Molly lay on her side, her hand resting on the swell of her stomach from the baby that was growing in there. She felt really good from that orgasm that Donny had given her when he had gotten home. They weren't able to do penetrative sex, but that didn't mean that they couldn't have some fun with it. Donny was damned good with his mouth, and he loved it when Molly touched him, so she would give him hand jobs because finding a position for her to get her mouth on his cock wasn't good unless he was on her knees, and that wasn't always a thing she could do.

"Listen to your Papa," Molly said as she rubbed her belly.

Donny was singing in the shower, something he did when he was in a good mood. Molly loved that it was all it took for him to come home to them to get him into a good mood—the day had sucked. She had gotten texts from his team about things, because she was on leave already for the baby. Not on bed rest, but limited in the stress in her life, and that meant that keeping her calm was a good thing. Donny also texted throughout the day about things, but she believed the team more than him. They told her when he got a simple injury and when he got bigger injuries. When he did something stupid, and when he rescued a group of kittens from a tree because there was no ladder nearby, he could jump up and get himself into the tree with ease. They still weren't sure why the kitten had climbed into the tree like that, but there had been no one who claimed the kitten. The mother was found dead in a side yard; it looked like she had gotten into antifreeze or something like it. There had been no obvious sign. So one of the team had taken care of the mother while the rest of the team figured out what to do with the kittens, which ended up with all of them taking one. The kittens were just at the age where they could be weaned off the mother's milk, and so it was a little easier to take care of the kittens.

Trigger was the king of the house now, and he had his run of everywhere but the baby's room. That door stayed shut for now, and things were going to be interesting when they had a screaming baby to contend with as well as the kitten, but Trigger was quite happy to have Molly home all the time right now.

Donny got louder as he sang, his voice slightly off-key, but it wasn't horrible. She knew that everyone at SWAT made comments about this singing, and Molly wondered if he did it on purpose at work, and sang badly. He wasn't an intentional pop star singing well, but he wasn't the worst singer that she had ever heard, and his voice was soothing.

"That's your Papa, and I bet he's going to sing to you all the time," Molly said. She rubbed her belly a little more, and then she felt the first twinge in her body. She had two weeks to go, but she also knew that she could go at any point in time, and things would be fine for the baby.

There was another twinge, and then she felt it. The breaking of her water. It really did feel like she peed herself. She was glad that Donny had said that putting the cover under the sheets was a good idea, just in case her water broke in bed.

"DONNY! Put a sock in it and get me to the hospital!" Molly yelled as the full contraction hit. She knew that it was possible to have her water break like that and then the contractions to start. It had been how her mother had been with both her and JP. She wasn't sure how fast this was going to go, but she also knew that she needed to get to the hospital in case things went fast. She picked up her phone and checked the time so that she could figure out the time between contractions.

The sounds of Donny getting washed off the rest of the way and then fumbling through getting dried and dressed made Molly laugh. He was quick and efficient, but in the bathroom, he knocked into so many things. She knew that he was focusing on too many things at once, but she wasn't going to interrupt because it was going to be hard enough for him to do what he was doing without messing up too much.

Donny cursed at something, and there was the sound of the towel being jerked off the rack. He must not have dried off enough to get dressed. He had the clothes that he had worn home in there, but had planned on getting into pajamas, but that was probably a no-go. Molly had a dress that she wanted to wear to the hospital so that she could stay in it as long as possible instead of a gown. It had been approved by her doctor as long as she was good at getting dressed into a gown for ease when things were closer. It had laid out at the top of the bag they had packed for her for her stay in the hospital.

"Fuck it," Donny said. The bathroom door opened, and Donny came out with his shirt in his hand; his hair was too wet, and he had a towel in his other hand. He tossed it on his head and let it just lie there. He went over to the bag and grabbed her dress from there, and then he turned to face her. "Do you need to be cleaned up a little?"

"Yes, please. I don't want to put on underwear, so we can just leave those out for now. The dress will cover me."

Donny nodded, and he headed back to the bathroom after tossing his shirt onto the bed. He came back with two hand towels, one of which was a little wet but looked like it had no soap or anything on it. She hadn't even heard the water running. He was careful as he cleaned her up, making sure that he got her all clean but also checking. He had delivered three babies in his career adn after the first he had done a few classes at the LAFD academy on EMT and paramedic side of things to make sure that he didn't fuck up any more babies that he helped get delivered when it was feasible to move the mother and the paramedics were taking too long or the situation wasn't cleared for a paramedic to come in. She had been told all about them by Hondo and Deacon, who loved to tell those stories.

"How do you feel right now?" Dnny asked.

"Good, the contractions are at least ten minutes apart, I think so we are good. Still, it could progress really fast since I would figure it was the orgasm and my body feeling good that induced labor."

"I am not saying sorry. The doctor said you could go at any point and it would be fine."

"I know."

Donny leaned in for a kiss before he helped her get her shirt off, which was actually one of Donny's and all she had been wearing besides her underwear when Donny had gotten home. She had been horny for an hour, and she wasn't able to reach herself, and she hadn't been touched, not just a toy. Donny made sure that she had all the toys that she could want because there were times when he was injured and not able to do what she wanted, and while he didn't mind just lying there and letting her take what she wanted, she sometimes liked to put on a show for him.

They were headed for the car before Molly even thought of texting her father. She knew that he would want to know as soon as possible, but that he was still at work dealing with the day's actions with Hondo's team, that Donny had only helped with, and therefore didn't have to stay along with the rest of them.

