I had left a message for Scott at the school. I picked the phone back up and dialed the number scribbled on the pad by the phone. I let it ring until it was finally picked up.

"Lo?" JC's sleepy voice answered.

"It's Sam." I could hear rustling as he sat up.

"What's wrong?"

"I need a ride. Come get me?"

"I'll be there in a few."

A few minutes later,  we were on our way to the hospital. Checking in was easier this time.

Two hours later, they were prepping me for the epidural and JC turned green when he caught sight of the needle. He quickly exited the room, only coming back in after the nurse assured him that the needle was gone.

Two hours after that, I was pushing. I had insisted that JC stay  in the room with me so I wasn't alone

When they handed me my son and asked if I had a name, I named him after his father (but with a different middle name): Scott Edward.

Scott stopped by after he was able to leave the school, and I introduced him to his son.