Two days later, She can feel the contractions worsen, lasting longer each time. Nurses ran frantic trying to help her as best they can. Her pain is intense, but every few minutes she asks in a whisper, "Is my baby going to be alright?"
Brain raises his voice from the corner of the room, expressing pure frustration, "Relax Rebecca!"
The nurses reassure her that it's normal, though they themselves see the complications she's enduring and wonder if their statements are truthful. Finally the doctor tells her she's in labor. Moments before she screams in a bit of pain.
Brian dashes for the door and angrily slams it. The nurses tremble, confused by his nature.
Rebecca can feel a lump in her throat. She panics to think that he will never change his mind about their child.
. . . . . . . . .
Hours pass, the doctor's are still around her as her vision blurs. Contractions continue, this being the third day of a long and complicated labor. Chills and shakiness en-lope her body. She feels alone, hurt that Brian refuses to even walk in the room.
Her dilating is complete, the pain is unbearable, and her mind is racing. Her shrills are quiet, her gentle face expressing pure fragility. She throws her head back, her mouth open, and tears spilling down her cheek. Her sounds are soft, surprising to the nurses around her;
"Mrs. Banner, you need to breathe."
"Mrs. Banner, stay awake!"
"Mrs. Banner, we need you to push now!"
She can't focus. In her mind, she's asking about her child. In reality, her words are soft noises that are barely audible. The pain intensifies as she screams; A sound that has rippled through the room and the hallway into the ears of an aggravated father.
The birthing team breathes a brief sigh of relief as does the new mother. She pounds her head against the pillow, in exasperation.
"Congratulations Mrs. Banner. It's a boy."
She shakes her head as she mumbles, "Is he okay? Is my baby okay?"
The nurse narrows her focus becoming concerned, "Mrs. Banner? Mrs. Banner are you alright?"
She reopens her eyes, "Yes, where's my baby?"
Her assistant brushes the curly lock from her forehead, "It's okay Mrs. Banner."
Rebecca repeats herself becoming nervous, "Where's my baby?"
"The doctor took him downstairs. Don't worry, it's just a precaution."
She struggles to sit up, still panicking, "Precaution? For what?"
"Just to make sure we don't find any trace radiation due to your husbands accident."
She feels a lump in her throat. After three days of labor, she still hasn't seen her child, "I understand, but I want my baby. Please!"
"Please Mrs. Banner. You need to trust us. We'll bring him up as soon as possible."
Rebecca throws her hands over her face, emotionally imbalanced, still concerned with what Brian will say; "I just want my baby! I want peace, I want a family, I want my husband, I want my son."
The tender nurse brushes her tears, "I'll go see where he's at."
Brian opens the door, seeing his wife in a state of complete grief. He feels slightly happier not seeing the child. Until that darn nurse returned, baby in her arms.
Rebecca's eyes light up as she cuddles her small son in her arms.
The nurse decides to wait outside for a while before taking the boy back for testing.
The new mom smiles, surprised at his small and fragile features;
"Look at him Brian, he's beautiful! Look at his dark curly locks! Oh! His eyes Brian, look their brown!"
He refuses to look up, even for a moment. In an aggravated tone he harshly asks, "What's his name."
She looks at her husband questioningly, then back at her son, "I like Robert."
She thinks for a moment, "Or Bruce?"
He pauses in shock. Of all the names to think of.
She misunderstands his silence, "Robert is a nice name."
He crosses his arms, still looking down at the floor, "He's yours."
"Robert Bruce Banner." She kisses his small head gently, making Brian envious of her complete admiration for this monster within her arms. He stands up, and abruptly slams the door, just as he did before. She jumps, causing the small child to pick up her fear. Tears pour from his small eyes shut closed.
She carefully swaddles hm tighter within her embrace, "Shh, it's okay baby. I've got you, don't cry. I'm here sweet-heart, nothing can hurt you."
She draws him even closer, his noises soften as he recognizes her calm and tender voice. She lifts her gentle forefinger below his eyes brushing away a tear. She hums a tune slowly and kindly, whispering into his ear;
"It will be alright, I will be here, don't you cry. Nothing's going to harm you, not while I'm around."
