"Alright Sara, sweet girl it's time to get out of the bath," I say grabbing the towel.

Like her father, my little girl loves the water. Lindsey recently put a pool in our back yard and he's debating on teaching her how to swim or not. But she's a little fish. Bath time is no exception, she enjoys splashing around and playing in the water.

She climbs out in my arms, I dry her off and when I go to stand up I wince. My back has been hurting on and off and I've had a few cramps but nothing too horrible. It comes with being nine months pregnant. The doctor says I'm due any day now.

"Momma are you okay?" Sara asks seeing my distress.

"Yes, I'm fine." I breathe out.

"Oh, okay." Sara says putting her puppy pajamas on.

"Have daddy tuck you in," I say to her.

"Will you sing my song?" She looks up at me with her big brown eyes and you can never say no to them.

"Of course, I'll meet you in your room. Go get daddy he's in the living room." I smile.

As she leaves, another cramp hits more forcefully and I decide that they may not just be cramps. When it subsides I go sit on Sara's bed and very quickly I decide I can't sit., and I know I'm in labor. Before I can move, Sara runs in and Lindsey joins her, guitar in hand. I wrote Sara as a gift for my baby girl knowing how hard it'll be for her when the new baby comes.

"Ready?" Lindsey asks as I nod and say a quick silent prayer to get through this song.

Wait a minute baby

Stay with me a while

Said you'd give me light

But you never told me about the fire

Drowning in the sea of love

Where everyone would love to drown

But now it's gone it doesn't matter

What for when you build your house

Call me home

And he was just like a great dark wing

Within the wings of a storm

I think I had met my match

He was singing

And undoing

And undoing the laces

Undoing the laces

Said, Sara you're the poet in my heart

Never change never stop

But now it's gone

It doesn't matter what for

But when you build your house

Call me home

Hold on the night is coming

And the starling flew for days

I'd stay home at night

All the time, I'd go anywhere

Anywhere, anywhere

Ask me and I'm there, I care

In the sea of love

Where everyone

Would love to drown

But now it's gone

They say it doesn't matter anymore

If you build your house

Then please call me home

Sara you're the poet in my heart

Never change and don't you ever stop

Now it's gone not it doesn't matter anymore

When you build your house

I'll come by

Sara

Sara

There's a heartbeat and it never really died

It never, never really died

Oh Sara

Would swallow all your pride

Would you speak a little louder

Singing all I ever wanted

By the time I finish, she's out like a light. Lindsey' helps me up and we both kiss her goodnight.

"Angel, I'm going to go get a drink and start winding down for the night. DO you want anything?" Lindsey asks

"Hot tea, please. And bring it up here. I'm going to clean Sara's bath mess up and take my own." I say holding my back

As I'm cleaning the water up with her dirty towel, more rushes down my leg and a groan sneaks passed my lips.

"How the hell did she get water all the way over here?" Lindsey asks placing my tea on the sink.

"She didn't," I say and suddenly overtaken by a sharp pain. I let out a cry and hunch over.

"Steph..." Lindsey says, I just nod.

"Should I call Robin?" Lindsey asks.

"No, AGH FUCK!!...Chr-ris-teen. Robin h-hasn't be-en feeling well." I say pain coursing through my body.

"Alright, let's get you to our room and changed. I'll call from the phone in there." Lindsey wraps his arms around me and gently leads me to our bedroom.

While Lindsey calls Christine, I change into a red silk nighty and robe.

"Son of a Bitch!" I yell leaning over our bed and swaying my hips.

About fifteen minutes and three contractions pass when Lindsey looks at me. "Steph, it looks like your contractions are about five minutes apart."

"Christine better hurry up," I say standing up and leaning onto Lindsey.

"I'm here. Go have a baby." Christine says from our bedroom door,

Lindsey grabs the camera and the baby bag and both Chris and Lindsey help me down the stairs. Sitting in the car is absolute torture. The pain is unbearable and sitting just hurts.

"FUCK! Hurry up." I scream

Arriving at the hospital I'm admitted and when I'm checked I'm at eight.

"Not long now, I'll be back to check on you soon. Is this your second baby?" The maternity doctor on staff asks.

"We have a little girl. She's four." I say rolling onto my left side to try and take the pressure off of my back.

Lindsey takes the cue and starts rubbing my back. The nurse hooks me up to an IV and then I'm overcome with a lot of pressure and pain.

"Agh! I've gotta p-push." I say quickly rolling over.

"it's alright Mrs. Buckingham. Do what your body tells you." Another nurse says getting between my legs.

I begin pushing and very quickly the doctor takes over for the nurse.

