No sooner were five doctors and two nurses in Mary-Ellen's room and gathering around her bed. Slappy stayed by her side and held her hand. He squeezed it and encouraged her to do her best as one of the doctors ordered her to push.

She grunted. "I...cannot..."

"Yes, you can," Slappy whispered in her ear. His voice sounded peaceful, which made her relax. "Take deep breaths and push. I want to see our baby and know that you want to also."

Mary-Ellen's cheeks turned bright red as he soothed her and comforted both her and the baby. She clenched her teeth and pushed. After what seemed like forever to her of pushing, the doctor who was delivering the baby told her to stop and picked up something. Someone.

"Congratulations," the doctor said. "Here is your baby girl."

Mary-Ellen breathed heavily and was relieved that the difficult part was over - and that Shelly was out of Slappy's life - and held out her arms, desiring to hold her newborn. The doctor handed her the baby, and she brought it close to her.

"Our beautiful Tara," she said.

Slappy rested his head on top of his fiancée's. "You know...Shelly wanted to name our baby Avery."

"Avery? Tara is so much better."

He kissed the baby's forehead. "Indeed. We will be a happy family once we are married."