Chapter 1: Baby Blues
Michael
Family.
Some say it's wonderful, while others say it's terrible. For me, I'm with the former.
I used to be ignorant about my family. I hated them, and they hated me back. I was also a criminal who committed big heists, who flushed out the Merryweather Security and the FIB.
I'm rich from my last heist. The weather of Los Santos is great. I'm a hardworking, famous movie producer.
What bad could possibly happen here?
I drove my Tailgater into the driveway, as I made out my thoughts.
"Kids, I'm home!"
But as I opened the door, I saw my son, Jimmy, panicking.
"Dad! Dad!"
'What's wrong, son?"
"You have to help us! Mom passed out in the bathroom after barfing!"
What!?
"Where's Tracey?"
"She's with mom. You have to help!"
Oh shit, shit shit shit shit!
I ran to the bathroom and opened the door to see Amanda unconscious with Tracey sobbing at her side.
"Trace! Did you call 911?"
"I-I did! I-I d-don't know what's g-going o-on! Waaah!"
As I finished my word, Paramedics struck in.
"You have to save her! She's my wife!"
"Don't worry. Get in the ambulance! We're going for Mount Zonah Medical Center!"
"Jimmy! Tracey! Come on!"
How did this happen?
I wondered as I waited out the ER, with Jimmy and Tracey on my side.
"Dad? Do you think she's..."
"Yes?"
"...pregnant?"
What!
"No, Jimmy...That would be completely abnormal. I'm sure she's...controlled now."
Just then, the doctor came out.
"How's my wife, doc?"
"Worst case of sickness I've ever seen. We did MRI on her and..."
"What?"
"Congratulations, Mr. De Santa...She's got an embryo in her. She's pregnant."
Goddammit! And two children were exhausting already!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Babies up my Ass-Deny Jimmy's thoughts.
Baby Boom-Scream.
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