Chapter 2 Welcome Little Marshy!
"Aaaaaaaahhh! MARCUS LLOYD JULIUS ABADEER! I SWEAR to GLOB! I'm gonna kill you if this didn't go right! I'LL KILL YOU! I'llkillyouI'llkillyouI'llkillyou! I'LL. FREAKIN'. KILL. YOOUUU!"
Henriette screamed at her husband whose left arm was currently in her grasp. She tightened her grip as the night passes by and everytime the doctor tells her to push harder. Her voice scaring every tiny creature in land, on air or even underwater. And yes, she is giving birth to her baby... right here, right now.
Marcus Lloyd Julius Abadeer a.k.a Marc, has a black mustache below his nose, Henriette's husband, and a person that will soon loose his left arm in no time stood beside his wife patiently. He was trying his best not to cry out in pain made by his beloved partner in life as she herself almost kicked her lungs out from her internal organs when screaming every single word she could think of.
The tensed doctor held her hands out to reach for the baby's head covered with blood and nothing else. Few minutes later, they all calmed down. Henriette finally let go of Marc's left arm, and the only sounds present on the air were her hard breathing and the baby's cries.
The doctor found herself amazed at the young person she's holding.
"What a handsome young man he is! Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Abadeer!"
She held the baby to Henriette after cleaning the blood which covers. The couple smiled at each other when they witnessed the beauty their son has, exactly as what the doctor sees.
"So what would you like to name such angelous child?"
Marc looked at Henriette's dark red eyes with his deep black ones, they both share a smile and turned back towards the doctor, who is apparently holding a piece of paper to probably write the young child's name on.
"We've chosen this name just the month after our wedding, when we were still wanderers about marriage life." Marc said.
"True. And I was the one who decided to choose that name. It symbolizes bravery, independence and loyalty, just like the cops who stay up all night to keep us safe in every hour, every minute, every second..." Henriette added.
"Because of all these things that we wanted him to have when he grow up, to make it easier for him to understand who he is and who we wanted him to be. My child will stand in this name we will be proud of. The world must know th my baby's name is Marshall Lee Abadeer. A proud inheritor of Abadeer's wealth and precociousnes!" they both said together.
"Well then, I am very glad you've picked such a nice name for your pretty child. Let him be what you expect him to be Madam and Sir. That's all we need for tonight. Later, some nurses will come to your room and get baby..." the doctor read the name written on the piece of paper. "Marshall to the nursery room. New born babies shall stay in that room as long as we're in sail but, you can take him out if you want anytime starting from tomorrow. Goodbye Mr. and Mrs. Abadeer, may Marshall have a good future and great plans someday."
"Thank you."
The doctor left the family together there, alone with no noise except the roaring thunders and nonstop rainstorm. They're all having a great time even though they just stood like that for minutes.
"You heard that? They said they wanted to see the best of you someday." Henriette told the child in her arms lovingly.
"But before we see him hold a valuable suitcase and stand in court or hide a pistol in his pants' pocket, why don't we celebrate first? Like...'Welcome Little Marshy!' with hot chocolates and sliced bread soaked with strawberry jam or peanut butter."
"Hey, but Marshall can't chew those! Perhaps he'll have milk for good, right? Right." Henriette slapped Marc by the arm.
"Ouch... that hurts you know!" he exclaimed at her.
"Whatever. Just get those foods already! We're getting hungry you know."
"Kay fine." he started to walk away mummbling something under his breath.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Henriette snapped him out. Marc almost slipped on the floor surprised. He didn't see that coming.
"Wha-what? I-I said you're the m-most-est beautiful-est, prettier-est and the most-est gorgeous-er-est lady I've ever met!" he screamed back bitting his lower tounge and shut his eyes waiting for her response.
"Why thank you! But you don't have to bother on telling me so, because I already knew it long before I met you!" she replied making Marc laugh like a maniac after slamming the door behind him. And before he knew it, his shoes were untied all this time so start counting in 3...2...1...

BLAG!

BEHOLD, THE UGLIEST WURUS IN THE WORLD!