PROLOGUE

"Come on honey, you can do this," Zachary said as he held his wife's hand. Carrie was laid in the bed with her legs held up. Her hair was frizzled and her shirt stuck to her chest. "Just do what the doctor tells you and push."

"Oh no," Carrie said. "I'll just leave the little bastard stuck up in my uterus so I can continue to feel the wonders of child birth. It truly is the best thing anyone can ever feel."

"E-eh, um, excuse me," the doctor at the end of the bed interrupted, taken aback by the attitude and personalities of the two people who were in the room. "Mrs. Sandrine, I-I understand that this quite difficult and painful for you, b-but could you please try to refrain from acting like that? I-it's just-"

"It's not Misses anything," Carrie said, immediately cutting off any conversation with the doctor. "I'm not married yet, and won't be for another four months. In fact this child wasn't even," she stopped talking to let out a long groan as another contraction passed by. "Why didn't you wear a condom? Does seeing me in this pain turn you on, you sick fuck?"

"You're the one who said that I shouldn't wear one," Zachary retorted with an uncomfortable smile. He hated when she talked like that. Sure he could understand her pain, but he never really saw the point in using such language. He just hoped that she wouldn't use it in front of their child.

There was a pause as Carrie continued to pant and groan as contractions came and went. When there was time for her to reply she said, "Oh sure, listen to the woman who was completely drunk. That's called rape, you asshole."

Zachary cringed at her choice of words and even more so when another contraction came by and she really squeezed down on his hands. He was sure he felt one of his fingers dislocate itself. "One. You had one glass of Shuckle Berry Wine. I've seen you drink a bottle of tequila and still be fine. You can't blame me for this. I think you were just to exc-"

Once more the conversation was cut off by a scream from Carrie. This time it was the doctor who spoke first. "I-it's crowning. I can see the head. Come on, just a few more pushes and we can get this baby out of you."

The pain ridden woman continued to scream as a small being was exiting her vagina. To compensate with the pain she did squeezed her lover's hand so tightly that she broke his pinky and dislocated his ring and middle fingers. The nurses rushed to her side and held her down, to try and prevent her from wiggling her way out of the pain.

"That's it dear, you're almost done. Just a few more good pushes," Zachary said in his calm voice. It was so quiet and soothing that it was inaudible to those in the room as it was drowned out by the screaming Carrie was making, and just like he said, with just a few extra pushed the baby popped right on out and into the doctor's hands.

Riddled with joy from excreting the small sized human from her womb, and the relief that the large pain was gone, Carrie reached out and pulled her lover down and kissed him passionately. She hadn't felt that alive in a long time, but of course it could also be due to the fact that she had lost a lot of blood from the deliverance. A nurse came by during the couple's deep embracement of love and celebration to inject a needle into her arm.

"Where are you taking my baby?" Carrie yelled and pushed Zachary to the floor when she saw the doctor carry the baby out the door.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but it seems like there is some sort of problem with your baby that we did not pick up upon prior to the birth. He must be taken into intensive care before his condition worsens," the doctor said, in an uncharacteristic calmness that he did not show before or during the birth, and then quickly walked out the room with a small crying infant in his arms.

"Don't worry dear," a Nurse Joy said as she approached the couple. "Are doctors are very competent. There is no need to worry about your child. I'm sure he will survive and live a healthy life. Now why don't you just lay back and relax, you have been through a lot today and need your rest. Mr. Sandrine can stay with you, of course, as he would not be able to watch the operation. I'm sorry, it's just protocol."

Zachary sat down on the chair near the bed and let out a large gasp of air. He looked over at his panicking wife and patted her hand, the one that still clutched his like a bear trap. "They said not to worry, dear. Everything will be alright."

"Alright my ass," Carrie spat. "I want my child in my arms now. The only thing he needs is a good hug from his mother and everything will be fine."

"T-that's not how these things work."

"You think I don't know that? I'm terrified. I want my baby in my arms. I don't want him to die," Carrie cried. Her tears rolled down her face and Zachary could only wipe them away. He himself was terrified of what could happen to their child, but he had to remain calm. It was the only thing he knew how to do, besides battling.

Out behind the hospital the doctor held the new born baby in his hands. Strangely it was asleep instead of crying, despite being born less than hour before. The doctor feared for the child's health, but the health of his children was more important.

The weather outside was sunny, with a few clouds. It was rather hot for that time of the year, so it was easy to see who the person who came to pick up the baby was. The woman had a large hat and trench coat, as well as two large red "R"s for earrings. She most likely held her uniform underneath the trench coat, because for some reason they never want to take them off.

"This is the child, I presume?" the woman asked.

"Yes, ma'am. This is the child of the Champion Carrie Kaelo and Runner-Up Zachary Sandrine. Please take good care of this child."

"If battling runs through genes than I will take care of this bastard as if it were my own, but for now," the woman pulled out a pokeball and released a Blissey. "My Blissey will take care of it. For your hard work, we will no longer harass your family."

The doctor nodded slowly and handed the child over to the Blissey. "And what should I say happened to the baby?"

"Are you a fucking moron? Tell them the baby died."