Chapter 11
Kuon entered the hospital in a cloud of worry and and apprehension. The baby wasn't to be born for at least another three to four weeks. He had been briefed by Yukihito on the way that her water had broken during her meeting with Director Ginsburg. Was she alone in the delivery room? Was she suffering? Would she be alright? Every possible negative scenario ran through his mind as the maternity nurse instructed him to change into scrubs and make sure to wash his hands. She assured him it was a standard procedure to have him do these things in case Kyoko had to go for emergency surgery. He groaned inwardly, that was another scenario he had forgotten.
He took a deep breath and he was finally led into the delivery room to find his wife trying to refrain from delivering until he got there and the poor doctor practically demanding that she push or, he would take the baby by C-section.
Kuon rushed to her side and took her hand, then leaned in to hug her gently. "Koi, you need to push. Kuon-chan can't come without your help. He needs you to do this." He murmured in her native tongue.
She nodded, took in a deep breath and did exactly as the doctor had demanded, finally. She would growl ferally, she would grunt, she would whine and she would push. Push will all her might and Kuon's fingers would turn purple on his right hand as his left assisted her with leverage and occasionally rub the small of her back. "I can't do this! It hurts and I'm getting so tired Kuon."
"Mr. Hizuri?" Dr. Stevens needed a translation.
Kuon looked up at him almost pleading for help. "She said she's tired. She can't do it." His voice was filled with worry.
Dr. Stevens nodded. "It's okay Mr. Hizuri, she's almost there. Tell her she only has one more good push. Have her do it on the next contraction." He instructed and Kuon nodded.
"You can do this Kyoko. Only one more push. Do it when the contraction starts, okay?" He encouraged her.
She nodded and did as she was told, bringing their beautiful black-haired, green-eyed son into the light of the delivery room and the world. A strong infant's cry was heard by all as he was weighed, cleaned, measured and examined, then finally given to his mother and father to be held for the first time in his life. She looked up at Kuon from the little sprite latched to her breast. "He's so beautiful Kuon." She commented dreamily as they both gently stroked their new son. KJ Hizuri or, Kuon Hizuri, Jr.
~fin~