Teddy looked at Henry, who looked at Brooklyn. Brooklyn looked back at both her parents. Teddy's lip quivered and she started crying. Henry picked her up and sat on the mattress with her. He held her tight and whispered soothing words. Brooklyn scooted over next to Teddy and rested her head on Teddy's shoulder. Teddy's dirty blonde hair spilled into her face. Henry moved it out of the way and wrapped his arms around her.
"Mommy! Please don't cry. It's gonna be okay," Brooklyn said, hugging Teddy's arm. Teddy sobbed into Henry's chest. "I can't do this! I can't have a baby in the middle of nowhere. We're in a shed for crying out loud! They'll kill us if we try to leave and the police didn't even acknowledge our existence," Teddy cried. Henry rubbed her back. Brooklyn hugged Teddy again and told her, "Mommy, pretty please stop crying. You're making me sad." Teddy looked at Brooklyn and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry Brooke. I'll try to stop crying," she said.
A strong contraction surged through Teddy. "OWWW!," she yelped in pain. She was startled by it and she fallen out of Henry's grip. Brooklyn shot up and said to Teddy, "Mommy! Are you ok?" Henry looked at Teddy who had just fallen out of his arms. Teddy was sitting on the ground, clutching her stomach. "I'm fine. It was just a contraction. I got startled by the intensity," she explained. Henry helped her up and sat her back down on the mattress.
Brooklyn looked at Teddy's stomach. "Why is the baby being so mean?," she asked. Henry smiled at her and answered, "Sweetheart, this just means that the baby wants to be born." Brooklyn smiled and nodded. "Okay. When will the baby be here?," she asked. "It depends," Teddy answered. Brooklyn frowned. "I wanna meet it now!," she whined.
Henry lifted her onto his lap. "Do you think the baby is a girl or boy?," he asked, trying to distract her. Teddy and Henry didn't know the baby's gender either. They wanted to be surprised. Brooklyn shrugged. "I don't know," she answered.
Another contraction had hit Teddy. She was trying her best not to scream in pain. Henry looked at Teddy. "Honey, maybe you should let me examine you," he suggested. Teddy nodded and said to Henry, "Yeah. Your right."
Teddy laid back on the mattress. "Brooklyn, will you please put that blanket over Mommy?," Henry asked, pointing to a blue blanket that messily lay on the ground. Brooklyn picked it up and dropped it onto Teddy's head. Henry smiled at his daughter. "No, Sweetie I meant over her legs," he corrected. Brooklyn pulled the blanket off Teddy's head and put it over her legs. "Like this Daddy?," she asked curiously. Teddy nodded. "Perfect," she answered.
Henry found some hand sanitizer and tried to clean his hands as best as he could. After about five minutes, Henry told Teddy, "Ok you're about four centimeters dilated." Teddy looked at him. "Henry, I'm scared! I don't wanna have the baby here. I wanna be at the hospital, with an epidural," she said, with more tears threating to fall. Henry used the sanitizer again and he sat down next to Teddy. Wrapping his arms around her, he said, "Teddy, we'll be fine. Don't worry. Why don't you take a nap or something?" Brooklyn looked at Teddy then at Henry.
"Mommy, Daddy? Where do babies come from?"
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