Disclaimer: I don't own either the OC or Grease. The characters and Newport belong to Fox and Josh Schwartz.

A/N: The idea just ran through my head and got stuck there. I wondered what would have happened had Ryan been home alone with Kirsten when she went into labor. Of course, they are still in Newport. This will be just a two shot, though it depends on reviews. Please review even if you don't like it… 3

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Ryan found a note stuck to the kitchen counter as he walked in from the pool house.

Ryan- I have an emergency case. I've gone to sort it out in the prison a few hours from here. The address is on the fridge. Seth is dropping me off on the way of a Vegas road trip with Summer, as you probably know. Take care of my girl for me, okay?

Sandy

Ryan's phone rang. He flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Ryan."

"I got your note, don't worry."

"Is that Sandy?" Kirsten, walking in, spoke up. "Tell him not to worry, I've got you."

"I guess you heard that." Ryan spoke to Sandy.

"It's just- I don't want to leave her alone, but I had no choice."

"It'll be okay, Sandy, I'll take care of her." Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Well, I'll check up every couple of hours, okay?"

"Okay, Sandy, bye."

Ryan understood Sandy's concern. After all, Kirsten was heavily pregnant- just two weeks away from her due date.

Ryan got himself a bagel, spreading it with cream cheese. "Want anything, Kirsten?"

"No thanks. I feel a bit nauseous at the thought of food."

Ryan looked up in alarm. "Didn't you get over morning sickness months ago? Are you sure you're all right?"

"Not you too, Ryan. I'm not made out of glass, as I keep telling Sandy. I'm just a bit tired, that's all." Kirsten replied teasingly, though her smile was suppressed.

"Well, let's get you seated comfortably then. How about we watch Grease? You love that film." Ryan quickly finished his bagel and offered Kirsten a hand off the stool. Kirsten smiled gratefully.

They walked into the living room, and Ryan and Kirsten settled into the couch, though Ryan hopped up again to put on a Grease DVD.

"Was Sandy really good at singing then?" Ryan asked, referring to the musical Sandy starred in when he was younger.

"You should have seen him, Ryan. He was the perfect Danny." Kirsten sighed. "But don't let him know I said that, though. He'd never stop singing those songs over and over again."

They both settled in comfortable silence as the film progressed. Kirsten laid a hand on her belly and turned to Ryan.

"Can you believe that in 2 weeks you'll have a little brother or sister?"

"I know. But, ummm, Kirsten, I could easily find a place to stay if you needed the pool house, or, you know, spend time as a family.

Kirsten was speechless. She reached across to pick up Ryan's hand gently, and laid it over her own on her belly.

"Ryan, you are family. That doesn't change whether we have a new baby or not. The baby will have two brothers- he or she won't know that you're adopted. You'll be just like Seth. And everyone says Seth looks like Sandy- but you know what? They also say that you look just like me. We are family- we wouldn't be one without you." Kirsten leant over to give Ryan a hug.

"Thanks, Kirsten. Do you want a drink or anything? I'm going to the kitchen." Ryan stumbled over his words, happy as he was.

"It's okay, Ryan. But do you mind helping me up first? I want to go to the bathroom." Kirsten let Ryan go, knowing he wanted to be alone. Ryan carefully helped Kirsten up, giving her a rare, genuine smile. He felt like when Dawn left him at the Cohens and they took him in- that warm, happy, loved feeling.

Kirsten's back was cramping uncomfortably as she walked to the bathroom, but she registered it only unconsciously. How could Ryan have thought he was unwelcome? She brushed it aside, knowing she had fixed whatever insecurities he had. She locked the door behind her as she entered the bathroom.

Ryan, instead of going to the kitchen, sank into the couch. It was really nice to feel welcome and reassured that he still had a place in the family. He had been so scared that the Cohen family was only big enough for four, and once the baby came, there would no longer be a place for him. Kirsten, who had been most against him at first, now considered him family. It was a nice feeling.

Kirsten was perched on the cool counter top in the bathroom whet she felt a sharp jab. "Ouch!" Kirsten doubled over in pain, her hand hitting a statue that crashed to the ground. She realized that her water had broken and was soaking through her maternity jeans.

Ryan jumped as soon as he heard the crash and Kirsten's shout. He ran to the bathroom and began knocking on the door. "Kirsten? You okay in there?"

The door flew open. Ryan had never seen Kirsten so scared, yet her voice was calm. "Ryan, my water broke. I need you to drive me to the hospital. Call Sandy and Seth and tell them to meet us at the hospital. I don't know how this can be happening, the baby's not due for another 2 weeks and Sandy's not here." Her voice broke as another contraction started. She resisted the urge to whimper, scared that she would frighten Ryan. She was terrified.

She was surprised to see Ryan take her hand and run his hand soothingly over her back. "It's going to be okay, Kirsten, just take a deep breath, squeeze my hand as hard as it hurts."

He waited for the contraction to be over before guiding her gently to the door.

Ryan grabbed the suitcase by the door and told Kirsten to wait as he flung the suitcase in the Range Rover and drove it to a stop in front of her. He flipped open his phone, called Seth.

"Seth. Turn around NOW. Kirsten's in labor. Call and get Sandy on your way back. Meet us at the hospital."

He opened the passenger side and tenderly helped Kirsten up. He drove with one hand, offering the other to Kirsten, who took it gratefully. He felt like his fingers would fall off as she squeezed harder and harder.

"Mom?" Ryan said tentatively. He hoped it would sooth her, at the very least. Kirsten didn't reply.

"Mom!"

"You're talking to me?" A smile crept over Kirsten's face despite the pain.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…" His voice trailed off.

"No, Ryan, I'd love it if you called me Mom."

"Are you all right?"

Kirsten didn't want to alarm Ryan, but her contractions were getting more and more frequent. One look at her face- and the frequency of the squeezes of his hand- and Ryan knew she wasn't. The baby was coming fast.

A look of alarm flew over Ryan face before he stepped on the gas.

"Hang on. Just hang on."

Ryan screeched into the hospital driveway, jumping out and grabbing a wheelchair even before the staff had a chance to act. He helped her out and settled her in, running into the hospital. The staff immediately surrounded Kirsten, taking her away.

"Ryan. Come with me, please?" It was so rare that Kirsten ever asked anything of him that he responded instantly.

"I'll follow as soon as I call Sandy."

"Sandy, you have to get here fast."

"I want to, but Seth has just arrived and the fastest we can make it is 3 hours." Sandy's voice was full of panic and despair. "Stay with her." He ordered. "She always gets so scared- she was when Seth was born…"

"Don't worry, Sandy, I'm not leaving her side."

Ryan was pale by the time he finished. He couldn't go through Kirsten's labor alone- but he had to. It was all he could do for someone who had done so much for him. Besides, he was all she had until Sandy and Seth arrived. Taking a deep breath, he asked the reception where they took Kirsten and rapidly followed her up to the maternity floor.

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