Seth's POV

The cool London air swirled around me, as I pulled the front of my leather jacket around my chest slightly. The crisp scent of the evening air invaded my nostrils and the chill bit at my cheeks slightly. Lost in the beautiful glimmer of the evening, I felt her petite hand tighten in mine and I glanced over at those chocolate eyes that drove me wild, every single time I looked at them.

"You cold, babe?" I asked, as I watched her shiver slightly. Her skin glowed slightly under the faint streetlights that were just beginning to switch on around us.

"No, just uncomfortable. God, I feel like a mac truck," she commented, as she almost waddled down the street to our flat.

We had taken to enjoying the evenings by taking long walks to a nearby park. The only thing that disturbed me about having my girl out near the park at this time of the evening, was the sounds of rustling in the bushes when the darkness began to set. I blamed that shithead neighbor of ours, who told us stories about the rats setting out from the confines of the bushes once the sun set. Yeah, rats were not my cup of tea, at all.

I pulled Talia closer to the side of my body, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. The scent of her jasmine and honey scented shampoo instantly invaded my senses and I felt my heart flutter. She looked up at me, her eyes catching the light from the streetlight overhead. Every single time that my wife looked at me, she made my heart stop beating and my skin tingle. 

It was always the same exact thing, just one look tipped my world on end. Standing there gazing at her, I thought back to the first time I met her, back when I was nineteen years old. I was just chilling with my boys around a sticky table at Max's Pizza after one of our gigs, and this fiery redhead just walked over and attempted to engage me in conversation.

I took one look at the beautiful young girl in front of me, feeling my skin crawl in excitement at the first word that escaped her beautifully plump pink lips. However, I wasn't stupid. Everything about her screamed illegal, so I brushed her off like she was just another groupie looking to take a ride on the Seth Train.

I felt like shit treating her like she was just another girl at another gig. I remember staring at her as she walked away, instantly feeling like I needed to follow her and apologize for being a dick, but I stayed seated and just watched everything about her. She walked over to the small red counter and leaned across it, talking to Luke, the young kid with freckles behind the till. He gave her his best cheeky smile and I immediately wanted to punch him in his gut for talking to my girl; but she wasn't my girl. Hell, I didn't even know her name.

Mosh was going on and on about some chick in a miniskirt over by the small stage, rolling her thin straw around her tongue staring at us, but I could've cared less. My eyes were on the striking redhead with the eyes so brown, they were like decadent chocolate kisses waiting to be unwrapped and devoured. 

I watched her pick up a round tray with a giant pizza on it, amazed that such a little thing could put away that much food.  She fumbled around, throwing a bunch of stuff on top of it, as if she was an artist at a canvas creating a masterpiece, and then hoisted it up in front of her. My eyes became as big as saucers, when she walked in our direction and thrust it down on the table in front of us. She then scooted into the booth, her jean clad thigh brushing up against mine as she wiggled in.

My blood pressure peaked at that simple touch and I almost had to shake my head to clear the fog that slowly creeped in. Never had a girl had such an effect on me as she did. She grabbed a slice of pizza and the sounds that escaped her lips as she chewed on that cheesy goodness, had me stumbling to catch my breath.

Seated next to me, I finally got a good look at her. She was beyond cute in her skinny jeans, clunky candy apple red Doc Martens, red tank top and jean jacket. Her long red hair was longer than I first noticed, landing almost to the top of her butt and she had a cute pink diamond nose piercing. God, she was beautiful; like Mona Lisa meets Monet beautiful.

When her eyes locked on me, I was a goner. Those big brown doe eyes, showed every single piece of emotion she carried in her heart; every single pure piece of her was laced in those stunning orbs. All I wanted to do was reach over and run my fingers over the side of her soft porcelain cheek, but I found myself staring at the tattoo on the back of my hand, while my buddies chatted her up.

My attention snapped back to the moment, when I heard the words escape her lips. "So, when should I show up for practice, since I'm your new guitarist?" This chick just kept surprising me. 

I remember looking over at her and after the shock dissipated, I opened my mouth and said, "That's cute, but do you know the first thing about punk?" God, I was being such a dick to her and I didn't know why.

"I know enough, to know that punk emerged out of London and New York, and it was an antistyle aimed at sticking it to the established norms of high fashion. However, what once began subtly, it ended up becoming a major influence on the fashion of the late 70s and on. I also know that The Beatles first bridged the idea of "being punk," with their whole black leather jacket look and their musical style consisting of loud, fast, and a somewhat aggressive brand of rock, before they softened it along with their look. Would you like me to list designers that ushered punk fashion to the forefront, or maybe I could spit some Ramones lyrics? Are you more of a Rockets To Russia fan, no let me guess, you're an Acid Eaters kind of guy?"

I about slid off my seat in shock. How could one young girl know so much? As I sat there speechless, I looked over at my band and they had their mouths open as well. Before I could even think of something to say, she opened her mouth and the next thing landed my heart at her doorstep, "Hmm. No Ramones I guess... Could I interest you in some Stiff Little Fingers, Sex Pistols, or Dead Kennedys?" -she paused for a second- "What? Cat got your tongue?"

