Part Ten: Impeccable Timing
Rated: T
"Where the hell are you?!" Ben demanded over the phone.
"Some moron started a fifty car pileup!"
"Gwen just went into labor!"
"WHAT?!"
The next few sentences were so colorful and they cursed every deity ever created anywhere in the universe that they could not be repeated.
Well this was just perfect.
"Wonderful timing eh?"
"Yep. Where are you?"
"At the edge of town."
"Why?"
"Because the type of ice-cream she wanted isn't found in Bellwood."
"Be thankful it wasn't fresh sea food. Can't you just dump the car…"
"…?"
"I can't believe you have to think about that…your wife is giving birth to your son and you had to think about abandoning the car…"
"Not about dumping the car! I was seeing if there're any shortcuts!"
"Just get your ass here!"
A half hour later and the father-to-be arrived on a hoverboard that was much too small for him, crashing into a wall.
"I'm good!" he moaned; the board was toast though and the tub of ice-cream lay upsetted on the ground.
"You brought the ice-cream?" Ben asked incredulously; what was wrong with this man?
"I wanted to have a peace-offering on hand; you didn't hear Julie cursing your very existence but I did." Kevin tried to stand up only to yelp, fall back down and then he noticed that his leg was at a very odd angle.
"Well this's going great."
So Kevin entered the lab being carried by Ben, leg limply hanging.
"Hey Kev," Gwen greeted, "Having a good day so far?"
"Sure." He was settled onto a gurney beside hers, his leg being splinted, "So how long?"
"Two and a half hours. I gotta tell you I am so not looking forward to this part…"
In the background Julie cackled almost manically.
"Just try not to break my hand," he requested before lowering his voice and continuing, "And how bad can it be? You've survived the pain before right?"
"But what if I only got a taste?"
"Am I hearing right? Gwendolyn Tennyson, afraid of a little pain?"
A hard, determined look settled on her face, "No I am not!"
"Prove it."
"I will."