Epilogue

"Landon, I fucking hate you! I can't believe I ever agreed to marry you! I should have just said no and flown back home! I hate you!" I screamed at him as he sat beside me holding my hand with an amused smirk.

"Princess, you're turning me on with all this naughty talk," He admitted, ignoring the chuckles from the nurses surrounding us.

"Don't you dare! Get away from me! If it wasn't for your stupid hormones in the first place, we wouldn't be here and I wouldn't be trying to get your melon-head kid out of my vagina!" I shouted loudly as another contraction hit me.

The pain rang through every part of my body and I desperately wished I took the drug when I had the chance. But no, I just had to be tough and say I could handle the birth without them.

I'm an idiot.

"Sophie, we've been over this. My head is normal sized."

I turned towards him with an angry glare. I'm trying to get his kid out of my uterus and he's cracking jokes?

"If you think we're ever having sex again, you are sadly mistaken," I growled when he sent me another twinkling grin.

"If I remember correctly, it was you who attacked me that night and you were enjoying yourself very much," He replied with a wink.

"Landon, I hate you! I hate you! Stop smiling! Landon!" I continued yelling when he patted my hand and walked away to talk to the doctor who just entered the room with an amused smile on her lips.

"Sophie, how are you doing tonight?" Stupid doctor with her stupid smile and stupid clipboard.

"Get this thing out of me!"

The room all shared a laugh as I continued ranting about how it was Landon's fault for getting me in this predicament and how I was planning on kicking his ass after his child left my womb.

Landon and I got married a week after our whole airport fiasco – which the press had a field day with by the way – and went on our honeymoon where he did exactly as he promised: made all the troubles we had worth it. That wasn't where we got pregnant, of course.

Actually, as Landon promised, we waited until I was ready because I absolutely refused to be a pregnant teenager. Thus, on our four year anniversary, I got the chance to tell Landon that we were blessed with a child.

So obviously instead of going back to Jacob as I had originally planned, I stayed with Landon in Hong Kong where he not only took over his dad's business but also bought me a mansion near the outskirts of the city. Needless to say, I was much more comfortable.

Unlike now.

"Why won't this baby get out?" I cried in agony as the contractions got closer and the pain started to become unbearable.

"I guess he's stubborn, like his mom," Landon teased from beside me. I glowered at him and grabbed his hand as pain soared through my limbs again. My eyes shut as my aching body tried its best to release the child from me.

"Ow, princess! I need my hand, you know." I couldn't help but let out of breathy laugh at his pain.

"Landon," I whispered as I leaned back on the bed when the contraction ended. His eyes softened and he leaned in towards me to offer me kiss which I accepted readily. "I love you."

"I love you too princess," He murmured into my ear as he stroked the strands of rebellious hairs out of my face.

"I'm sorry for being such a-" I stopped in my apology as another contraction shook through my body. "Get it out! Get it out!" I screamed with tears streaking my face. Landon held my hand as the doctor instructed me to start pushing.

Didn't the stupid bitch know I was pushing?

Before I knew it, I was screaming at the top of my lungs and clinging onto Landon's slightly purple hand for dear life as the hospital staff continued to tell me to 'push' and 'breathe'. As if I wasn't already doing that.

In a split second, three things happened: I felt a relief in the pain from my lower region, a baby's cry echoed louder than my scream and light cheers celebrated around me. I opened my eyes and saw the doctor holding a tiny body covered in blood while telling my husband of five years to cut his umbilical cord.

I couldn't help but gasp as the nurses cleaned his little body and wrapped him up in a blanket fit for infants. The noise in the room seemed to disappear as I waited for the child to reach my hands.

Why were they taking so long? Didn't they realize I needed to hold my baby?

It seemed like forever but the nurse finally brought over a small bundle to my bedside and handed it to me.

I looked down and was immediately reminded of Landon's baby pictures. He had thin strands of hair peeking underneath the blanket that looked almost identical to his father's wild spiky hair. His eyes were still shut but I knew instantly they were the dark shade of brown that Landon and I both shared. I watched as the boy's tiny but pouty lips opened in a yawn.

Tears of joy welled up in my eyes and when I glanced at Landon, he had an amazed look on his face – as if the child in my arms was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen. For some reason, I couldn't help but agree.

"What should we name him?"

"I don't know," I whispered, barely paying attention to my husband and focusing on the baby's gentle breaths instead.

"Fallon," He suggested.

I turned my head towards him. "What? Why? That's such a weird name."

"Fall-on. Like when you fell for me!" Landon smiled stupidly at his pun.

"You seriously make me question why I married you sometimes."

Landon's smile fell and he breathed out in a look of concentration. "Then what do you suppose we name him?"

"How about… Dixon?" I was only met with laughter and when I looked over at Landon, it seemed as he was about to pee his pants. I had the urge to offer him a diaper.

"Princess, that's even worse than Fallon! Do you even know how much he's going to get made fun of? No way in hell am I letting you name my child dick-son."

I rolled my eyes at his immaturity. "You're so stupid, Landon. You and I both know that's a dumb reason. It's a perfectly good name!"

"You shot down Fallon so I shoot down… dick-son," He replied before bursting out in laughter again. I smacked his arm which slightly jostled and woke the baby.

He looked at the two of us with his wide almond-shaped brown eyes and I felt my heart melt. They seemed so innocent and loving; I felt tears well up in my eyes again.

Then, Landon tickled the baby on the foot that was sticking out of the blanket and a tiny grin appeared on his face. Immediately, his eyes changed to the familiar twinkle Landon normally had.

"Oh great, he's going to be just as bad as you," I sighed when I saw the father and son bond through silent looks.

"That's my boy!" Landon proudly announced with a cheeky smile when I rolled my eyes again.

"Great so he's going to be a slut like you," I muttered.

"Chase!"

The area between my eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, I turned towards his outburst. "What?"

"We should name him Chase."

"Why?" I had the feeling I didn't want to hear his reasoning…

"Because the girls will be chasing him around," Landon said as if the answer should have been obvious.

I gazed at the child in our hands and knew without anyone else's opinion that this child was going to be good-looking. Already, with his father's dominant features, I could tell he was going to be as handsome, if not more, as his father.

"Chase is a good name," I replied.

The room became silent as Landon stood by me, stunned. I glanced at him and his eyes were wide with shock.

"What?" I asked.

"You didn't disagree with me," He stated with surprise still in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes. "Surprising, I know."

"Well then, Chase it is. One of the only things we can agree on."

I watched as Chase opened his eyes again and gave us another grin with sparkling eyes. I nodded at Landon's statement.

I had no problems agreeing on how perfect Chase was.

A Note This story is dedicated to my best friend who forced me to re-write this and better be thankful for it because I didn't work on anything else besides this for two weeks. That leads me to my next matter. I know I haven't updated TSB:F and TLT in a while and I'm sorry. I blame it on life and a bunch of other stuff. I promise you, my loyal readers, that I will finish them... I just need a little break from them. Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. Please take some time out of your business schedule and review :)