, Vincent had rounded
the car, pulled her door open, and was pulling her into his arms again. She
mumbled, "It hurts....."
"I know, sweetheart. Soon, it will all be over and our baby boy will be
here," he said, as he carried her into the hospital. An orderly saw them coming
and grabbed a wheelchair. Vincent lowered Catherine into it, and they took off.
They made it to the Maternity Ward as yet another contraction hit Catherine.
Vincent calculated and realized that his son would likely be born in mere hours.
Catherine was put in a room, and she got into a gown while Vincent hovered,
ready to assist her. Another contraction hit her, and with that one, her water
broke. She looked at him, her eyes wide. "I got the floor wet," she said, a
comical look on her face.
"It's okay. Comes with the territory," he assured her. He assisted her into
the bed as her doctor came in.
"Looks like someone is in a hurry," he chuckled. Catherine growled.
"I want drugs!" she bellowed. The doctor bent down between her legs, checking
her progress. He sat back up and sighed.
"I'm afraid drugs aren't gonna help you. You are already at 9 cm. You'll be
delivering very soon."
Catherine reached out, and with more strength than he knew she had, grasped
his shirt and pulled Vincent toward her. "You are never touching me
again!" she growled.
Vincent tried to pry her fingers from his shirt, but she gripped it in an
iron fist. Nothing short of breaking her fingers would make her release her
hold.
"That's just the pain talking, sweetheart. You are doing great, really," he
told her soothingly. Catherine yanked harder. His face lined up with hers.
"You feel what I am feeling, and then tell me I'm doing
great!"
"Alright, sweetheart. Alright. I'm sorry."
Catherine began feeling a burning sensation between her legs. The urge to
push was strong. She followed that urge. "Vincent!! The baby is coming!" she
screeched.
The doctor heard her, and came running. He checked, and said, "Catherine, you
are fully dilated and the baby is crowning already. You need to stop
pushing!"
"But, it hurts...."she whined. Vincent took her hand.
"Squeeze my hand," he offered. Immediately he winced, as she squeezed with
almost inhuman strength.
"Alright Catherine, go ahead and.....PUSH!" the doctor ordered. Catherine
grunted and strained her body, as Vincent held her from behind, supporting her
back and neck. A couple more strong pushes and Catherine felt the baby slide
out. Immediately, she felt relief. A minute later, they heard the wail of their
newborn son fill the air. Both looked at the other, tears in both their eyes.
The doctor held up the newborn. He was red and wrinkly. His face was
scrunched up as he wailed his displeasure. "It's a boy!" he said, smiling. The
doctor handed the baby off to a nurse so he could deliver the afterbirth.
Vincent wandered over to where his son lay squirming on the table. He reached
out and gently touched the baby's wizen little cheek. Immediately, the baby
opened his eyes and Vincent swore the baby locked eyes with him. Vincent knelt
down, so he was eye level with his son. He whispered, "Little one, you have no
idea just how loved you are."
"Congratulations, Dr. Keller. My, he is a big boy. 8lbs, 3 ozs, and 20 1/2"
long," the nurse told Vincent, as he grinned from ear to ear. He looked back at
Catherine, who was resting against the pillows. Her eyes were closed.
Once the baby was washed and diapered and swaddled, the nurse gave the baby
to Vincent to hold him. The baby looked like a little red sparrow in his
father's large hands. He rocked the little one back and forth, as he stared down
at him with awe and fatherly pride. Glancing up, he caught Catherine watching
him, a serene smile on her face.
Vincent walked over, and laid the baby in her arms. Catherine looked at
Vincent, and patted the bed next to her. Vincent climbed in gently, and the
little family was now complete.
"Welcome, Vincent Michael Keller. You have no idea the journey your parents
had to take to get you. But, it was certainly worth it, and we'll be sure to
tell you when you are older," Catherine promised. She pushed the little cap back
that covered his head, and gently fingered the dark, downy hair on top of his
head. "He looks just like you Vincent!" she exclaimed. Vincent chuckled
lightly.
"Poor kid...." he deadpanned. Catherine reached over, cuffing him on the
shoulder. He winced and rubbed his injury. Looking at the baby, he said,
"Apparently, your mother is trying to pay me back for putting her through
childbirth, kiddo. She isn't usually this violent."
