Alfred's mother; Francine. Had finally started her week of vacation. After working for so long on and off, early morning shifts to midnight blues. It was all worth it when she got the chance to kiss her husband off to work and go back upstairs to try and sleep, but it wasn't until she began to hear soft pained moans, that she wasn't going to sleep as of yet.

She raised a brow and stepped closer to Alfred's bedroom, pushing open the already partially opened door.

"Alfred?" She spoke softly,stepping into the room and saw the boy rubbing his large tummy.

Alfred had woken up to sharp dull pain all through out his lower abdomen; he'd took one of the pills his doctor had prescribed him but from how things were now it was obvious to say they weren't doing their job good enough.

He rubbed circles into his swollen stomach and kept himself lied back onto a few pillows to ease the pain from spine but sure as hell didn't ease the pain from his hips. "It's been hurting for almost two hours now mom….like it just- just comes in small bursts and I can't even take a sleep…"

Francine pouted and walked over to her aching son and placed a hand on his stomach "Well...I don't really know what to tell you, dear. I can only do so much and God knows your father knows much more about this than I do. Not birth of course- but this whole 'egg thing'."

She worried but with her motherly instincts kicking in it wasn't hard to see that the pain could possibly be mild contractions...if it still worked like an actual human pregnancy of course.

"Alfred just take deep breathes and spread your legs out a little more. I'll fluff your pillow." The woman grabbed one of the pillows from behind the teen and began to squish it together then gave it a little shake.

She watched her son lie back giving an exhausted sigh- a sigh that obviously showed stress and extreme discomfort. Oh how she wish she could help him but with Arthur away, she knew nothing about the odd things he did to make the other feel better.

Francine left the room once Alfred had seemed to nod off and fall asleep; she went to her bedroom to take a nap as well; early in the day didn't mean much considering she worked twenty-four seven…

"Aah God!..."

Francine blinked awake, she used to her arms to slowly sit herself up in bed upon hearing some rather distressing noises. She looked towards the clock and saw the fuzzy numbers illuminated by the neon green background.

"Hahh...mom! Mom! Oh God- someone!"

Her eyes widened and immediately calibrated her tired thoughts and reached over to the side of her bed and switch on the lamp then slip out of bed and hurry towards the door.

As soon as she opened it, she could hear the labored breathes from her son's bedroom right next door to theirs. Francine scrambled to her son's bedroom and flicked on the light to see her son lying back, legs spread wide as he had it when she left the room but now panting heavily.

"Alfred! Sweetheart, are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't hear you sooner." She said apologetically and hurried over by Alfred's side.

Alfred opened his mouth to respond but only let out a loud pained moan; a thin layer of sweat was covering his body, he was trembling and borderline hyperventilating- the excruciating pain that rippled through his abdomen was unbearable. It felt as though a knife was dragging through his intestines slowly.

"O-Oh God..nnngh….mom it hurts s-so badly!.."

He tried to even his breathing but as soon as one of the eggs attempted to move through his system he couldn't help but let out a scream of pain; wasting most of his energy and breath within seconds. "Hhhhh…hh..m-make it stop..m-mom please! Make it stop!" Crying out for his mother as he throw his head back against the pillow groaning.

Francine was in a state of shock- she could see Alfred was in extreme amounts of pain but she knew nothing of what was going on- maybe labor? This was similar….but, Alfred was in such a different situation- how in the hell was she supposed to go about this?

"It's going to be okay, baby. Mommy's going to make everything better…" She kissed the others temple gently and got up from her position next to him and hurried out of the room and downstairs to the nearest house phone.

Once she ran across the room and snatched up the house phone, immediately she called 911 and made them aware of the situation and hoped that an ambulance would be here before it had gotten any worse but by the time she hung up the phone she could hear Alfred's screaming from upstairs.

"Alfred!"

Francine shouted and quickly ran back upstairs to check on her boy.

Alfred was clutching at the sheets tightly and sobbed out "It huuurts! It hurts, it hurt, it hurts!" The urge to push was strong but the pain was making him feel as though he could die right then and there. He was terrified for the eggs as well-they were not ready to be born yet.

Francine returned back to his side and took a hold of the boy's hand "I-It's okay, dear. The ambulance are on their way. You just need to-...you need to push!"

Alfred shook his head and tears continued to flow down his puffy red cheeks " I-I can't...I can't mom...I-It's not time yet, if I- nngh!...If I push now the eggs will die!" He choked out. And wailed as the pain flared up, ordering the muscles inside of his body to tighten up around the egg that had squeezed through his system and to push it along further.

The woman tried her best to sooth her child by rubbing and holding his hand for support. She of course got a painfully tight grip in return and winced, but if squeezing her hand was taking off any pain from his own, she was going to bite down and bare with it.

"I-I feel like I'm gonna die…"

Alfred's head lolled to the side; his face looked exhausted, red, and messy with tears and sweat. He felt ready to pass out- wasn't ready for any of this, the sudden care for his eggs he was carrying in his stomach was far too strong for him to just push them out now. He knew that if they were to come out too early the eggs wouldn't be fully developed and surely die.

He was confused why he'd even care for these eggs now and how he didn't in the beginning- or maybe it was just the pain making him loopy...there was no way he could care for the things that were causing him such pain...right?

The teen felt as though the room was dipping and soon and flood of blackness filled his sight. He was no longer conscious.

Francine squeaked as the tightness that wrapped around her hand was suddenly gone. She gently shook her son and tears welled up in her eyes.

"A-Alfred? Alfred sweetie stay with me! Come on, Alfred- Please!"

Her voice started growing shaky- it wasn't as if the boy had died or anything but watching her son pass out from the pain felt just as terrifying.

As fear sunk in suddenly luck finally struck- she heard the ambulance; from the open window. Making their way down the street. Francine quickly stood and rushed back down stairs and stumbled a bit before getting to the door and opening it up for the paramedics.

"H-He's upstairs! Please be gentle with him…" She exclaimed and stood back as they came towards the door.

They nodded and hurried into the household then upstairs to grab the boy. It wasn't long until they found him and placed him on the gurney then carried Alfred down the stairs and out of the door and into the back of their truck.

Francine quickly went to go grab the house phone and called Arthur.

"A-Arthur!"

"Hello, Francine? What's going on dear?" He could hear the terror in her tone of voice just by the one word.

"It's Alfred- He was in pain a-and I called an ambulance, and mon dieu-" She felt as though her heart was beating at a lightspeed.

Arthur swallowed down the sudden dryness in his throat. "Alright, I'm on my way- just calm down! I'll be there in just a moment." He hung up quickly and cursed at himself. He knew it was still too early for the eggs to be born so something must have gone wrong. Thankfully he had Ivan's number on speed dial. He dialed the other up and took a deep breath.

"Hello, Kirkland?"

"We've got a problem...Alfred's on his way to the hospital right now after my wife said he was in pain."

Ivan blinked and at that moment he began to get his things together and hurry himself to the hospital. "Pain? What kind of pain? From the ultrasound it was clear the eggs were in good condition...if it was enough for him needing to go to the hospital he may be going into labor…"

"I don't know and- labor!? I thought he was supposed to get bigger, Braginsky!-"

"Now-Now, Arthur. It was just a thought, I am not completely sure, but I will be at the hospital soon. You are having no need to worry, just be there as soon as possible for further information. Our plan is not going to fail."

Right after that Ivan had hung up on the angry Brit. Arthur felt as though he was scammed out on the biggest deal of his life- there was no possible way his son could have gone into labor so quickly. Maybe it was just minor pains and his wife overreacted? God he really hoped so.