I'm back with my second story, about Grandma, don't worry all you Virgil fans am working on one staring him. As you can imagine quite hard to write as I don't think he was meant to be gay. I didn't know whether to keep this story as a 'one shot' or not, let me know your thoughts.

I don't own them.

Mrs Tracy breathed in the cool morning air as she stepped off the porch that was attached to the old farm house where she and her late husband Grant had set up home over forty years prior. They gave Jeff the house when Virgil was born as he and Lucy needed the extra space with their family growing as rapidly as it did, she and Grant downsized, then when Grant and Lucy died in the avalanche she moved in with her son and grandsons. Even though she had disliked her son's late wife Lucy from day one, not because she was a horrible person, quite the opposite she had been quiet, shy and a loving companion for Jeff then later for their sons. No, the reason she disliked Lucy was because she had taken her only child away from her.

'I would have loved to have had more children,' she thought to herself, 'but Jefferson was nearly 10lb when he was born and apparently the babies get bigger every time you have one, I wouldn't have done that again for all the tea in China!' still thinking to herself as she straightened her grey hat on her head. She was dressed in a knitted grey knee length skirt, matching blazer and white blouse. She smiled to herself as John, who was into his murder mysteries, always said it was her Miss Marple outfit.

'My friend, Muriel and I had our first child at the same time, in fact that's how we met. She had a girl, I was so envious of her, I must say I was slightly disappointed when I had a boy, but loved him none the less; we always said that Jeff and her little one would grow up together and get married. If he had done who knows we might have had a girl in the family,' but all said and done she admired Lucy for having as many children as she did!

'When Muriel had her second child he was 14lb! I didn't think they would ever get him out! I thought they would have to do that small incision that most of us have, on her up to her navel! When I told Grant that, even he crossed his legs at the thought! I mean she had breast feed too, she had talked to me about her nipples being sore so I had recommended camomile lotion, which helped me when I was a little chapped from breast feeding. One day she had shown me her nipple and I swear that thing was hanging off! Well that was it I took my camomile lotion back, she was past any help I could offer.'

'They always say that women feel they lose all form of dignity when they give birth, presumably because they obviously have to 'expose' themselves to complete strangers on a daily basis for the last month of their pregnancy. I lost all my dignity a completely different way,' she thought arriving at the bus stop just in time to see the bus arrive from around the corner. The bus hissed to a stop, had opened its doors and was letting people on and off, when it was her turn she flashed her pass to the driver who wasn't even looking anyway and she found a seat as close to the front as she could.

'Now where was I? Oh yes, dignity! Like I was saying I managed to completely humiliate myself. Now in my birth plan I had said that I didn't want any sort of pain relief, but it got too much and I gave in! In all honesty I wish I hadn't. On my third puff of gas and air the valve on the mask started to make a sort of 'hoonnnk' noise! I started to ask where the ships docked in the hospital, this was still fairly early on while I was still in the labour suite, you know the point where your husband is reading the paper and digging into a cheese sandwich while absent mindedly telling you to walk around or sit on the ball! If anything he found the whole thing quite funny,' Smiling at the memory she remembered what happened next, 'He soon put his paper and sandwich away when the midwife told him off for not helping to monitor my contractions! Ha! I got my own back though, later on when I was taken down to the delivery suite the midwife was trying to get me in a comfortable position to 'perform' she asked 'What are you like on all fours?' well that was it pay back! I said to her 'I don't know you'll have to ask him' and I pointed to Grant. Well the poor man didn't know where to put himself, especially when the midwives started give each other glances and snigger.'

'A couple of hours later I was holding the most amazing beautiful baby boy, it was only the second time I had ever seen Grant cry, the first being about half an hour earlier when I squeezed his hand a bit too hard. I would give any woman the same advice – make them suffer as much as you!'

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