Liz
< 6 months after Ara's "death">
I woke up one night laying in a puddle of wetness in the bed.
"The hell is...?", I muttered, half asleep.
Then I got a slightly sharp pain in my abdomen, making me hit Bren in the arm to wake him up.
"B, wake the hell up.", I groaned.
"Liz, it's- 4:30, what the hell?", he paused, reading the clock.
I pulled back the covers and we both gasped, seeing just how large the puddle was, and the fact that it was still going.
"Wait, isn't that... oh my God. Liz, we gotta go to the hospital, you're having a baby.", he told me, clearly as confused yet panicked as I was, before getting up to go get stuff.
"Wait! Call El!", I yelled, throwing my unlocked phone at him.
"Okay, okay, babe, hold on.", he said, finding her contact.
"El, hey, we need your help."
"Me and Liz need you and Liza to come watch the kids, we have to go to the hospital."
"No, it's nothing deathly, but I think she's in labor."
"I know, I don't understand it either."
"I think the doctor made a mistake."
"Okay, thanks so much, I promise to pay you guys something for it being so last minute."
"Bye, please obey traffic laws on your way here, okay?"
"They're five minutes away, can you wait?", he asked.
I nodded painfully, standing up slowly.
I had gained a little bit of weight, but I pushed it off as nothing.
I fell on my knees when the worst contraction I would've felt that whole time struck me, making me cry out in pain.
He knew what was happening, and he sprinted to my side.
He put his warm hands up my shirt and around my abdomen, rubbing it.
"You're okay, breathe, honey. You're just fine.", he told me, as I laid my head on his chest, breathing in pain.
I felt relief just as El and Liza burst through the door.
"Are the kids up?", El asked.
"They're asleep, we're about to leave.", I winced in pain.
"I'll follow you guys to the hospital, I wanna watch this little nugget be born.", El smiled, running to the kid's room, Liza behind her.
She got the kids up, dressed and in her car.
We got to the hospital and we were immediately put in a room.
I was already at 8 centimeters.
This was going faster than I expected.
Eventually it was time to push and I did so, El and B there right by my side the whole time.
After an hour, I heard little cries, signaling that our baby was here.
"It's a boy!", the doctor cheered.
They went to clean him up and get him all clean and ready to be loved on.
Me and B smiled at each other, him holding my hand.
"I can't believe we're really here doing this. I really thought we'd lost our baby.", I told him, as he nodded.
"I know, I know, we're probably gonna have to sue that hospital.", he chuckled, as they walked towards us with the baby.
"We have a name for him, Liz?", B asked.
"Sure. I had one in mind for before we knew we were having a girl. Or thought we were.", I yawned.
"Do tell.", he told me.
"Finneas James Urie.", I smiled.
"I love that. And Finn for short.", B replied, kissing my forehead.
Our baby- Finneas came back, screaming and crying.
They wrapped him up and put him on my chest.
"Hey buddy. I'm your mommy. I'm going to give you the world and so much more.", I whispered, kissing his forehead.
He whimpered in his cries, making me cry.
He had thick, dark brown hair like Brendon's, and light green colored eyes.
elizabethurie meet little Finneas James Urie, born on November 11th, 2015 at 6:14 am. 5 pounds, 7 oz, 11 inches.
A few sleepless nights later, everyone was coming to meet little Finn.
Brendon's parents had even flown in from Las Vegas to help us out and to meet their new grandson.
"Mommy, can I hold Finny?", Max asked.
"Of course baby, make sure you're sitting properly first.", I replied.
He immediately fixed the way he was sitting and smiled.
I slowly handed Finn over to him and he held him, before beginning to quietly sing a familiar tune.
Always.
The song Brendon had written for me, but I had sung it to him for years because it was his favorite.
"Bud, why are you singing Always to Finn?", I asked.
"Because Always is for Finn too. Daddy didn't write a song for Finn yet. He deserves it.", Max smiled, admiring his younger brother.
I went to bed with a smile plastered on my face.