Fatherhood
Chapter 1:
Greaseball was suddenly jostled out of sleep by Dinah, "It's time!" Came her frantic whisper. He was instant awake. The lights were off, but he could hear her labored breathing interrupted only by soft cries of pain. He turned on the low lighting lamp near their bed. "I'll get help." "Please don't leave me." Dinah's whisper was full of fear, "I'm scared Greaseball." He looked down at his wife, "It'll be okay dear." He reassured her, taking her hand in his. Then he kissed her on her lips before placing his ear on her huge belly. After listening a bit, he whispered to the infants inside, "Wait for daddy, please, wait for daddy." Then he ran to get help. Libraria was up late at the girl's station house cleaning when her son burst in. "Greaseball? You know you can't be here after hours." "Mom, it's Dinah!" "The babies?" Came Pearl's voice from the right side of the room. The observation car had gotten up for a late night glass of water and had stumbled onto the conversation. "Yeah, please, we need your help!" He was frantic. "I'll come...and, Pearl?" "Yes?" "I'll need your help too, will you come with us?" "Of course!" "Good, you'll need to learn about this anyway." "Hmm?" Questioned Pearl, shifting her head a touch to the right. "The way you and Rusty love each other, I'll expect at least one child from you two." "Expect at least three!" Joked Pearl, and the coaches laughed, but Greaseball didn't. "C'mon!" "Alright, alright, we're sorry. Don't worry son, nothing will happen, I'll see to it." Libraria stated, and off they ran. When they arrived, Dinah was going through a nightmare. Libraria patted her hand, "Oh you poor dear. Such a petite body and such large children. Same as I was when Greaseball was born." "Really?" Gasped Dinah between contractions. For a second, Greaseball was a tad annoyed that his mother had found yet another occasion to mention his childhood, but, he had to admit, it was true. He had seen pictures of his mother when she had been carrying him. "I know what you're going through dearie." Cooed Libraria to her daughter-in-law, taking a few towels from the closet. Handing one towel to Pearl, the old reading car instructed her to get a bowl of ice water in the room. This was to dampen the cloth so that Pearl could dab Dinah's forehead to keep her from becoming overheated. Greaseball sat to his wife's left and let her grip his hand with her pains. Small spasms ran through her body and Greaseball's anxiety level jumped a notch everytime she gripped his hand. This destroyed his tough guy image, but he didn't care. His mother whispered to him, "Be brave for your wife's sake. She'll feel better if you're strong." He complied and did his best to cover up his fear with tenderness. Unlike many women, Dinah didn't insult her spouse for putting her through all this pain. She did, however, whimper and cry in pain greatly. Pearl sat at Dinah's right, dabbing her forehead with the damp towel, dipping it in the ice water, and dabbing again. For a long time, nothing happened and the first rays of sunlight began to creep over the trainyard. "Dinah, listen to me. The babies have to come soon or the children's life may be at stake." Stated the old reading car, trying hard to cover her worry now. Dinah didn't respond, for she'd been on so long that her energy was used up. Sleep threatened to overtake her. Pearl shook her friend slightly, fear on her face, "C'mon Dinah, you have to wake up!" Greaseball knew exactly what to do. He leaned over and kissed her softly. She seemed to awaken instantly and kissed him back. "Alright now, I need you to push, dear." Commanded Libraria. Dinah had fresh tears in her eyes as she nodded. Her mother in law positioned herself at the end of the bed. Dinah gripped Greaseball's hand, took a deep breath, and entered the final stage of her labor.
Chapter 2
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