The gang's Friday night in had an air of anxiety. As the film rolled, their focus was on Dallas. His hand was subconsciously on his belly, a constant, circular movement.

Johnny sat next to him, mirroring the protective hold. The two were intertwined, sharing a blanket and a secret.

Cathy, too young to worry about her brothers, was engrossed in the film, oblivious to the tension.

The boys, however, took turns to touch Dally's belly, a tight knot of fear and hope in their chests.

The night ticked by slowly, and as Dallas's discomfort grew, the gang decided to call it a night, ready to face the storm.

But Dallas wouldn't make it until morning. The storm outside mirrored the chaos inside, as his water broke, drenching the old hardwood floor.

They were scared, but stayed strong for Dallas as they moved him into the spare bedroom.

Darry took charge, ushering the boys to hold Dallas up. His hands were shaking, but he never showed it.

Johnny held Dallas's hand, their fingers intertwined tightly. Fear evident in Dallas's eyes.

But the boys did their best, doing all that Darry instructed. They kept reassuring Dallas, who was sweating with effort.

Thunder roared outside, lighting illuminated their anxious faces. But through the storm, Rayne made her entrance.

A flood of relief swept over them as they heard her first cry, soft and piercing against the stormy night.

Darry placed the baby gently into Dallas's arms. The room was filled with love and relief, each gaze affixed to the little bundle.

Even Cathy was there, peeking through the crowd of boys, her eyes wide in awe of her new niece.

The room echoed with soft congratulations mixed with the still raging storm. That night, the gang became a family.

Johnny held Dallas tighter, the joy visible on his face. Dallas's eyes never left Rayne's, a whole universe in his arms.

The thunderstorm raged on outside, but inside, the storm had calmed. The baby was here, safe and sounding a healthy cry.

Hours later, when exhaustion took over, the gang found peace. Fierce protectors, they watched over Dallas and Rayne, ready for the challenges ahead.

The birth had brought them closer. It was no longer just hanging out, it was about supporting each other. This was their family.

Dallas held Rayne close, his eyes filled with emotion. He was a father now, and he had his gang, his family, to stand by him.

Cathy slipped her small hand into Dallas's, watching her niece with a curious fascination. "She's beautiful," she whispered, a smile lighting up her face.

Dallas nodded, his smile as big as Cathy's. "She is," he agreed, his gaze finally tearing away from Rayne to meet Cathy's.

As the storm subsided, the gang fell asleep one by one, the soft breathing of Dallas and Rayne symbolizing their unity and love.

Despite the torrential storm and unexpected birth, the night brought them closer. It was evident in their caring touches, in the way they looked at one another.

The house was filled with the sound of the storm and the soft cooing of the baby. It was filled with love, bonding, and a new life.