On November 26th all five Backstreet Boys were in the Littrell home having a small kind of Thanksgiving celebration of their own. Usually Brian’s mother, Jackie would’ve invited them all to her home in Kentucky for dinner, but since Leighanne’s due date was steadily approaching, the doctors had advised her not to fly. With this in mind, the Boys made accommodations to suit the special requests of the expecting parents. Plus, none of them were about to say “no” to free food.

The turkey had just been placed on the dining room table when Brian called to Nick and AJ, who were just getting into “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone”, that dinner was ready. Apparently the two had decided to race each other to see who would get there first. The winner would get the chance to make the turkey dance exotically across the table with the candle sticks as its ‘Stripper pole.’ Just as Nick was rounding the corner, about to win the title of ‘Turkey Stripper,’ he began sliding in a large puddle like something out of a cartoon - his legs betrayed him, and he landed with a loud thud as he smacked into the wall.

“Son of a bitch!” He hissed, gently rubbing a forming red knot on the side of his head. “Who the hell forgot to let the dogs out?”

“Dude, since when did you guys get German Shepards?” AJ asked, eyeing the abnormally large puddle on the floor.

“What?” Brian asked, confusion masked on his face. “We don’t have German Shepards! Tyk and Litty are far too small for -”

“That’s a lotta piss for such little dogs...” Kevin commented.

“Well, someone pissed,” Nick said, attempting to get off the floor safely. “And it sure as hell wasn’t me.”

“It was me!” Leighanne called with a gasp.

“Ew! Brian do you have to let your wife out like the dogs or something?” Nick asked as he evaluated the wetness absorbed into his jeans.

“What? No! Leighanne, you didn’t -” Brian began.

“Her water broke you jackasses!” Howie hissed angrily, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Her water broke?” Nick asked, his nose scrunched up in confusion. “Water can’t break. It’s genetic makeup doesn’t allow it to...”

Kevin laughed to himself, “Genetic makeup...of water? Who left the Discovery Channel on? Nick‘s pretending like he knows something again!”

“Oh! Leighanne’s water broke!” Brian exclaimed, jumping up in excitement. “I’ll get your stuff baby, you get out to the car. I’ll get you to the hospital immediately!” Brian yelled excitedly, sliding in the large puddle as he made his way upstairs to retrieve some of Leighanne’s things. It took a moment for reality to set in with the others. They each watched her walk (or waddle rather) through the dining room - careful not to slip in the puddle - and out the door.

“So, she’s having the baby?” Nick asked.

“When a woman’s water breaks, that means she’s having a baby, right?” AJ questioned.

“You guys are losers. Remind me never to talk to you ever again.” Howie muttered.

“Do you think we oughta go with them to the hospital?” Kevin asked.

Before any of them had a moment to answer, Brian slid back into the room, carrying a small suitcase of his wife’s belongings. “C’mon guys - get your asses in gear; she’s having Brian Junior right now!” He had no sooner said it and he was out the door.

“Should we?” AJ asked, pondering his next move carefully. “Women get mighty pissy when in labor.”

“True.” Howie added.

“Let’s go. This is, after all, the first Backstreet baby...this is history guys.” Kevin reminded them.

“All right; let’s go then.” AJ said, heading quickly for the door. Kevin and Howie followed quickly after him, the door still open waiting for Nick’s exit.

Nick looked at the door, at the turkey, the door, and then back at the turkey one final time before his stomach grumbled. “This isn’t the time for you to start this stuff,” he said aloud, trying to convince his stomach that it could wait until the baby was born. “You can wait until he’s out of there before you start this,” he heard the horn of Brian’s car beeping at him furiously. “Aw hell,” he said, throwing his hands in the air in defeat. Quickly he grabbed the still warm turkey from the table and headed for the door.

He was squished in the back seat with Kevin, Howie and AJ, as well as the tasty-smelling turkey. “What’s that smell?” Brian asked, pulling out of the driveway quickly.

“My stomach was bitching at me, so I decided to bring the turkey with us.”

“The whole thing?!?” Kevin asked, eyeing the pleasant-looking butterball before him.

“Yup. Whole thing,” he said, taking a large bite of one of the legs he’d ripped off the carcass.

“Gimme some!” Kevin growled, extending a hand in hopes of a decent portion.

“Gotta ask nicely.”

“Dammit Nick!”

“No meat for you!” Nick growled, in his best ‘Soup Nazi’ impersonation from Seinfeld.

“Gimme a damn leg, Carter!”

Leighanne screamed all of a sudden, causing the back seat to fall silent for a moment. It seemed to everyone else that the scenery was going by just a little faster than normal... How fast was Brian going?!?

Growling, Nick ripped off the other leg and handed it to Kevin. He took a bite. “Damn, this bird is flippin’ awesome! You did a great job, Leigh.”

She probably would’ve heard him, had she not been screaming again.

“We’re almost there sweetie. Hold on Brian Junior - keep your ass in there for a few more minutes!” AJ couldn’t help but laugh at how frequently Brian spoke to their soon-to-be-born son.

The tires squealed violently as he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. He slammed on the breaks in a handicapped parking spot, quickly turning off the ignition and hopping out of the car faster than anyone before. “C’mon guys - get out!” He called, scurrying over to the passengers’ seat to help his wife into the building. She was waddling so slowly, Brian just said to hell with it, and carried her the entire way into the hospital. The other five (counting the partially eaten bird) made their way into the hospital a safe two feet behind the worried man and his screaming wife.

“She’s in labor!” Brian called out in an attempt to draw attention to them in the hospital. Attention was already drawn though. How can doctors and nurses not stare at four men gathered around a plate of turkey and a screaming man carrying a screaming pregnant woman?