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Part Ten.

Cameron rushed into the room behind the doctors and the nurses, expecting to see Clarisse lying in the hospital bed dead. Instead she was standing up, her IV pulled out and her leads that were hooked to the heart monitor were lying on the bed.

“What?” she asked.

“We thought you’d flat lined, Mrs. Montgomery. You should get back to bed, you need your rest,” the doctor said with a sigh of relief.

“I have to use the restroom.”

“Well after you do that, get pack into bed and rest,” he replied walking out of the room after she promised she would.

“Don’t ever do that to me again!” Cameron said angrily once Clarisse was back in her bed. “I thought you were dead. Again. I don’t need to think of losing you!”

“Sorry. I had to go! Besides I’m fine.”

“No thanks to me,” replied miserably, dropping into a chair next to the bed.

“How is this your fault?”

“It’s my fault you’re here in Miami.”

“How? Ethan Raines was the psycho that was going to kill everyone. Not just agents with the agency. He had bombs rigged for almost every major city on the planet.”

“I know but I made you come with me.”

“We both know that if I hadn’t wanted to come, I would’ve stayed at home. We both know that I can win an argument if I really want to. The thought of all those innocent people dying. . .”

“Salt Lake City was bombed.”

“I know. I was there, remember?”

“Still, this is my fault. If you’d come with me on the boost- if I’d stayed at the warehouse. This wouldn’t have happened.”

“Cameron Michael Montgomery you listen to me. This is not your fault. Besides we’re going to be fine. You said so yourself. If I hear you blame yourself for this one more time, I’m naming the child Ichabod. I don’t care if it’s a girl or boy. I will name it that. No matter what you say.”

“Really?” Cameron asked with a grin.

“Really. Now go see when I can get out of here.”

“Yes ma’am.” Cameron stood and walked toward the door.

“Oh and Cameron?” she called.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not old enough to be a ma’am.” Cameron laughed and walked out of the hospital room.



Nine Months Later . . .



“Cameron!” Clarisse cried from her perch on the couch. “Cameron!” Cameron ran into the room.

“What?”

“It’s time.”

“The baby? The baby’s coming?”
“Uh-huh. We need to go to the hospital.”

“Okay. Just relax and breathe. Remember to breathe,” Cameron reminded her as he ran out of the living room, calling for Carlos and Jeeves.

“Okay. Carlos is staying here with Alexia. Jeeves has the driver on his way up from the garage. Okay. Your bag.”

“By the door,” Clarisse replied through clenched teeth as she felt another contraction.

“Right. Jeeves! Get the bag by the door!” He walked over to Clarisse and made a move to lift her.

“What are you doing?!” Clarisse shrieked.

“Carrying you to the car.”

“Oh no you’re not! What if you drop us?”

“I won’t.”

“I know you won’t! That’s why I’m walking to the car myself. Move!”



69 Minutes Later . . .

“You have a baby boy,” the doctor said. “The nurse is going to take him and have him cleaned off, and he’ll be back to you in a few minutes.”

“A boy. It’s a boy,” Clarisse said, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks.

“What are you going to name him?” Cameron asked.

“I was thinking Michael. Or Cameron Michael Montgomery, Jr.”

“That’s an awfully long name,” Cameron replied.

“Michael Austin?”

“Michael Austin Montgomery . . .” Cameron pondered. “I like that.”

“You don’t think it sounds weird?”

“No. I like it. I love you, you know.”

“I know you do, cam. If you ever love me half as much as I love you, I’ll be the happiest woman on earth.”

“I love you more than you love me,” Cameron replied.

“How do you know?” Clarisse asked.

“Because I was going to let you name the baby Ichabod if it would make you happy,” he grinned at his wife.

“You were? I still might you know.”

“Go right ahead.”

“Cameron!”

“What?! I thought you liked that name.”

“I was joking. I would never name a child Ichabod! That would be cruel!”

“You want to know what would really be cruel?”

“What’s that?”

“Not having you in my life.”

“Oh Cameron,” Clarisse whispered, pulling her husband in for a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”



“Here’s your precious little boy,” the nurse said handing him to Clarisse. “What are you going to name him?”

“Michael Austin Montgomery.”

“What a beautiful name,” the nurse said.

The Next Day. . .

Cameron and Clarisse took Michael home to meet his big sister, Alexia, who adored him. That night they had tucked Michael and Alexia in and had gone to bed themselves, they realized how truly lucky they were. They had found someone to love that had loved them in return. And they got to be themselves and were still loved. That was amazing in itself. Children were just an added bonus. What more could a person want than true love?



Author’s Note: I’m sorry if this seems kind of rushed toward the end, but I was having trouble writing it. Writer’s block was kicking in, so when I had an idea I just wrote. And to anyone named Ichabod, I’m sorry I don’t mean to insult you. And to anyone who plans to name his or her children that, I don’t mean to insult you either. J I want to thank everyone who read this and reviewed- it really means a lot to me. Even the criticism! I hope you enjoyed reading it.



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