Being In The Band
Being In The Band
©1999-2000
By Sarah
Epilogue

        "No, no, no, stop, stop, stop.  Nick, what the hell was that?"
        "What, Fatima?"
        "You know what I'm talking about.  What the hell was that move?"
        "It’s called the Nick twist."
        "You’re an idiot, Kaos."
        "Shut up, Kevin, you’re just angry that you’ve never thought up anything like that."
        "Both of you be quiet.  Nick, stick with the real moves, please?"
        "Yes, Fatima."
        "Good, from the top, guys, five, six, five six seven-"
        "Hey, Nick, phone for you."
        "Dammit, Tommy, I said no interruptions!"  Fatima exclaimed, turning to see Tommy standing in the doorway of the practice room, holding a cell phone.
        "I know you did, but I think that Nick might want to take this call," Tommy said, holding out the phone.
        Nick ran over to Tommy and grabbed the cell phone, pushing the bangs from his growing out hair cut out of his eyes.  "This is Nick."
        "Mr. Carter, this is Orlando General.  We have-"
        "I'm on my way!"  Nick exclaimed, snapping the phone shut.  He ran out of the studio as fast as he could and jumped in his car, flooring it to the hospital.  He ran up to the entrance and straight to the elevator, pressing the second floor button.
        "Nick, thank God, we were shopping downtown when she just collapsed," Leighanne said as Nick hurried off the elevator, both her and Kristin looking slightly panicked.
        "Where is she?"  Nick demanded, looking around.
        "She’s in room two," a nurse said from the counter without looking up.
        Nick smiled at Leighanne and Kristin before bounding off and hurrying into the second room.
        "What the hell is going on, why can’t you make the pain stop?!"
        "We’re can’t, ma’am, it’s too late for that."
        Nick smiled and stood in front of the person on the bed.  "Hey, baby."
        "Oh, Nicky, tell this bastard that this hurts like a bitch!"  She yelled, her last word coming out more like a scream.  He smiled and kissed her forehead, carefully pushing the strands of damp hair away from her face.
        "Its ok, baby, I'm right here," he whispered soothingly.
        "Ok, Mr. and Mrs. Carter, we’re almost set," the doctor said as she stood at the base of the bed.
        "Nicky, this hurts, it hurts so bad," she whined.
        "I know, baby, I know, it’s almost over," Nick said, holding her hand and grimacing as she took a death grip of it.
        "Liz, I need you to breath and push for this one, you’re crowning," the doctor said.
        Nick just stared at his wife as she screamed and panted, pushing with all her might.  She finally stopped and he snapped out of his trance as a cry pierced the room.
        "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Carter, it’s a boy."
        Liz looked up at Nick and tears started falling out of the corners of her eyes.  "It’s a boy, Nicky, a little baby Nicky," she said, crying.
        Nick could only smile.  "I love you, Liz," he whispered.
        "I love you too, Nicky."
        Nick squeezed her hand, her wedding band he’d placed there two years before touching his own.  It had been four years since she’d finally agreed to listen.  He was happy she did.

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