The next contraction was nearly five minutes after the last.

"Stop, Donny," Molly said.

Donny threw on his hazard lights, and he pulled into a mostly empty parking lot that was only a few minutes from their place. "Molly?"

"Call 9-1-1 and get me into the backseat. This is happening a lot faster than I thought. I went from ten to not even five minutes, and that was between one contraction and the next."

"You are going to make me help you in a parking lot, aren't you? Baby number for that I help deliver, and it's my own on the side of the fucking road." Donny left the car running and hit the button on his phone to place a call and piped it through the speakers. Then he was moving around the car to help her.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

Molly gave the name of the store and the street they were on as Donny went around the car to her door. "I'm in active labor. My boyfriend is with me. My contractions were ten minutes apart, and then they jumped to five, and my water broke less than half an hour ago."

"Okay, I have dispatched paramedics to head to you, but the closest is a good distance away."

"What's your name?" Donny asked.

"Josh," the dispatcher said.

"Ah, I thought I knew that voice. This is SWAT sergeant Donovan Rocker, Josh, and I'm with my commander's daughter." Donny helped Molly get settled in the back of the SUV, and they were going to have to make sure that the shitty things were cleaned up a lot by the time that they took possession of it.

Molly wasn't sure that Donny would even want to keep it. She didn't care either way, as it was his, but there was something kind of disgusting about delivering a baby in a car and then trying to clean the car up enough so that one wouldn't think about the fact that a baby had been violated there.

"Has Commander Hicks been made aware?"

"Of the water breaking that we were heading towards our hospital, yes, but this part no," Molly said.

"Okay, then we will make sure that he knows so that he doesn't worry. Rocker, how good are you at delivering babies?"

"Oh, I would love more practice, but this would be baby number four. I have no real supplies with me, though, so I'm going to have to use my shirt to catch the baby."

"Okay, I'm going to keep the paramedics updated. Do you need someone to come and take control of the vehicle you are in?"

"Yes," Donny and Molly said at the same time.

"I see the head," Donny said as soon as he focused on her after helping Molly get her legs on the seats. There was something soft under her ass, and she wasn't sure what it was.

The contraction hit, and Molly felt like she needed to push. She had been taking birthing classes, and the instructor had made them go through what it could feel like because this was LA, and there were times when help couldn't get to them on time.

Molly pushed, and she knew that Donny was doing what he needed, and all she needed to do was focus on pushing. There was pain, but she could handle it. She wished she had had drugs to help with this, but it was something she could do. She was her father's daughter, and she could handle it.

The sounds of sirens got them just as the sound of a crying baby filled the SUV. Molly slumped back, and she heard Donny talking to their kid. She waited to see what was going to happen next. She knew that she wasn't done yet, but the baby needed to be out of Donny's arms or the paramedics would be there.

"Rocker," Dad said.

Molly started to cry. She wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but she was happy to have her father there, even if it meant that he saw parts of her that were not something he should be seeing.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Donny asked..

"Paramedics are a minute behind me," Dad said. Then the door of the SUV opened, and Molly looked to the side to see her father climbing into the front seat, and he looked at her. "I hopped a ride with a black and white from the station just to be safe. Then the new location was relayed to me. You just had to top your own birth, didn't you?"

Molly laughed, and then she was looking at Donny, who was handing their baby over to her, laying her on Molly's chest, with her shirt wrapped around her to help keep her warm. Her umbilical cord was still connected, and he hadn't cut it or clamped it.

The pain started up, and she knew that it was about to be the time for the next bit of the show. She arched a little bit but kept her baby on her chest as she started the next phase, just as the paramedics rushed over with supplies that were needed.

Molly focused on the daughter in her arms as she was taken care of. Donny was hovering outside the SUV, and her father was helping her stay calm as she realized that she had given birth in a car. She had delivered their child in a car because she had been too impatient to wait. A different blanket was handed to Molly to wrap the baby in, but she just wrapped her in that as well as the shirt that smelled of her father. She was helped out of the SUV by Donny and a paramedic to get on the gurney so she could be taken to the hospital, where she and the baby would be checked over.

She trusted that her father would make sure the SUV was taken care of and would join them as soon as he could. Donny held her hand the whole time that they were on their way, the other on their baby.

"Charlotte," Molly said.

"That's beautiful," Donny said.

Molly had been unsure of what name they would pick for their daughter, but just seeing her, Molly knew. Charlotte was one of the higher-ranked names that they had for their daughter, but they really hadn't been sure. Molly just looked at her baby and then at Donny. This wasn't what they had planned for all of this, but at least they were happy and together. This was also going to be the kind of story that was going to be told over and over again. They had done everything right, and still Charlotte had come when she wanted, in the back of their SUV with just Donny there to catch her as she came into the world.

Even if Molly hadn't been sure that she was deeply in love with him, the way that Donny had cared for her over the last nine months would have proven it. He had been so good, and he was going to keep on being good. It was the kind of love that she loved.

"You look happy," Donny said.

"I am. We are here together, and you were the first to touch her when she came out. Not the best because I wanted those drugs to make things feel less painful, but I will take this. We will just make sure that we get where we need to go fast as hell with the next one."

Donny hummed, and he kissed the top of Molly's head before just staying there and breathing.

Molly took the comfort of that because she knew that he was thinking of how things could have gone. She was more than willing to allow him to have those thoughts and process this, then he would turn into the perfect man to take care of them. Molly knew him just like he knew her.

Their life wasn't perfect, but it was pretty damned close.

The End