Lisa Has a Calf, Part I

7 June, 1966

"It's alright Lisa, it's going to be okay." Oliver reassured, sitting her on their bed. Lisa was obviously very scared and that made him nervous. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, holding it close to her as she breathed heavily.

"I'm going to get on the phone and call the doctor and call Eb home, and…" Oliver began, letting go of her hand.

"Hurry Olivah, please! I can feel this is going fast!" Lisa desperately wanted a loving hand to hold. This felt very different…far more real than it had when she'd gone into labor a few months before.

"Okay- I'll be right back!"

Oliver climbed out the window and up the telephone poll. He was surprised that she seemed to be in heavy labor when he came back.

"Olivah! The doctor isn't going to make it here before your babies do!"

"Lisa, it's going to be alright." He comforted, sitting on the bed, just below her feet. She had brought her feet up close to her noting it eased the pain a little. He kissed her forehead as she laughed through her tears. "It's going to be okay, I promise, I promise. They'll wait long enough for the Doctor to come and Eb to- and you don't have to cry my love." He reached up to wipe her tears off her cheeks as she grabbed his shirt and held on for dear life.

"Yes I do! You haven't had a baby before! It hurts so…ha much, ha- Olivah! Help! Ahhh!"

"Here, here, take my hand, there my darling. You're alright." He gave her his hand. She took it and squeezed it tightly as she screamed, finding it much more comforting than his shirt.

"Can I vait, and have the babies in New York?" She asked, catching her breath.

"No!" He was frustrated.

"Don't vell at me!" Lisa yelled back at him as she cried, clutching his hand.

"Oh, honey, honey I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Olivah?" She said nervously.

"What sweetheart?" He was trying to sugarcoat this. He didn't want her to be mad at him while she was having the baby twins.

"I think I have to push."

"You have to…you have to push?"

She said nothing, and just nodded as she started to scream again. Oliver thought she couldn't be serious. He hadn't even delivered the calf! He had no idea how to deliver a baby…well, barely any idea. He'd seen it done once before, during the war. But what was he supposed to do if something went wrong?

"Lisa, you can wait a little…the doctor…"

"No, Olivah! It hurts so much! It's…Ahhh!"

Oliver was afraid he was going to pass out, but decided he better oblige and help her, noticing that her pains were suddenly closer together than he was comfortable with. And after all, he had never had a baby before, as the Mother, she was probably right. It was her body after all. He lye her back on some pillows, making sure she was as comfortable as he possibly could, before taking her hand again. The couple took a breath together, bracing themselves to bring their children into the world.

"Okay honey, we can do this. We can do this." She nodded through her tears. He didn't know who he was really trying to reassure, her or himself. "Oh honey, you're right. It's time! I can see the baby! I can see our baby's head!" Now he was going to pass out for a completely different reason, he could see his child.

"I know, that's vhy I'm telling you I'm ready!"

"Alright sweetheart." He said. "You can push when you're ready."

He knew she was serious when she began to scream and cry in Hungarian. The next few minutes were surreal for Oliver as he watched his first child come into the world. Lisa clutched his shirt as she screamed, saying Lord knows what to him in Hungarian. This made him even more nervous.

"Olivah, I can't! I can't anymore! It's turning me inside-out!" She screeched, leaning forward, her forehead falling against his. She was sobbing now and completely out of breath.

"Yes, yes you can." He said, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her tear-

stained face to meet his gaze. "You've got me, I'm right here, okay? We'll do this together." She nodded. "Can you push again, into the pain…it'll be alright Lisa, I promise."

"Olivah, is it awful, I can't look!" She questioned, her eyes closed and her forehead against his still.

"Don't look Lisa, but I've got our baby's little head in my hands and you're both doing just fine darling."

The baby was born just within the next few minutes and Lisa fell back into her pillows, happy to finally hear the baby cry. Oliver could barely fathom that the baby was taking its first breaths and coming to life, right in his hands.

"Oh Lisa! She's beautiful! We have a baby daughter and she's just beautiful!"

Oliver's nervousness about fatherhood was entirely erased the moment he first held his beautiful little girl. He fell in love with her the instant her big beautiful blue eyes opened and met his gaze for the first time. He couldn't believe she'd gotten his eyes: she looked like him!

"Olivah, she's beautiful!" Lisa sighed. He could tell that she was weak and very tired now, but she smiled brightly at him anyway. He wrapped the baby in a soft pink blanket and lye her on Lisa's chest. "Hello my beautiful baby darling." She whispered kissing the girl's tiny head. Lisa was overwhelmed by holding her own little girl and started to cry again. "Olivah, she's perfect."

"Yes she is, and I love you both so much." Oliver took the opportunity to kiss his wife softly, knowing it was just a matter of minutes before they'd have to start all over again and the second twin would be born.

"And I love you both no matter how much pain you just caused me!" She exclaimed teasingly. "Ohhh, ouch! Olivah! It's….ahhhhh!"

Will the Doctor ever arrive? Will Oliver have to deliver the second twin? Stay tuned to find out….

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