"Nah, I'm good, but how do I know you can play? I mean, you could be an encyclopedia of punk facts, but it doesn't mean you've got what it takes behind the strings," I commented, eager to have her set me on my ass again.

"Well, I guess you'll have to tell me when and where the next practice is to find out," she said, as she winked in my direction, while she took another large bite of her slice of pizza. I knew at that moment, that my life wouldn't ever be the same, especially with this girl in it. 

I was knocked out of my memories, when I heard her fish out her key from her jacket and place it in the lock to the door of our flat. I heard her sigh in discomfort and she grabbed her large belly and shimmied out of her jacket, throwing it over the back of the couch.

"You alright, babe?" When she simply nodded and headed into the kitchen, I let her know that I was headed into the shower. Then, I need some much needed rest. We had played most of the day at a local venue and I was in desperate need of one oversized pillow and at least five hours of shut eye.

I needed to get up early and head over to have a talk with Sims before our next gig. He'd been weird since moving to London and I got the sneaking suspicion that he was having second thoughts about relocating and the fast paced nature of our band's take off. Fame wasn't for everyone, but I really thought that Sims would be one of those guys that would be eager to get submerged into the fast paced punk band lifestyle. I also valued my friendship with Sims and the thought of him leaving the band was a hard thing for me to process.

It had been go, go, go since we landed feet first in England. We still had boxes unpacked that were stacked in different corners of the flat and I still couldn't find my favorite coffee mug; the one that had a T-Rex on it, holding those long grabber hands in his tiny hands. Morning coffee just wasn't the same without my dinosaur mug.

I let the warm water cascade down my bare back, the feel of the heat on my tattooed flesh was like Heaven. The scent of jasmine lingered in the bathroom from Talia's shampoo and I found myself staring at a single long strand of red hair, that had somehow found itself attached to the tile wall of the shower.

I headed out of the bathroom, my navy towel wrapped snuggly around my waist. Finally relaxed, after a long day, all I wanted now, was to cuddle up to my very pregnant wife and doze off. My eyes found Talia standing in the kitchen, a cup of tea in one hand and a look of shock on her face.

"Hey, don't worry, I'll clean it up. I spill crap all of the time," I told her, as I stared at the small puddle of liquid on the floor in front of her. 

When she didn't move, I looked up, paper towels in hand and saw the tear drops sliding down her flushed red cheeks.

"Picks, what's wrong? It's just a small spill, nothing to be upset over."

Her head snapped up and her eyes met mine and I realized what was happening. Oh Shit! It was time! I grabbed her arm and lead her over to a nearby chair, grabbing a towel for her to sit on in the process, while I stroked her cheek softly.

"I'm gonna grab you a pair of clean joggers and a sweatshirt. I'll be right back and we will call my sister so she can head over and get us."

I ran in the direction of the hallway, my bare feet skidding across the wood floors, losing my towel in the process. I heard Talia laugh at me, as I rounded the corner to our bedroom, almost ripping the drawer out of the dresser in an attempt to find some clothes. In a panic, I grabbed the first pair of black joggers I could find for my girl and rushed back out to where she was sitting. I grabbed her arms and helped her stand up, peeling the wet pair of pants off her. 

I was lost in my frantic thoughts when I heard her speak to me. "Babe, not that I don't love the view, but I think you should at least put on a pair of pants before we head to the hospital," she said, as she chuckled. I looked down and noticed that I was still bare ass naked and probably would have ran out of the flat like that, had she not reminded me.

Once she was dressed in clean clothes, I rushed back into the bedroom, throwing clothes all around, while I searched for a pair of clean pants. I placed a pair of grey skinny jeans up to my face, at when I didn't cringe at the smell, I threw them on. Stepping into my combat boots, I grabbed a band hoodie off the chair in our room and thrust it on.

When I reached Talia, she was puffing out small breaths, her face contorted in slight pain. My heart broke to see her so miserable. I grabbed her packed bag, from the small coat closet near the door and helped her down the hall and out to where my sister was sitting in her small car at the curb. Apparently, my girl was more focused on what needed to be done than I was. I was acting like a chicken with my head cut off, while she was the calm girl I admired and loved with every inch of me.

I couldn't remember my life without her in it anymore. There wasn't a day that went by when I didn't love her more than the previous one. I grabbed her hand once we were tucked safely inside the car, her brow was lined with a faint beading of sweat and her wavy, long red hair was beginning to show signs of wetness.

"Ok, we should be there soon. Make sure she's doing her breathing exercises. Breathe sis!" Kimmy navigated through the cars on the street that were leisurely taking their time. My sister was another girl that didn't stop surprising me. When we packed up to move, she informed me she was coming with us. It shocked me that she was leaving her life behind, but she did.

Kimmy left behind her failing relationship with Clark, who had a few months prior began college several states away. She left behind her roller derby team and traded her knee pads in for a budding new venture as a college student studying English at a nearby University. It felt good knowing that she was here with us, especially since the news of the baby sprung. Where I couldn't be, Kimmy was always there, taking up the slack. When we reached the hospital, I knew it was go time. 

