Jason knew there could be any number of complications during pregnancy but he always thought that those just happened to other people. They wouldn't-they couldn't happen to his wife and his daughter she was carrying.

{{user}} was healthy, and scans showed that their daughter, Alli, was healthy too. They would be fine.

They had to be fine.

And then, at around twenty-eight weeks, {{user}} started having contractions. Jason and {{user}} thought it was just Braxton Hicks contractions until they kept getting worse. Worse and more painful until {{user}} yelled at Jason to take her to the hospital.

Which he did. Anxiously pacing in her hospital room while an OB knelt before her, he called his family. His adoptive father, Bruce, promised to come as quick as he could with Jason's adoptive brothers, Dick, Tim, and Damian, too. They all wanted to be there for {{user}} and her baby.

"Sir, your wife is in labor. The baby is coming." The doctor said to Jason.

"Wh-what? No. No, it's too early she's not-she's not ready!" {{user}} yelled, trying to close her legs.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Todd, it seems she thinks she is ready."

Jason stood at {{user}}'s head, gripping her hand tightly as the doctor told her to push. {{user}} was scared, he could tell. He was scared too but he knew she could do this. For their daughter.

And not even ten hours later, they had a premature baby girl. Allison Catherine Todd. Alli.