Being born is not in any way, shape, or form a clean process.
One moment your happily floating around in a warm and cozy space, next thing you know your head is being squeezed so hard you feel like your gonna get brain damage. Honestly I half expected my head to burst, it really was an irritating process. Not to mention the woman screaming her head off like a banshee and all the men and women yelling like a bunch of idiots, its not like thats gonna calm her down you morons!
Atlas the whole ordeal was over quickly and the next thing I know I'm in my 'mother's' arms and the yelling has quieted to women crying happily and men laughing at the beautiful 'miracle' that was my bloody and misshapen self.
The doctors took me away from my mothers arms to wrap me in a blanket and let my new 'father' cut my umbilical cord. It was luckily only a pinch but it had me crying even more against my will. I have to wonder how the hell babies deal with this idiocy.
When all the doctors and nurses had left the room i was in my mothers arms and my father was staring down at us with loving eyes that almost had me feel bad for him getting stuck with me, almost.
"What should we name him?"
My new fathers gentle and smooth voice echoed in my ears like a light rain would. My mothers voice soon following after.
"Salem...?" She asked gently in a voice similar to my fathers, light and gentle.
My father smiled warmly in answer raising a hand to run a finger lightly across my cheek in a affectionate gesture. It gave me a strange feeling of earth and love that stuttered my mind.
"Its perfect."
"Salem!"
A woman's voice lightly cooed my name in exitment causing my head to snap up and look at my mothers loving and affectionate smile with amusement. She was a very trusting and kind woman, something my father seemed both fond and weary of.
My mother gently hooked her hands under my armpits and pulled me out of my crib to rest on her hip. She lightly rocked me as she began to walk out of the room, closing the door behind her with a click.
"Fathers home dear, he'll be so happy to see you."
She told me with a warm smile as she walked down the stairs.
My father seemed to be a very busy person, always away or having business partners over, I wasn't sure at first but I now had a pretty good idea of what he did for a living.
My birth-giver walked into the living room to had me to my father who had just finished taking off his tie.
"Hello my love, have you been good to your mother while I was gone?" He asked looking down at my warmly while my mother giggled, reminding that they were both quite young, something I had figured out some time ago.
I looked up at him curiously as he smiled at me and my mother, the same way he did that day I was born for the second time.
In truth these people were very different from my previous parents, my mother and father had been old and cruel for their day and age, they had believed in the old ways of beating their children into understanding and submission, were as these parents believed in kindness and being gentle with their child.
It was a warmth and love I had never known or received before.
I loved it.