"Very good, keep pushing Mrs. Buckingham." The doctor coaches.

"FUCK!!! Why is this so hard!!! AGH!" I scream

"Angel, you're doing amazing. I can see the head." Lindsey cheers.

"I can feel the head...fuck...fuck...fuck," I yell, the burning is terrible. When I feel myself rip, I let out a loud scream.

"I didn't tear with Sara. FUCK!" I sob.

"That was the shoulders. Next push the baby will be here come on Mrs. Buckingham." The doctor says.

"It hurts so much." I cry and push one more time.

Nothing compares to the Euphoria of feeling new life leaving your body.

"It's a boy!" The doctor cheers.

"Oh my god. Steph it's a boy we have a son." Lindsey says s I sob tears of both pain and happiness.

"Oh Linds, a boy," I say pushing my head into his chest.

My sobs intensify when his cries echo through the room and he's placed on my chest.

"Dad, would you like to cut the cord?" The doctor asks.

Lindsey cuts the cord and I start cleaning him off.

"Alright, let's get a weight on him and length while I stitch mom up and we deliver the placenta." The doctor instructs.

"Lindsey, go with him." I plead as they start pressing on my stomach.

"Of course." Lindsey coos.

***

Moments, but what feels like an eternity later, Lindsey walks back over to me holding a little blue bundle.

"Angel, baby Buck weighs nine pounds and ten ounces. He's twenty-one inches long born on June 9th, 1979. At 10:55 p.m." Lindsey explains.

"Nine pounds! Sara was only six. No wonder I grew so much bigger and I ripped. Five stitches Lindsey." I yawn exhaustion overcoming me.

"Before you fall asleep baby Buck needs a name," Lindsey says handing him to me.

"I picked Sara's name. You name him" I smile down at my son.

"Mason. His first name is Mason. I chose Rhiannon you pick his Middle name." Lindsey says.

I gaze down at him and take him in. Dark curls and Buckingham Blues. I know they very well may change but I hope they don't. He looks exactly like Lindsey.

"Mason Morris Buckingham," I whisper looking up at Lindsey. Tears well up in his eyes

"It's perfect. Thank You." He smiles, just then Mason kicks his little legs out of the blanket and I laugh my left hand grabbing at his tiny little foot and examining it.

"He's perfect. Thank you so much." I smile wiping a tear from my eyes.

"Why are you thanking me?" He chuckles brushing his calloused guitar playing finger across our son's cheek.

"Thank you for giving me him, thank you for giving me Sara, and thank you for being here. You are a much better birthing partner than Robin. She wouldn't even touch me when I was in labor." I shake my head.

"Well good to know." He chuckles as I hand the baby back to him and sink down into the hospital bed. The post-birth euphoria fading and sleep overcomes me.

"I love you both." I say looking up at him.

"We love you too. More than you'll ever know. Goodnight Angel." Lindsey smiles leaning over and kissing my head.

***

The next day, I wake up to a little finger poking my face. I open my eyes and meet some beautiful brown orbs identical to mine.

"Hey baby, how'd you get up here?" I ask as she's sitting on my stomach. Something she's never done before.

"Nana." Sara smiles

"Nana?" I ask slowly sitting up and trying not to interrupt my stitches. As I look around, I see my parents, Lindsey's mom, and Christine. Ruth is holding Mason.

"Mom, Dad, when did you get here?" I ask.

"Lindsey called last night right before he brought you here. Right after he called Christine. There weren't any flights, so we drove. But Lindsey wouldn't tell us his name without you awake." My father explains.

"Daddy, you must be exhausted." I shake my head.

"Not as tired as you probably are." He chuckles.

"Oh, Teedee he's gorgeous. Now, what's his name?" My mom begs.

"Well, where's Lindsey?" I question shifting Sara off me.

"Right here. I know you aren't breastfeeding so I brought you a coffee." Lindsey hands me the to go cup.

"Thank God!! I haven't had coffee in six months!" I cheer.

"Do you want to tell them, or do you want me to tell them?" Lindsey asks.

"You tell them." I smile knowing it'll mean the world to him.

"Everybody, we would like you to meet Mason Morris Buckingham," Lindsey announces.

"Thank you so much," Ruth says tears in her eyes as she makes her way over to us.

"Sara, would you like to hold Mason?" I ask

"Yeah," Sara says excitedly.

I wrap my arm around her and Ruth places the baby on her lap. I move her hands a little bit and then we hear Lindsey say smile. I smile down at Sara when she abruptly looks up to her father with the biggest grin on her face. Then the flash goes off and I dip down to kiss her head.