I was more than ready to be a dad...

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"Push, baby, you can do this. That's my girl!" Talia clamped down on my hand, as she clutched the bed with her other hand.

Kimmy stroked her face, the pain and tears in Talia's eyes made me cringe. I wanted nothing more to hold that new precious bundle of baby, but I could go a lifetime without seeing the other half of my heart struggle like this.

"I can't do it, Seth," she cried out in defeat, as her head hit the pillow behind her.

I stroked her hair out of her face and pressed small kisses along the side of her cheek. "You can do this, Picks. You can do anything you put your mind to. That's why I love you, you're a fighter."

I heard the sobs escape her as she lurched forward and pushed hard, one more time. The breath she was holding tightly within her, escaped in a rush as she collapsed backwards, finally defeated. The sound of small cries pierced the room and I felt my heart jerk in my chest.

The doctor did some crap with the baby, then once he was all cleaned up and wrapped, she placed him in Talia's arms. Talia looked over at me, the tears thick in her eyes and I knew at that moment, that there were now two people I would give my life for, no questions asked.

"You want to hold your son, Seth?" Talia asked.

"Fuck yeah I do!" I felt as if I could crawl out of my skin with excitement when she handed him to me. He was wrapped tightly in a thin blue blanket, a full head of wavy raven black hair graced his squishy head. His eyes were shut tightly, a wave of peace was his current state of being. I leaned over and found myself smelling him, like one of those weird dads that you read about. His scent was my second favorite in the world; Talia's being the first.

I placed a soft kiss on his wrinkly forehead and when I pulled back, his little eyes snapped open and the greenest eyes in the world stared back at me. There were no words to describe just how happy I was at that moment. I was a dad and I knew I would be a damn great one at that. I had the best father in the world growing up and thanks to him, my son would know what it felt like to be loved and given the world.

"We need to finally decide on a name, Seth." Talia's voice broke my hypnotizing moment with my new son.

"What about, Shawn?" Kimmy chimed in.

"Hell no! You remember that douche at school? What did the girls call him? Oh yeah, Big Dick Shawn. No way in hell people will call my son that!" Talia almost snapped the words out. I couldn't help but let the laughter burst out of my chest at her statement.

Yeah, we definitely didn't want my son called that...

"Ok, well then what do you suggest? And how the hell don't you guys have a name picked out already?" Kimmy asked and I just shrugged. We had discussed names, but nothing was ever really set in stone.

"We could never really settle. I liked Mason, but Seth wanted something stronger, like Jase." 

"How about Jamison? I get my J name and you get your Son name," I said, as I looked over at Talia, who was sitting up in the hospital bed staring at us.

"Jamison Henry Carter. I love it!" Talia clapped her hands together and wiggled her fingers in my direction, eager to get her hands back on her baby.

"Mosh is gonna kill you when he hears you've used his real name," Kimmy commented, as she leaned over and cooed at baby Jamison.

"Somehow I don't think Jamison Mosh Carter would work for my dad. He's even been trying to get us to name him Killian!" Talia responded as she pressed Jamison to her chest and littered his head with gentle kisses.

Just as I was about to say something else, the door to the room burst open, "Oi! Where the hell is me godson! I've got ten fingers ready to pinch some squishy cheeks!" 

Mosh headed over to Talia, pressing his lips against the top of her head and kissing her, as he looked down at his new godson.

"Here you go Mosh, meet Jamison Henry Carter," Talia said, as she gently handed him to Mosh, who had a look of awe on his face.

"Wait! You named him after me? Fuck yeah! Hey Jam, I'm your Uncle Mosh. I promise I'll teach ya all about the drums and how to impress the chicks," he cooed, as he flashed his cheeky grin, showing his missing tooth at the side. "Hey, little handsome, squishy baby..." he almost sang, as his voice trailed off when he pressed little kisses all over Jamison's tiny head.

As I looked over across the room, I knew I had everything I had ever wanted. I had a successful band and I had the love of my life. I had the best family that any kid could ask for and the best mates in the world. The sound of the door opening again cut the precious moment and Mickey piled in, headed straight for Mosh and baby Jamison. In that moment, I knew that my life was complete.

I thought back to the last few years and how all it took was a pair of decadent chocolate eyes and fiery red hair to turn my world upside down. I thought about the millions of moments when just her presence completed me and how I would have a million more at my disposal.

I slumped back in the chair near Talia's bed and just wrapped my hand around her petite one, interlacing our fingers. She looked over at me and smiled, that one simple action stopping time around me. 

I leaned over and wrapped my hands around her face, pulling her in and kissing her passionately. She was my everything and my everything just expanded by one.

One simple, little squishy baby boy, with the forest colored eyes and hair as black as night. 

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A/N: Hey Guys!

Surprise! Bonus chapter from Seth's POV. Please don't forget to vote, comment and tell your friends about the book *smiles*

And baby Jamison makes 3! Welcome to the world, Jamison Henry Carter!

Stay tuned for a possible bonus chapter around Christmas. I'm busy working on the first chapter of Book 2 that will release around the beginning of the month.

<3 Amina