Forgot the Disclaimer in the last chapter so here it is:
Disclaimer: I don't own RENT nor do I own Barbie. Respectively they're owned by J. Larson and Mattel…no children or animals were harmed in the making of this story.
Feisty
Dinah and Howard Jefferson were taking their morning constitutional one sunny August morning. As they walked around the park in their home town of Greenwich, Dinah walked a little slower than her husband. The lawyer was pregnant; 3 days overdue to be exact. The weight of the baby was overwhelming to Dinah so she decided not to herself this morning.
"It's a lovely day don't you think so dear?" Howard asked his wife as they strolled leisurely through the park.
Dinah signed, "It would be much lovelier if we were taking this walk with our new son…"
"Or daughter," Howard said smiling, "Why are you so set on having a boy?"
"I don't know," she said feeling her stomach, "Maybe it's just a mother's intuition or maybe it's because the little one is so darned feisty!" The couple laughed as the fetus inside of Dinah kicked.
Howard placed his hand on Dinah's stomach, "The baby's just probably ready to get out of that belly!"
Suddenly Dinah gripped Howard's shoulder and a look of utter surprise washed over her face.
"Howard," she gasped, "I think this baby is more ready than we expected…"
"Goodness! The baby's coming? Now? Are you sure it's not a false alarm?"
"Howard."
"Should I find a pay phone?"
"Howard."
"Or a wheelchair, maybe a wheelchair is better; yeah…"
"HOWARD."
"Oh my gosh did we even drive her? We don't even have the car with us!"
"HOWARD WILL YOU PLEASE LISTEN TO ME?"
Howard stopped his ranting and focused on Dinah, "Sorry hun, what?"
"Thank you," the soon to be mother said calmly, "Now if you'll just help me walk home we can call the hospital there and find out what to do next, okay?"
Mr. Jefferson nodded and began quickly walking towards their house.
"Um, Howey?"
"Yes dear?"
"Could you please hel me, you think??"
"Oh!" Howard exclaimed running back to retrieve Dinah, "I'm so sorry. Come on, let help you…"
Four hours later the couple arrived at Mt. Sanai Hospital. When they had reached the house Howard quickly phoned the doctor to see what to do. He recommended that Dinah res and come in when her contractions were about 5 minutes apart. Finally the time had come and Dinah was now laying on a bed, with drugs in her system, ready to pop out a baby. If only the baby decided to get moving.
"Okay Mrs. Jefferson," a chipper nurse said while snapping on a rubber glove, "Let's check you out…if you could just open your legs for me…uh huh…mmhmm…okey dokey artichokey! This baby is ready to come out! You're 10 cm now so I'll just go get Dr. Stevenson and we'll be on our way to a baby!"
Dinah Jefferson was finally about to have her baby! After 9 long months and 3 even longer days, it was time to push.
"Alright Mrs. Jefferson, I want you to bear down and push for me okay?" Dr. Stevenson said as she snapped on a pair of clean gloves and put Dinah's legs into stirrups.
"Ready? Go! 1…2…3…"
"You're doing great baby; keep pushing!" Mr. Jefferson encouraged from the side of the bed. Ten painstakingly long seconds later, Mrs. Jefferson had pushed all that she could..
"No more…" she panted, "I can't do anymore…"
"Come on Mrs. J, you're doing great! I see the head. Just one more push and you'll be done!"
"You can do it Dinah, give 'em one more push. Just one mre and it'll all be over…"
"Howard, SHUT UP!" Despite Dinah's rage, she really did want this baby out. So for the last time she promised herself she ever would, she pushed. And pushed and pushed and pushed; until finally…
"It's a girl!" cried Howard Jefferson as the doctor pulled out a squirming newborn. As her first cries came out of her mouth, tears of happiness poured down Dinah's face. The new baby came out kicking and screaming—literally. Yet by the time she was wiped off and handed to her mother, the newborn baby girl had quieted down a bit.
"Hello little one…" the mother cooed while playing with the baby's fingers and toes, "I'm your Mommy."
"Mrs. Jefferson?" the nurse quietly interrupted, "Do you have a name picked out yet?"
"Joanne Nicole Jefferson," Dinah replied smiling, "My darling child."
"Our feisty darling child…" Howard added as he placed a hand on Dinah's shoulder.
3 Years Later
The house was crowded with toys, books, sippy cups, random socks, wrapping paper, and of course more toys. It was the aftermath of Joanne's 3rd birthday party and her parents were worn out.
"So did you enjoy your party kitten?" her father asked while sitting on the couch watching her play.
Joanne was busy playing with her new Barbie doll on the carpet of her living room. She looked up at her father's question, "Uh-huh!"
"I'm glad you did," Dinah replied as she walked into the living room, "Now Little Mis Active, it is time for you to take a bath. It's nearly 6: 45…bedtime is at 7:30. Even on your birthday."
"But Mommy, I'm a big kid now. I no wanna take a bath!!"
"I know you want to keep playing, but you have to get ready for bed. Maybe if you finish your bath early you can play some more…"
"But Mommy, I no wanna go to bed!"
Mr. Jefferson sighed at the argument that was about to unfold. He leaned down and picked Joanne up from the floor and placed her over his shoulder, "Come on kitten, you need to listen to Mommy and come take a bath."
"Daddy, NO!" Joanne screamed as if she were being taken to the slaughter house. She really didn't want her father to carry her to take a bath.
"See Howard," Dinah said as she walked behind the pair, "I told you we had a feisty one on our hands…"
"Hey, you brought her home!" he replied chuckling. Now focused back on Joanne. She still was throwing a tantrum over her dad's shoulder; screaming and kicking like there was no tomorrow.
"Joanne…" he mom warned, "Mommy really needs you to calm down sweetie." Still there was no response from the toddler. She continued pleading and screaming to get down.
"Joanne Nicole Jefferson," her father said sternly, "does Daddy have to spank you on your birthday?" That seemed to do the trick.
"Noooooooo!" Joanne's whining finally began to calm down.
"Then I need you to be a good girl and take a bath for mommy, okay?"
"Okay," Joanne said as she slid down her father's arms, "Let's go take a bath mommy!"
"We really have got ourselves a wild child on our hands, don't we Howard?"
"Oh yes Dinah, we really do…"
"Well goodness Joanne, who knew you were so, so... wild as a little kid?" Maureen said smiling at her wife.
"What are you tryna say, huh? I can't be wild anymore?"
"No, not at all Pookie. I'm just saying you've…toned it down a bit."
The lawyer smirked, "Oh yeah?"
"Uh huh…"
"Well I bet I can make you go wild tonight," the lawyer said wagging her eyebrows.
Maureen liked the way this conversation was going, "How much are we bettinghere?"
"Oh, no need for money on this one Honeybear."
"And why is that Mrs. Jefferson-Johnson?" the diva asked inquisitively.
"Because it's not so much a bet as a promise…" Joanne whispered seductively into Maureen's ear as she began to make her way towards the bedroom.
"Oooh, I like the sound of that!" Maureen giggled as she followed her lover into the room. As the door closed you could hear a squeal of delight escape the diva's mouth.
A/N: Good? Bad? Should I never write again? Do tell!! Review!!
Ah, yes…and pictures of how I expect the characters to look:
3 Year old Joanne: http://viewmorepics. Jefferson : Jefferson :
