A/N: I came up with the date of Betsy's birth just because it was never said when she was born on the show.

Point Place, Wisconsin

March 27, 1979

6:15 AM

Location: Point Place Hospital

"…7, 8, 9, 10." I counted down my latest contraction. I craned my neck to the right to see out the door and down the hall. It looked like the whole hospital was deserted, except for a man holding a three year old boy up to see a new baby in the nursery. I couldn't help but wishing the next time I was in this situation that man would be Michael and my baby.

I groaned as I flopped back onto the bed and tried to amuse myself by counting how many tiles were on the floor. It seemed like everyone had abandoned me that day. My mother had disappeared over thirty minutes before and the last time I saw my doctor was… I didn't even remember.

Maybe Michael will come soon. I shook my head. Forty minutes ago, after my water broke, I'd called him and he still wasn't here. To make it worse, my stomach was growling and I was actually craving the imaginary sexaroni pizza that Fez had made up. It was then that I saw a flash of colors zoom past my room and back again—Michael, the father of my child.

"Brooke! Did you have the baby yet?" Michael ran into my room, falling over the raised tile at the door.

"No, I didn't." I clutched my stomach as another contraction came on. It amazed me that this baby hadn't arrived yet.

"Are you okay?" Michael came by my side and held my hand. It was that sweet affection that got us here in the first place.

"I'll be fine," I answered. I breathed in and out, counting to ten over and over in my head.

"I don't think singing 'We Will Rock You' is going to help." Michael told me, getting up and looking around the room for something more entertaining.

"Michael… don't… touch… that." I panted, brushing back a strand of hair and re-thought my call to him.

Sheepishly, Michael stepped away from the monitor he had been fiddling with. It occurred to me then that, even though he was grown, this boy I had fallen for nine months before was still an immature kid.

In a few quick moments, before I had a chance to register it in my mind, I found myself surrounded by my mom, Michael, the doctor, and two nurses. I smiled a bit as I felt Michael grab my hand—it seemed that he was more scared than I was.

"Brooke, are you ready?" The doctor asked, his tone as calm as could be.

My stomach lurched forward, my heart pounded more, my forehead felt like it was burning, and I could feel most of my other insides twist. I leaned up on my elbows exclaiming, "Just get this baby out of me!"

~~~ . . . ~~~

"Hi, sweetie. Hi." Michael sat by my bedside, shaking our daughter's tiny hand. He looked up at me, saying, "I can't just call her sweetie forever. I say we name her Veronica.

"Veronica! What kind of planet are you living on?" I stared at Michael's blank face, watching him trying to find an answer. "It was a rhetorical question," I told him. He looked at me weirdly again. "Forget it. I think Bethany is a much nicer name."

"That's too plain," Michael countered.

"Well, she needs a middle name and I'm going to name her."

"What about Bethany Veronica?"

I considered the name, playing it over in my head. "Bethany Victoria is better; we could call her Betsy." I smiled down at the baby in my arms, a new little person to love.

"So it's settled," Michael took Betsy from me and spun around, still hugging her tight. "Bethany Victoria Kelso is here to stay."

I laughed, making a mental note of the moment. Everything was perfect, even though the way my daughter came to be wasn't. I tried to imagine what life would be like when Betsy was having her first child, but I could only think about what would happen in the next five minutes.

I don't know where our future will take us. Maybe Michael and I will start a real relationship—I've found myself falling for him for real these past 9 months, but maybe it's just the hormones talking. Maybe we'll get married. Maybe we'll have a big (or small) loving family like I've always imagined. Maybe I'll go back to the way life was before I started the road to Betsy.