"Shame on you, Vincent. Our son is going to grow up and be as handsome as his
daddy, and I happen to like the way you look, Dr. Keller. Our son will be a
heartbreaker....." Catherine said.
Vincent leaned closer. "Well, I happen to love the way that you look,
so there, Mrs. Keller! I hope the next one is a girl and she looks just like
you. I love you, Catherine. Thank you for our son."
Catherine smiled and tried to stifle a yawn. She leaned against Vincent and
closed her eyes, as their son nuzzled into Catherine's chest, dozing off.
Vincent laid his head back on the pillow. He closed his eyes....
When a nurse came in a short while later, she smiled at the sight that
greeted her. Everyone was asleep on the bed, the baby laying on Catherine's
chest, and Catherine leaning on Vincent's shoulder. His head was on the pillow,
his arm curled around his wife and son. The nurse backed out quietly, not
wanting to intrude. But, a small giggle escaped her lips. Vincent was
shoeless.....
The trio slept on, oblivious.
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Disclaimer: This is an original piece based on a book of the same title by
Kathleen Gilles Seidel. No copyright infringement is meant and all rights for
Beauty and the Beast characters belong to CBS and the CW Network.
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, ETC. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, SCRAM!!! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE YOU!
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Chapter 20
Seven Months Later.......
Vincent crept into their bedroom at 2am, having just gotten off a double
shift. Catherine was due in 2 weeks, and Vincent was trying to get in as much
time as he could. After their son was born, Vincent planned on staying home for
a couple months, to help Catherine.
Catherine was lying on her side, a pillow wedged between her legs, a staple
she had been using for the last few months. It allowed her some semblance of
sleeping comfortably. Vincent could hear her steady, even breathing. He smiled,
and then yawned broadly as exhaustion settled over him. He took off his shoes,
and landed on top of the sheets, still in his scrubs. He was asleep before his
head hit the pillow.
He woke up to Catherine shaking him. "Mmmmmmm......not now, baby. Can it wait
till morning?"
He heard her melodious laugh. "It could, but I would much prefer to be in the
hospital when our son comes out."
"Mmmmmm......okay......" he mumbled, already falling back asleep. Suddenly,
her words hit him. He bolted upright, his eyes wide. He was now wide awake.
"You're in labor? There is still 2 weeks!"
"Vincent......you know as well as I do that babies come when they want to. I
have no control over that," she chuckled. Vincent scowled at her.
"I know that!" he growled at her. Catherine only laughed harder. Just
then, a contraction hit her, and her laughter died to a moan. Vincent instantly
wrapped his arms around her, supporting her body. Finally, she relaxed against
him, rubbing her belly.
"Oh, that was stronger than the last one. Closer, too."
"How long have you been in labor?" he questioned her. Glancing at the clock,
he saw it read 6:15.
"I woke up around 3:45 to a mild contraction. They are only about 15 minutes
apart."
Vincent jumped up, and grabbed her bag, which was sitting by the bed. He had
his cell in hand and was heading out the door when he heard, "Uh...Vincent?
Aren't you forgetting someone?"
He jerked to a stop, pivoting around to see Catherine standing in the door of
their bedroom, clutching her belly. He backtracked, and swept Catherine into his
arms. "Sorry, my love," he murmured. She snuggled against him, resting her head
on his shoulder.
They reached the hospital just as another contraction hit Catherine. She
gripped the edge of the seat, panting. By the time it ended, Vincent had rounded
the car, pulled her door open, and was pulling her into his arms again. She
mumbled, "It hurts....."
"I know, sweetheart. Soon, it will all be over and our baby boy will be
here," he said, as he carried her into the hospital. An orderly saw them coming
and grabbed a wheelchair. Vincent lowered Catherine into it, and they took off.
They made it to the Maternity Ward as yet another contraction hit Catherine.
Vincent calculated and realized that his son would likely be born in mere hours.
Catherine was put in a room, and she got into a gown while Vincent hovered,
ready to assist her. Another contraction hit her, and with that one, her water
broke. She looked at him, her eyes wide. "I got the floor wet," she said, a
comical look on her face.
"It's okay. Comes with the territory," he assured her. He assisted her into
the bed as her doctor came in.
"Looks like someone is in a hurry," he chuckled. Catherine growled.
"I want drugs!" she bellowed. The doctor bent down between her legs, checking
her progress. He sat back up and sighed.
