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Scarlet smiled against his lips. He had been gone far too long, he had been changed, but for the better. Well besides the possible scarring of war.

Nine Months Later.

Drake sat in the living room, Scarlet was ready to pop at any moment. Her stomach was now huge, and like a large balloon.

"Fuck." Sarlet says casually. "Well ok... Drake don't freak out, but it's coming." Scarlet says delicately.

Ken ran into the room, looking at Scarlet. "Yep, she's definitely going into labor. Well, good luck." Ken says then walked out of the room.

Drake turned around to see her. "Stop messing around." He said, the noticed that her water had broken, and the floor under her was wet. "Shit shit shit." He said, and jumped up off of the couch, he picked her up just as he had the day before he was shipped off. "Taking your car again Colin!" He yelled frantically as he grabbed the keys and ran outside, sitting her down softly in the passenger seat and then getting in himself.

"I told you to not freak out." Scarlet says, they reach the Hospitle, shit goes down, and a while later Scarlet is holding The child.

"What do you want to name him?" The Doctor asked.

Drake sat next to Scarlet in the hospital bed, his arm around her as the baby held onto his index finger. He smiled and turned to Scarlet.

"Hmm... Timmy Arno." Scarlet paused. "Timmy Arno Mother Fucking Thorne." She decides, smiling at the contact between Drake and Timmy. "And yes, Mother Fucking is going on the birth certificate."

"Perfection." Drake grinned, and kissed her cheek. "You heard her doc. Write it up."

The doctor leaned over to take Timmy's hand prints, and Timmy bitch slapped the doctor. Scarlet smiles a happy smile, "That is definitely my child." She says, looking up at drake once more. (Well I'm done here...)