A/N I want to thank everyone who has reviewed and followed this story, it means so much that you liked it. This is the last chapter, I hope I wrapped everything up nicely. Once again, thank you and enjoy! :)

Ever since Marshall and Lily had made their bet 3 months ago things seemed to return to normal. Their conversations weren't awkward or constantly avoiding a certain topic, they were just as they had always been. Lily finally got to retire Marshpillow (again) and allowed Marshall to resume his position in their marital bed.

She had missed having his strong, Minnesota arms around her at night. Although they hadn't technically had a fight (they were Marshall and Lily for god sakes) they felt weird laying next to each other at night if they barely spoke during the day. But those days were behind them and they were finally at ease.


Robin had ballooned in her ninth month, almost unrecognizable from her usual slim self. She hated it, Barney adored it saying things to her like "now there's more of you to love" but of course, nothing helped. It now took two tries, if she was lucky, to get up off the couch. Although she'd fought to stay at work up until the birth her boss retracted this when she could no longer fit behind the desk.

The doctor had her on strict bed rest although Robin did nothing of the sort. She spent her days doing dull, mundane tasks she told herself she would never do in thousand years. She would fold and re-fold baby clothes, re-organize a whole room only to realize she liked it how it had been before. At this point it was a matter of patiently waiting for their baby's arrival. Barney was more impatient than Robin, almost upset everyday he didn't get a phone call telling him his wife was in labour.

Each night Barney came home to the same thing. A meal set out on the counter from him and his wife fast asleep in bed looking more uncomfortable each passing day. He rarely ate the food laid out for him, he would much rather soak in what could be his last night watching his wife sleep with her swollen stomach. He'd climb into bed, prop himself up on his elbow, and watch Robin sleep. He went to bed every night thinking about how lucky he was.


"Mr. Stinson," Barney's receptionist buzzed into his office, "your wife is on line 1."

"Thanks." Barney said before picking up the phone, "hey babe, look as much as I want to have phone sex again today..."

"Barney shut up and come to the hospital, I'm in labour!" Robin yelled on the other end.

"Wait, are you serious?"

"No, I thought it would be a fun joke to play on you, and the doctors who refuse to give me drugs. Of course I'm serious now hurry up and get down here!" Robin screamed out in pain.

Barney slammed down his phone and ran out of his office, not bothering to tell anyone of his reason for suddenly fleeing. He waved his hand frantically at cabs before one finally pulled over.

"Helloooo." A familiar cab driver said from the front.

"Hi Ranjit, take me to the hospital."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's great. I'm about to become a dad." Barney grinned from ear to ear.


"Marshall! Hurry up!" Lily called from the door.

"I just want to make sure I have everything," Marshall shouted from the bedroom.

"It's a birth Marshall, you almost missed your own son's what could you possibly need for this one?"

"Cigars!" Marshall's eyes lit up as he came out holding 3 Cubans.

"Marshall, baby, I love you but how dumb are you?"

"What? Barney loves a good cigar."

"So does Robin, believe me the last thing you want is to show Robin something she can't have after pushing another human out of her body. If you want to keep the cigar attached to your body I'd leave the Cuban's for another day."

"Let's go!" Marshall threw the cigars back in their room and left.


16 hours of labour. Robin screamed and cursed more than Barney had ever seen her, even when she watched the Canucks she never threw around words like that. He both loved and hated every second of it. He loved seeing it all happening and being with his wife and his soon-to-be son or daughter, but he hated seeing Robin in pain and not being able to do a thing about it. It didn't help that she kept saying how she hated him but he didn't take it too personally.

Robin however enjoyed no part of the birth. She had barely slept the night before which made everything harder than it already was. Sleep. All she wanted was sleep. It helped having Barney there, he did everything humanly possible to try and make her comfortable. He encouraged her every time she said she didn't want to do it anymore, he squeezed her hand every time she needed him to. He knew what she needed before she did herself. Although Robin hated every minute of the birth, she had never experienced such happiness as she did when she held her newborn for the first time.


"You remember the bet, right?" Marshall asked Lily as they made their way back to the hospital.

"Yep. Be prepared to never mention the word baby around me again."

"Oh, if anyone is winning this bet it's me. I know you better than you know yourself, I got this."

Once at the hospital, Marshall and Lily made their way to the maternity ward, stopping by the nursery before they did. They looked at the dozens of babies laying in there and remembered when their son was one of them. Marshall stared longingly through the glass, Lily stared and pondered the idea of another child, knowing this was it.

"Why do you want another baby?" She asked him quietly, not bothering to look away from the squirming babies on the other side of the glass.

"I just don't want to wait 10 years and sit around wishing I had another son or a daughter. I'm not saying we need to have a whole basketball team, but more than one would be nice. Marvin's just so old now I miss this." He gestured towards the babies.

"I do too. Remember when we first brought him home?" Lily began to reminisce, now turning to face her husband.

"And the only way we could get him to sleep was to read "I'll Love You Forever" 4 times."

"No more, no less."

"See? Don't you love that memory, I don't know how you couldn't want more of those."

"I do."

"Wait, what?"

"Let's have another baby Marshall." Lily smiled and gently kissed her husband.


Barney waited at the door of Robin's room for Marshall and Lily to walk down the hall. He tapped his foot anxiously awaiting their arrival.

"Barney, they have the room number you don't have to wait there, come sit with Daddy." Robin called from the bed.

"You're going to watch how you say that now that we have this one," Barney replied, walking over to Robin and their baby, taking a seat on the bed.

"Kids ruin everything,don't they?" Robin joked. A moment of silence passed before Barney spoke.

"Thank you." Barney whispered, stroking his sleeping child's head lightly, lost in fatherhood.

"For what?" Robin turned to look at him, their foreheads pressing against one another.

"Our baby. Seeing you go through all that was, I don't even have a word that can explain how I felt. I can never repay you for giving me this."

"Well, luckily we have the rest of our lives for you to try." Robin smiled before kissing Barney tenderly.

"Knock, knock." Lily poked her head in their room. Barney got up and brought them in.

"Come on in, I want you to meet our daughter."