Piccolo Pagliaccio
It wasn't that I didn't want kids, I did, I just did not think it was possible after the acid baths Mistah J and I took. The positive pregnancy tests took me by surprise, but what I wasn't expecting was Mistah J's reaction. He was happy, not thrilled but happy; I thought he was going to be furious. Babies obviously don't fit well with our lifestyle. I think the idea of his own prodigy excited him, half of him and half of me.
Morning sickness hit me hard; I spent most days attached to the toilet or a bucket. Puddin' would sit with me at times and hold my hair back, but only when he felt like it; it's the thought that counts right? Since we couldn't waltz into an OBGYN office and we didn't want Batsy to find out, Puddin' got one of his henchmen's wives, who happened to be a nurse, to take care of me. It was easy enough to steal the medical equipment we needed. The first time we saw it I was thirteen weeks along; it looked like an almond. I wanted to find out what it was but Mistah J wanted to wait, saying the anticipation would make it more exciting. I think he was scared that knowing what it is was would make it feel real and he wasn't ready for that.
As I started to get bigger, sleep became harder since I only slept on my stomach; I had a body pillow but it didn't help much. Mistah J almost never slept due to his insomnia but he would lay we me until I dozed off; he would hold me close and rub my back. Once the morning sickness ended the crankiness and aches hit. My back was constantly sore which made me irritable. I took my anger out on the henchman closest to me, but every once in a while, I snapped at Puddin'. As soon as I realized what I did I would break down into hysterical sobs. His anger was always explosive and erratic and even though he tried his best to keep in check during my pregnancy there were a few times he slapped me. He would go stiff and his nostrils would flair, but as soon as he saw the fear in my eyes and my arms wrapped protectively around my swollen belly, he would stomp off angrily. I'd then hear him empty a gun on some poor goon.
The first time I felt it kick I ran straight into his office; I knew he was in a meeting but I didn't care. The scowl on his face disappeared once I placed his hand on my belly and he felt the light tap. He pulled me close and let out a wonderful laugh; the sound was music to me ears. That night he slept with his head on my belly. Once it got to the point where I couldn't see my feet I lost it. How could he still find it attractive when he owned a club full of sexy, half naked women? My nervousness turned into a panic attack and I ended up passing out. When I woke up Puddin' was sitting by my bedside holding my hand. The baby was fine but my blood pressure was high so I was put on bed rest for the last three months of my pregnancy.
Mistah J stayed by my side most days, working in the bedroom instead of his office. I spent most of my time either sleeping or reading the trashy novels he hated so much; he liked to work in silence but didn't seem to mind when I watched cartoons. My back ached constantly and even the hot baths I took didn't help, I just wanted this thing out of me. Red would come by for a few hours every few days, it was the longest her and Mistah J could be in the same place without killing each other. She would paint my toes and tell me what was going on in Gotham.
When my water broke it was six weeks before my due date. The doctor said the baby's vitals were fine and that my early labor was due to stress. Puddin' stayed by my side and held my hand as the contractions hit, the pain worse than anything I had ever felt before. After twenty hours of labor and three hours of pushing, she was finally born; a beautiful baby girl with no hair and big blue eyes. As Puddin' held her in his arms he decided on the name Violet. I stared at him and saw nothing but love in his eyes as he gazed down at our daughter…OUR little Violet.