Sam and Taylor had decided on a July wedding. It would be small but elegant, with two groomsmen and two bridesmaids. Only their closest family and friends were to be invited...
"Do we invite Hayden or not?" Taylor asked with a sigh as she and Sam went over their invite list one evening.
"Yes," Sam nodded.
"Don't you think he'll think we're rubbing it in or something?"
"Look, if we don't invite him, he'll get pissed, if we do invite him, he'll get pissed. I'd rather invite him and hope that maybe that can be considered a peace offering than not invite him and have him think that we just don't care about him anymore."
"Good call...so we invite him?"
"Definately invite him."
"What about this?" Bella asked, holding up a strapless pink gown.
"I hate pink..." Taylor crinkled her nose. "Ya know, maybe if I wasn't so damn picky, planning this wedding wouldn't be so damn difficult."
"I like blue!" Brooklynn interjected hopefully.
There was six months to the wedding and Taylor had decided to take her two bridesmaids out with her to search for their gowns.
"What are you gonna wear?" Bella asked her sister as she leafed through the rack of gowns.
"Not sure. I don't want a big fluffy foo foo dress...that's the only thing I know for definate," Taylor shrugged.
The girls browsed for a bit longer then left for another store to look in.
"Look at this one!" Brooklynn exclaimed excitedly as she pulled a dress from the rack.
It was an ice blue halter dress that stopped what seemed like just above the knee. It was simple yet elegant at the same time.
"Oooooo....I love it," Bella breathed.
"Me too...that's what we'll get...and we'll get some silvery strappy heels to match," Taylor nodded in agreement.
"Are the boys going to wear tuxes?" Bella asked suddenly.
"No. White suits, with shirts that match your dresses and a white tie. Sam and I decided to keep this whole thing low fuss. We're getting married by a justice at the conservatory, then having our reception in the ballroom of the hotel where we'll be spending our weekend honeymoon. I mean, we're practically married anyway...we're just finally making it legal.
That night, as Taylor was cooking dinner, her water broke.
"Sam! Sam!" she called from the kitchen, not wanting to move and not entirely sure what to do.
"What's wrong, love?" he strolled in from the living room.
"My water broke...I'm going to have the baby to--"
She never got to finish her thought because he ran to the bedroom, calling to her: "Don't worry...just relax, and stay calm...I'll pack you a bag, and then we're off to the--" his voice was drown out by the sound of drawers and the closest opening and shutting.
The couple made it to the hospital to record time, much to Taylor's annoyance. No matter how many times she tried to explain to him "slow down, the baby isn't coming right now," he ignored her and just replied "don't worry...relax and stay calm, okay..just breathe, baby..."
"I'll call everyone and tell them to come down," Sam told Taylor gently.
She was now laying in the hospital bed, quite irritated with him and more than ready to have the baby, which, she believed had changed its mind about being born as nothing was happening.
"Whatever Sam...do what you want...I don't care...remember, all I have to do is 'relax, stay calm, breathe, don't worry'," she spat at him shortly.
"Okay, okay...I'm sorry...I know I'm acting retarded, and I know I'm pissing you off and annoying you, but I'm excited, that's all..."
She couldn't help but smile, then leaned up and kissed him. "Just...tell everyone that we're here, and we'll call them when he's born, okay? I mean, all we're gonna do now is wait."
And wait they did. Taylor was in labor for twenty two and three quarter hours. In this time, she managed to call Sam every horrible name she had ever heard, broke three of his fingers, attempted to punch a nurse in the face, and cried constantly.
In the end, she gave birth to a seven pound, three ounce little boy. He had Taylor's light blonde hair and Sam's grey eyes. He was beautiful.
The nurse handed the infant to Taylor once he had been cleaned up and wrapped in a blanket.
"Oh god...look at him Sam..." she smiled, running a finger down the baby's tiny cheek.
"What are we gonna name him? We never officially decided," he asked quietly, watching the baby in awe.
"Draco...we both like Draco..." she grinned.
"Okay...Draco what?" he smiled back.
"You pick the middle name."
"Draco...Draco..." he thought out loud. "Draco...Draco James Mullholand."
"We'll call him D.J. for short," she grinned.
Sam laughed then kissed her forehead. "Draco Jame Mulholland," he confirmed quietly.
"Where is he?" Brooklynn rushed into the hospital room the next morning, dropping all of her gifts on the bottom of Taylor's bed, then looked around the room as if expecting the baby to be hiding somewhere.
"The nurse is getting him right now," Sam laughed.
"How are you feelin'?" Scott asked, sitting on the edge of Taylor's bed and kissing her quickly.
"Good...a little tired...but...that's to be expected," Taylor shrugged.
"Here he is, Ms. Kelso," a young nurse handed Taylor a small bundle of blankets.
Brooklynn ran over to her boyfriend's side and looked down at the tiny baby.
"He is sooooo precious, Tay....have your parents seen him yet?"
"They were here first thing this morning. Sam's dad, too," Taylor nodded.
"Ya done good, man...he's cute as hell," Scott clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Thanks," Sam laughed.
"Come here, baby," Brooklynn took the bundle from her friend and cradled him in her arms. "And what is your name?"
"Draco James," Sam told her proudly.
Brooklynn's face fell instantly. "Draco? You let her name him after a Harry Potter character?"
"Nooo...we both agreed Draco was a good name...it's different and it's strong. It has nothing to do with Harry Potter."
"You're mommy and daddy are mental, aren't they, punkin?" Brook turned her attention back to the baby, using that ridiculous voice that all adults use when speaking to a baby. "But you're just too cute for your own good, aren't you? Yes you are..."
"I thought you didn't like kids, Brook," Taylor teased with a smile.
"I don't...but I like babies...and I only like babies when I can give them back to their mommies when they start to cry," Brooklynn smiled back.
"Lemme see him," Scott took Draco from his girlfriend. "He looks like you, Sam," Scott looked down at the baby's face. "Poor thing.."