Spencer sat on the couch watching television, her night shirt was slightly wet from the shower she had just taken, her pajama bottoms filled her body with warmth, "So I was thinking..." the voice spoke.
She turned her head to see Serenity standing by the couch, "That's never good..."
"Hey!" the older woman sat down smacking Spencer on the arm.
"I'm just kidding," Spencer smiled before kissing Serenity who pulled away so they were facing each other, "What's wrong?"
"When are we going to tell them?"
Spencer tensed at the comment, not really wanting to talk about that yet, "Soon..."
"How soon Spencer, I don't want to keep this in the dark much longer." Serenity caressed the blonde's cheek making sure to be as gentle as possible, "I love you."
"I know, we'll tell them on the trip," Spencer assured her but really she had no clue how to break the news to her family.
"Okay if you say so," Serenity stood up.
"Where you going?"
"Home," Spencer stood up walking over and wrapping her arms around Serenity's waist.
"Don't leave," Since prom she hasn't been able to get a decent nights rest with out someone holding her and with Serenity it was easy to fall asleep but nothing like the complete calm of being in Ashley's arms.
"Spence, sweetie you can't have me here all the time, I have to go home, I have things to do." Serenity untangled herself from her girlfriend.
"Well what if I came with you?"
"I'll see you tomorrow," Serenity leaned down for a quick kiss.
"You sure you're not mad?"
"Positive, see you later." Spencer waved good bye and waited for the door to close before heading off to her bed room and laying down staring at the ceiling.
Paula sat in the waiting room, her tired eyes scanning over an old issue of cosmopolitan, while the clock ticked down. She sighed as she thought about everything she'd been through the past two years, moving to LA, cheating on her husband, finding out her daughter is gay, losing her husband to dead man's society club and so many others she didn't even want to closely think about at this time.
"Mrs. Carlin?" a man stepped into the waiting room, interrupting the silence of each person there.
"That's me," Paula tossed the magazine back on to the table before standing up and following the man thru the heavy set glass doors. The hallway stretched out for what seemed like miles, they took left turns and right turns until they ended up at the right door.
"Go on in, he'll be with you in a minute," the man assured with a courtesy nod.
"Thank you," Paula entered the small office and sat down in one of the plush comfy chairs opposite of the desk, her heart pounded as she sat in the stillness. Hands clutched the arm rest in anticipation of the knock, the one signaling he was on the other side, ready to give her the information she sought. Running her hands thru fading blonde locks she stared at all the posters and degrees along the wall, one poster held a child being born and held by her father which made her smile...
Paula laid on the table legs stretched up while men and women stared her down, pain ripped thru her lower body yet seemed to travel back up to her upper half as well, "Okay...push...1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10...stop and breath, your doing fine." The doctor encouraged.
"Oh shove it,"
she growled just wishing the baby would get out. She'd gone into
labor at Glen's school, her little boy was in a play, leading role,
she was so proud of her two year old, he ran out dressed in the cow
costume Paula spent a whole week preparing, she stood to applauded
her little man when some stranger next to her mentioned to her that
she spilt her drink, looking down she noticed the water running down
her legs and the pain started. Her first thought was why pain only
starts when you realize your hurt or in labor, than all coherent
thought left as she gripped onto Arthur's shirt, he noticed and ran
to get Glen and the three shot off to the hospital, that was two days
ago.
"We need another
big push Paula," the doctor ordered.
"You're doing great honey," Arthur cooed all thought his mind was more on the crushing bones in his hand where his wife was continually squeezing.
"Shut up this is all your fault," even she thought that sounded stupid but had no chance to apologize as another contraction started, "ARRRRRRRRHHHHH!" she screamed while listening to the doctor count it off yet again.
Arthur tried in vain to get his hand lose from her clutch but the more he yanked back the tighter she held on, he swore he could see the tips of his fingers turning purple, "Is this normal?"
"Normal?" one of the nurses came closer, unsure of his question.
"Labor, she was only in labor for a few hours before our son was born,"
"Yes sir, some can take days, it's nothing to worry about," she patted his shoulder before glancing down to his hand, "I'll get you some ice," she smiled and skipped out of the room.
Arthur felt the
collar on his shirt rip forward giving him whiplash until his face
was mere inches from his wife's, "I'm in labor with our child
and your flirting!"
"I wasn't...she, um, ice..." he looked down at his hand again only this time blue eyes drifted down to see as well.
Paula felt bad for her husband sitting there with a defective hand now that she was allowed to get to it, but it soon rushed out of her mind as another contraction began and she squeezed the life out of it, husband and wife screamed in unison. As the doctor counted down she felt like her body was being ripped in half like a demon had been growing inside her now it was just stirring and was ready to eat her from the inside out to make it's way into the world, she shook her head promising never to watch Alien again with her husband.
Than it all subsided, her body went limp on the table, sweat poured down her skin flushing it with exertion, the silence broke by the sound of a small cry of a baby, smiling she tried to look up and see but her head was to heavy and fell back down the most she hoped to do was move it back and forth, "Congratulations it's a girl!"
"Did you hear that honey?" Arthur replied happily not knowing where to keep his eyes, on the new baby being cleaned up or on his exhausted wife beside him. The nurse wrapped a pink blanket around the child and brought her over to the new parents.
"Here's you baby daddy," the nurses smiled handing the child over.
Arthur put both hands out and under the baby girl, holding her so close to his chest that the baby could hear and feel his heart beat which seemed to calm the crying, the baby glanced up with bright shinning blue eyes up into his brown ones, "Welcome to the family baby girl." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead before lifting her up so Paula could see the miracle they brought into life.
A smile reaching all the way up to her ears, "She's a stubborn one," the new mom laughed holding her child while caressing the soft baby flesh of its cheek.
The memory faded as the thought occurred to her that Spencer was still stubborn, innocent, shy and quiet and a perfect daughter but her will was as strong as the day she was born, than the knock came bringing her back down from the happy moment.
He came in with his sullen face as he nodded to her and sat behind his desk, shoveling thru paper after paper before finally glancing up to her, "I...I'm sorry," he replied sadly making her heart jump into her throat, "When do you want to tell them?"
Paula sighed; she didn't know how to tell her family.
TBC.
