"Dad, you and Miguel. I'm sorry, Papa, Deacon. But it's Miguel's baby and Dad is my dad. Don't be angry." Johnny leaned to hug her. "I'm not angry, it's fine. Deacon and I will be here for you out here. And the baby." He said, and Deacon nodded, kissing her cheek. "Just go have the baby, okay?" She gave him a smile and thanked them both.
Then Miguel pushed her to the room the nurse pointed out. "Thanks babe, for letting me be here." Miguel said, pressing s soft kiss to her lips. "Of course I want you here. It's your baby too." Sam gasped out, another contraction hit her. "Oh fuck, I think the baby is coming like now."
Was she ready? No. But nature seemed to have different plans.