9 months. Bree was admitted into the hospital after she started having labor pains, and Thomas was with her every step of the way... till now. the nurses had unceremoniously shoved him outside of the room, telling him that his place was outside the door of the room, reduced to pacing. gods, how long he paced. it seemed like an eternity before he was finally going to e permitted. when the door opened, every time he would ask the nurse how it was goin. "It's going well," "She's doing great," "everything's going to be okay," none of these things told Thomas a damn thing as to what was happening, till finally, the nurse opened the door, and walked over to him. "Congratulations, son. It's a girl." Thomas shoved past the nurse, and rushed into the room, going to Bree. crouching down to where he was next to her, he wrapped an arm around her, giving her a slight kiss on the cheek. "Hey, you ok?"