20 years ago…………

"Aaaaiyaaaaaaaa" Lyn was in labour. Small beads of sweat were forming rapidly over her fore head. The baby's birth had been late, two months to be precise, doctors were marveld by this But nature had awakened the late blossom and it was now looked at as nothing more than a late baby.

Her Husband squeased her palm in his, as a silent sign that it would be alright and that he was there to comfort her pain.

Soon a beautiful baby boy would be born. Max will be his name and they would grow together as a family. His wife, as if ignoring the pain turned to him and as if reading his mind bore a pain bearing smile.

She turned away from him quickly and yelled even louder.

"AAAAAAAIYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAA"

Ken looked at his wife, why did he begin to feel worried. He hated seeing his wife in pain and nine eleven months ago knew that this feeling would happen but why did he now feel the way he did?

"A-A—AAAAIIAAAAAAAAAA" Lyn screamed louder. Tears flowed out, the pain she was experiencing was definitely not from labour.

"Nurse scalpel!" The doctor's voice was stern and in a tone of hurry, Ken became concerned.

"What are you doing?" He asked the doctor.

"We need to make an emergency C-section." He replied as-a-matter-of-factly but failed to hide the hint of worry.

"But it was arranged that a C section was not needed." Ken raised his voice.

'Sir, there is a situation, but we ask that you wait patiently." He replied slightly annoyed. Apparently he was doing a task that required all his concentration.

Ken would have yelled at the man but the firm squeeze from Lyn retained him.

'AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAA!" Lyn roared in pain. Her grip tightened. As the doctors hands reached inside her bloated stomach. Ken could feel his heart beat change, whether it was faster or slower he could not tell.

Ken smelt something metallic. The doctor seemed to be panicking. Ken heard him give orders the nurses. The odor became stronger Ken's concentration drifted from 'what if Lyn is having a miscarriage? Would the baby, Max, never meet him? Will they even be able to have more children?' Then a thought struck him. 'Would Lyn make it…….'

Lyn was always good at knowing her husbands feelings or his thoughts. He just made them so obvious. She remembered that once he and one of his friends had an argument, it was about a simple opinion but she remembered how he had held the grudge for about a year then his friend moved away. But if Lyn were ever to mention his name in a casual conversation he became grumpy and cold.

Lyn had a sort of clairvoyance about these things; she could tell often how some situations would end.

And she knew that she would not be making it out. The postponed birth, the doctor's sudden leap and hasty jolt. She knew that they focused on saving the child first then the mother was optional. They say a mother always knows, but how can she? She probably won't even get the can to be a proper mother.

Being brave she tried to speak with out yelling.

"Ken tell him all about me."

Ken's face looked at her, it seemed in denial.

"Lyn, don't say that-

"No, be happy tell him all about me."

Lyn was fighting the pain. With difficulty she forced a smile.

Lyn died that day and Ken became a single father. Upon seeing all the colour drain from her skin and her almond eyes looking dull and lifeless was unbearable he had ran out of the room away from the fact that the doctors in this time, THIS TIME could not save two lives.

After half and hour or so a nurse told him that he could see his baby. It took him four seconds but he then walked towards the baby room.

A stout doctor with a pudding face stood at the door his fore head creased with lines of worry. He cleared his throat as if the words wanted to stay there deep within his throat and never be spoken. "Mr. Achu, Your child has successfully made it, your wife's death was caused by your baby's skin-"

"Max," He informed."

"Yes well, 'Max's' skin broke a vital artery in your wife's body and she bled to death."

"What do you mean 'bled." Ken's voice was still hoarse.

The doctor's already pale face seemed to have a new coat of whiter appearance.

"I'll show you." His white knuckles turned the door handle and with a deep sigh he opened the door.

Ken was lead through rows of babies, all asleep, eyes closed. But he heard one child crying, 'it would soon wake the rest' he thought but he soon realized that he was walking towards the noisy baby instead of approaching a quiet one.

Ken walked closer towards the crying child he felt no reason to breathe, would the child resemble him or Lyn? Would he always be this loud? Would be handful?

Ken's thoughts were swiped away as he saw what lay in front of him.

There was baby naked and his body was covered in porcupine quills.