This story is in the process of being revised; it may or may not actually come out being revised, since some of mine just can't be fixed and I have to delete all the chapters and start over. I'm revising pretty much everything I've written in the entire year of 2010 to 2013.
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This chapter has been revised!
Nine month pregnant Ella sat at the table eating dinner with her mother and brother. It was the first time she had sat down with them to eat dinner in months, having been resting most of the time. Her whole ninth month of pregnancy was spent with her either complaining, crying, or trying to write letters to Roy. She had gotten her high school equivalency in December, just after she had recovered and was allowed to go back to school, so she spent her eighth and ninth month at home, not leaving the house.
"So, Alphonse, have you been studying? Finals will be in a few months." Trisha mentioned.
"Yeah, I think I'm ready for them. I've done well enough on everything else so far." Al answered. It was during their conversation that Ella felt a thick liquid in between her legs. She allowed their conversation to continue while investigating. She didn't want to draw attention to herself if she just pissed herself.
"Mom, I think my water broke." Ella said, interrupting whatever her family was speaking about. The conversation, being interrupted, came to a halt, and everyone sat in silence.
"It did?" Trisha asked, breaking the silence. Ella nodded, watching her brother jump out of his chair to grab the overnight bag that they had packed weeks before.
"Hold on, Alphonse, she might not be able to move to a hospital." Trisha told.
"What do you mean I might not be able to move to a hospital?" Ella asked. Her voice was on the brink of panic. "I need to have my baby in the hospital!" she shouted out.
"I know, sweetheart, but it might take too long." Trisha said calmly.
"Then let's get moving!" Ella shouted once again. Trisha sighed, helping Ella out of her chair and getting her shoes on.
"Alphonse, I want you to call the doctor and let them know we're on our way, then catch up with us, alright?" Trisha asked her youngest.
"Alright, mom." Al said, not wasting any time and already getting to the phone.
Ella hadn't felt pain until that moment, doubling over in pain as they walked out the front door. "Are you alright?" her mother asked. "We can always get the doctor to come here."
"No, I want to go to the hospital." Ella said in determination. She forced herself up, still leaning onto Trisha for support, and began to walk down the path.
Their small town had no needs for cars, everyone walked everywhere, and sometimes they would have wagons to go into town where the markets were, where some people had cars. The Elrics lived in an isolated part of the town, and did not have a car. So, they were stuck to walk.
Ella pushed herself every minute of the way. No matter how much pain she was in, her baby was going to be born in a hospital, whether her body liked it or not.
Eventually, they made it to the hospital after Alphonse had caught up.
Ella was taken to a room where she was set up for birth. Several doctors mentioned that it was her first and she was young, so it would take a long time for the birthing process to actually be ready.
"What do you think your baby will look like?" Trisha asked to distract her daughter from the pain. Ella was dilated enough to get the epidural-medication inserted through an IV into the spinal area, which paralyzes you from the waist down so you don't have to deal with the pain-though she had refused it. I don't want to drug my baby, she had said to all of the doctors who offered the medication.
"She's gonna look like a fucking angel when my body gets her out." Ella said, throwing her head on her pillow as a contraction went through her. Trisha excused the bad language, since she remembered screaming out a few swear words to her husband when she gave birth.
"You know, when I went into labor with you, I thought I was going to die," Trisha began.
"DId they have to resuscitate you?" Ella interrupted.
"Hush, sweetie, I'm trying to be meaningful," Trisha chuckled. "Anyway, I thought I was going to die, but when they pulled you out of me and laid you on my chest, I knew it was completely worth it."
"I know it's worth it, mom," Ella said, panting softly. "Did you bring the camera? I want pictures."
"Of course I brought the camera," Trisha smiled. "How about we cover you up and your brother can come here? He brought Winry." she suggested. Ella nodded, her mother placing a blanket over her legs and letting Winry and Alphonse inside.
"Are you alright, Ella?" Al asked, sitting beside her on the opposite side of Trisha.
"I'm as good as I'll ever be." Ella said with a smile, which she was later told looked very pained.
"You didn't take the epidural?" Winry asked. Ella shook her head, the older female smiling. "I knew you wouldn't. Your baby will thank you for it later when she isn't a runt like you are."
"It should be illegal to make short jokes to someone who's in pain like this." Ella groaned.
"You'll be fine if you have enough energy to argue." Winry winked. SHe sat beside Trisha and held onto Ella's hand softly. The doctor then came into the room to check on Ella.
"How are we doing? In a considerable amount of pain?" the doctor asked.
"All the books I read said no pain, just pressure." Ella said.
"Well, it is pressure; painful pressure," the doctor chuckled. She dipped down under the blanket, making sure to keep everything shielded for the sake of Alphonse's eyes, knowing that he didn't want to see anything of that which was his sister's. "It's gonna be a little while. Family and friends, the couch over there is a pull out bed." the doctor smirked, walking out of the room.
"Ugh, she's never coming out. I'm just gonna have to live the rest of my life with a parasite inside of me." Ella concluded.
"Hush, sweetie, everything is going to be fine. In a few hours, you're going to have a precious baby girl." Trisha said with a smile.
And Ella did.
On February 22nd, midnight, Ella pushed out a baby girl with a full head of brown hair. So far, her eyes hadn't even opened yet. The baby was immediately handed to her newly eighteen-year old mother, who hugged her tightly, even though she was bloody.
"She's perfect," Ella said softly before they took the baby to clean her up. "Mandy is perfect."
"Mandy Elric..It's perfect." Trisha said with a smile.
"The best part of all; Mandy Mustang sounds just as good." Ela grinned ear to ear, being handed her clean baby.
Epilogue time? :D
