Hi, I have thoughts of leaving this a one shot, but I also want to see where else I could take this. Feel free to leave your thoughts.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

PSA: This is probably insanely OOC and its AU so

Enjoy.

"Piper?"

Piper came to slowly. Her eyes matted shut from the anesthesia. Eyelids feeling like they were one hundred pound weights. Every time she opened her eyes, they slammed shut again. Small beeps could be heard around her with people shuffling around the room. Eventually, the blonde woman could make out a husky looking figure hovering over her with a deep voice as she observed her surroundings through hooded eyes.

"You've had a little boy. Seven pounds, fourteen ounces. Healthy as can be."

Piper slowly nodded and succumbed to the sleep that was still overtaking her senses.

Eight Hours Earlier…

"No. This cannot be happening right now." Piper thought to herself as she sat at the head of a long wooden table with Popi staff and representatives lining both sides. Polly was supposed to be sitting across from her at the other end of the table, but had called in last minute saying she was ill. Piper knew better. Polly, even being the CEO of Popi, despised meetings, often leaving Piper to handle them.

Shooting pains were radiating from Piper's abdomen to various parts of her body. She was days away from her due date. Just yesterday she had a check-up with her obstetrician and everything looked perfect except the fact that the baby was breech. Piper's doctor had prescribed a list of exercises and stretches she could utilize to get the baby to turn before the arrival.

Taking in a short breath, Piper grasped the side of her bump with one hand and the ledge of the table with the other. This didn't go unnoticed by one of her employees that was sitting close by. The others were casually conversing and looking over the business packet they had received upon entering the board room. After reassuring her co-worker that she was okay, Piper began the meeting.

About halfway through as Piper was explaining that the company would be introducing three more scents to their lotion collection, another pain shot from her lower stomach down to her toes. Piper clenched her hands together tightly as they rested on the wooden table. An employee that sat further down the left side of the table asked if they needed to take a break, but Piper refused and reassured her staff that it was just Braxton Hicks.

Piper got through the meeting without having any more pains but she constantly worried that something was wrong. Throughout the afternoon she noticed that there was less movement around a time that the baby was usually very active but quickly pushed it to the back of her mind and chalked it up to be naptime for the unborn child.

Finally convincing herself that she was just stressed and needed some rest, she texted Polly that she too was feeling ill and was taking the rest of the day off. Polly wasn't comfortable about either her or Piper not being at the store, but knew her best friend was struggling to make it through the last few weeks of her pregnancy, especially after how the last few months had treated her.

On the subway home, a young man who couldn't have been more than twenty years old gave up his seat to let Piper sit down. Not very many people were that kind anymore. Thanking him, Piper experienced another contraction. But this contraction was different. With this one came a warmth that spread between her thighs and a pain that started in her lower back and radiated down the back of her legs. This pain never let up.

Glancing down although she couldn't see her pants from the protruding bump, Piper felt the wet spot in the center of her maternity jeans sticking to her thigh and felt a wave of terror wash over her. Her first instinct was to call Jake, but knew she would never get a response, just like the last four months had been. Piper tried to call Polly but only got her voicemail. After leaving a voicemail, her only logical thought was to get off at the next stop and catch a cab to the nearest hospital.

Every step up the stairs Piper felt herself grow weaker and more embarrassed for the spot on her jeans. She could feel the wetness in her jeans rubbing against her thigh, fueling the worry that was already sky high. Once the young woman reached the top of the stairs, she found an empty cab idling at the stoplight and walked as quickly as she could towards the yellow sedan.

Yanking the door open, she eased herself into the back of the cab.

"Uh? Excuse me? My shift is over."

The cab driver didn't even look in the mirror or turn around to look at her passenger before demanding that Piper get out.

Piper was severely out of breath from climbing the stairs and the pain that was engulfing her body. Barely being able to form a sentence, Piper tried to calm herself and began.

"I just need you to take me to a hospital."

Upon hearing Piper's struggle to breathe, the cab driver finally turned around to face Piper, noticing that she was pregnant and in distress.

"Shit!"

Hearing the use of profane language, Piper glanced up at the cab driver and found herself staring into emerald green eyes that were shielded by black, thick rimmed secretary glasses. They reminded her of Jake's. Her face alone screamed troublemaker but something about her also said she had a gentle, vulnerable side but needed guidance to show it.

"Do you need me to call your husband or something?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, another wave of pain shot through her body.

"No! Just fucking drive!"

The cab driver's eyes grew wide at Piper's growing temper and sped around the corner.

By now, Piper's breathing was labored and she was struggling to keep it together.

Searching for a way to keep the unborn child from being born in the back of her cab, the raven haired woman threw her hand over the seat and offered it to Piper.

"I'm NOT just gonna hold onto some random woman's hand!"

Piper's tone grew angrier towards the end of her sentence as another contraction pushed through her body.

"My name is Alex! Now please just DON'T have your kid in the back of my cab!"

Alex's driving was frantic as she weaved in and out of cars. She even veered into the wrong lane to get around an elderly driver. Piper held on for dear life in the back of the cab as she was being tossed around.

"Can you slow down?!" Piper loudly gasped as she held on to her stomach with one hand and the back of the passenger seat with the other. Sweat was dripping down the side of her face and tears were threatening to spill from her eyes.

Turning around as she came to a screeching hault at a stoplight, Alex found Piper clutching her stomach.

"Just breathe! Uh?" Alex was beginning to get nervous. "Did you not go to Lamaze classes or some shit like that? Or read one of those 'What to Expect Books'?

It was obvious to Piper that Alex knew nothing about children but yet even in her current state, she wanted to know more.

After driving another panic-stricken few blocks, Alex's yellow cab came to a screeching stop in front of the Labor & Delivery doors of a New York hospital. Running around the side of the cab to help Piper out of the vehicle, she found Piper halfway out and thrashing her arms around, trying to make contact with any part of Alex's body she could.

"Are you fucking crazy? You could've killed me! I'm in fucking labor!"

Piper almost collapsed as she finished her outburst, but thankfully she caught onto Alex's arms just in time.

"Please, just let me help you into the hospital."

Alex's eyes were pleading. Piper could tell she was just as nervous as she was, and allowed Alex to help her into the hospital.

A/N: Uh yeah. Questions, comments, concerns. Lay them on me…

Loosely based on the movie 'Look Who's Talking'.