Soooo here comes the baby! YAY! And then we get good news.
Chapter 24- A Birth and A Search
May 23rd, 2010.
Today is my birthday. I am now thirty-two years old. Scribs went into labor late last night. I haven't left her side since.
Murdoc came down to check on her. He has a heart? WHAT? That is unheard of. He said he's going to try to get Cyborg down here to help me and Scribs get our child. He said that I'll really need some help getting it out of there. And I've never had to help someone give birth ever.
Around noon, Scribs' contractions grew faster. She'd been in labor for just over thirteen hours now. There was no way to get her to a hospital fast without her giving birth halfway there. We were just going to do this the old-fashioned way.
Around 5 PM. Scribs started crying. She's in so much pain. Even Cyborg feels for her (Cyborgs can feel, apparently).
Around 7 PM. Scribs stopped crying, but we can see the baby's head. Shouldn't be much longer now...
Around 9 PM. The baby's stuck! We can't get it out! I hope Scribs doesn't die. I also don't want to lose my first child.
11:23 PM, Plastic Beach time. Scribs has given birth to a healthy baby girl named Cassidy Nicole Pot after being in labor 23 hours. She's a beautiful baby. She has my hair and my skin (except it's brighter), and Scribs' eyes and eye color. "Yew got a beautiful lil' girl dere," Murdoc said.
"Yer...bein' nice?"
"Well, fer now. Tomorra, fings will be differen'. An' no, I won' try an' 'urt 'er. Y'know wot me dad did t'me."
"Anno. But...fanks. Fer 'elpin' me, an' tell Cyborg I said dat too."
"Um...okay. I've got some rum t' finish, so gotta go."
"Bye."
"Oh, an 'appy birfday, faceache."
"Fanks."
I walked back over to Scribs, who was holding our daughter. "Can I 'old 'er?"
"Sure." She handed me the baby, and I stared at her. Wow... nine months had paid off. The baby was so healthy, so beautiful. A tear went down my cheek. "Are you crying?" Scribs asked quietly, with a slight laugh in her voice.
"I am."
"Why?"
"I'ss jus'...our child...an'...dis is jus' a miracle!"
"Oh 'D." She came over and wrapped her arm around me. "She truely is beautiful."
June 8th, 2010. Noodle spotted.
"EY FACEACHE!" Murdoc shouted from outside the lift. "Wot?" I asked.
"Get yer ass upstairs, I need ta show yew summin!"
"Wot?"
"Jus' move."
Murdoc forced me into the lift and we rode up to the study, then into the studio. He pulled up a video and showed it to me. It showed a boat being attacked by planes. "Modern-day Titanic?" I asked.
"No," Murdoc hissed, "Keep watchin'!"
The next thing we saw was a man in a waiter's outfit scrambling down the hall, and knocking on a door- number thirteen. He opened the door, revealing a young woman in a short white dress and striped socks with a cat mask over her face sitting on a flowered couch. The man told her the boat was being attacked by pirates and she needed to get to a life boat. She went to a shelf and pulled out a gun. The woman looked very familiar, but at this point I really couldn't tell.
"D'yew know who tha' is?"
"Not a clue."
"I'ss Noodle, blud!"
"Noodle?"
"Yeah, now get to the sub an' go sit. We're gonna go find 'er.
A/N: Bleeh.