"I'm afraid drugs aren't gonna help you. You are already at 9 cm. You'll be
delivering very soon."
Catherine reached out, and with more strength than he knew she had, grasped
his shirt and pulled Vincent toward her. "You are never touching me
again!" she growled.
Vincent tried to pry her fingers from his shirt, but she gripped it in an
iron fist. Nothing short of breaking her fingers would make her release her
hold.
"That's just the pain talking, sweetheart. You are doing great, really," he
told her soothingly. Catherine yanked harder. His face lined up with hers.
"You feel what I am feeling, and then tell me I'm doing
great!"
"Alright, sweetheart. Alright. I'm sorry."
Catherine began feeling a burning sensation between her legs. The urge to
push was strong. She followed that urge. "Vincent!! The baby is coming!" she
screeched.
The doctor heard her, and came running. He checked, and said, "Catherine, you
are fully dilated and the baby is crowning already. You need to stop
pushing!"
"But, it hurts...."she whined. Vincent took her hand.
"Squeeze my hand," he offered. Immediately he winced, as she squeezed with
almost inhuman strength.
"Alright Catherine, go ahead and.....PUSH!" the doctor ordered. Catherine
grunted and strained her body, as Vincent held her from behind, supporting her
back and neck. A couple more strong pushes and Catherine felt the baby slide
out. Immediately, she felt relief. A minute later, they heard the wail of their
newborn son fill the air. Both looked at the other, tears in both their eyes.
The doctor held up the newborn. He was red and wrinkly. His face was
scrunched up as he wailed his displeasure. "It's a boy!" he said, smiling. The
doctor handed the baby off to a nurse so he could deliver the afterbirth.
Vincent wandered over to where his son lay squirming on the table. He reached
out and gently touched the baby's wizen little cheek. Immediately, the baby
opened his eyes and Vincent swore the baby locked eyes with him. Vincent knelt
down, so he was eye level with his son. He whispered, "Little one, you have no
idea just how loved you are."
"Congratulations, Dr. Keller. My, he is a big boy. 8lbs, 3 ozs, and 20 1/2"
long," the nurse told Vincent, as he grinned from ear to ear. He looked back at
Catherine, who was resting against the pillows. Her eyes were closed.
Once the baby was washed and diapered and swaddled, the nurse gave the baby
to Vincent to hold him. The baby looked like a little red sparrow in his
father's large hands. He rocked the little one back and forth, as he stared down
at him with awe and fatherly pride. Glancing up, he caught Catherine watching
him, a serene smile on her face.
Vincent walked over, and laid the baby in her arms. Catherine looked at
Vincent, and patted the bed next to her. Vincent climbed in gently, and the
little family was now complete.
"Welcome, Vincent Michael Keller. You have no idea the journey your parents
had to take to get you. But, it was certainly worth it, and we'll be sure to
tell you when you are older," Catherine promised. She pushed the little cap back
that covered his head, and gently fingered the dark, downy hair on top of his
head. "He looks just like you Vincent!" she exclaimed. Vincent chuckled
lightly.
"Poor kid...." he deadpanned. Catherine reached over, cuffing him on the
shoulder. He winced and rubbed his injury. Looking at the baby, he said,
"Apparently, your mother is trying to pay me back for putting her through
childbirth, kiddo. She isn't usually this violent."
"Shame on you, Vincent. Our son is going to grow up and be as handsome as his
daddy, and I happen to like the way you look, Dr. Keller. Our son will be a
heartbreaker....." Catherine said.
Vincent leaned closer. "Well, I happen to love the way that you look,
so there, Mrs. Keller! I hope the next one is a girl and she looks just like
you. I love you, Catherine. Thank you for our son."
Catherine smiled and tried to stifle a yawn. She leaned against Vincent and
closed her eyes, as their son nuzzled into Catherine's chest, dozing off.
Vincent laid his head back on the pillow. He closed his eyes....
When a nurse came in a short while later, she smiled at the sight that
greeted her. Everyone was asleep on the bed, the baby laying on Catherine's
chest, and Catherine leaning on Vincent's shoulder. His head was on the pillow,
his arm curled around his wife and son. The nurse backed out quietly, not
wanting to intrude. But, a small giggle escaped her lips. Vincent was
shoeless.....
The trio slept on, oblivious.
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