Chapter 50:

Morgan wiped Dante's brow with a towel. "You better get out there. Alice is chomping at the bit to get to you."

"I can see that," Dante noted. "She looks like she wants to kill me."

Alice was glaring at him in a way that would make the most manly man shutter in fear.

"And wear your balls like a necklace," Michael added with a laugh. "She really wants to kill you."

Morgan noticed that there was some type of activity in the audience. "Hey I wonder what is going on down there."


"What did you say?" Tracy demanded.

"My water… it broke," Lulu repeated.

"Like hell it did!" Tracy retorted. "You are faking; you want to get your no good, lying sack of horse shit hubby out of doing his task. This is the best way for you to do it."

Monica crouched next to Lulu, checking Lulu's pulse on her wrist. "Tracy, that is a horrible thing to say to your stepdaughter! You actually think she is faking labor? What the hell would you even think that? "

"Her husband is getting his ass handed to him on a silver platter. This is the only way for her to get it to stop the carnage!" Tracy snapped. "What am I supposed to think? Luke help me out here!"

Luke held his hand up. "This is your task, Spanky. Leave me out of it."

Lulu placed a hand on her stomach as she felt a cramp. "Ow, that hurt."

"Laying it on a little thick aren't we, Lesley Lu?" Tracy demanded. "We all know that you are faking being in labor."

Monica noticed some clear liquid drip down Lulu's leg to the grass. She smiled broadly. "Well if she was faking before she isn't now. Her water just broke."


"What is going on?" Dante asked Morgan.

"I don't know. Tracy is freaking out though," Morgan answered, craning his neck to see the commotion.

"She is freaking out because you are taking too long of a break!" Michael said. "She wants you to get your ass out there so Alice can kick it into next week!"

Dante pulled himself up by the help of the ropes. "No, that is not it. Something else is wrong."

Michael nudged his brother. "Go find out what is wrong."

Morgan jumped down and dashed over to see that the commotion was all about.

"Someone call 911!" Tracy called. "There is no way in hell that my step-grandchildren are going to be born in Lila's rose garden."

Morgan came racing back. "Lulu's water broke. Everyone is freaking out."

"What?" Dante ducked under the ropes and ran over to his wife.

Lulu clutched Monica's hand as a contraction came. "Ow!" she complained.

"Where is the damn ambulance?" Monica shouted.

"Baby?" Dante took Lulu's other hand in his.

Lulu clutched it or dear life. "The babies are coming, Dante. I guess they didn't like seeing their Daddy getting his butt kicked by Big Alice."

Dante smiled. "I cannot wait to meet out little ones."

"The house isn't ready yet," Lulu complained. "What are we going to do? We can't stick them in a drawer at your place."

"Don't worry about that," Dante soothed. "Just concentrate on the babies."


A few minutes later, Lulu was wheeled into the ER of General Hospital. Dante was at her side, she had his hand in a death grip as another contraction came over her. Dante completely forgot what he was wearing until Robin and Patrick came up to them. They were unsuccessfully trying to conceal their laughter.

"What?" Dante demanded.

"Trying out for The Nutcracker?" Epiphany quipped arriving on the scene. "Or is some kind of kinky sex game that I don't want the details for?"

Dante looked down; he completely forgot that he was in the pink leotard and matching tutu. "It's a long story. You wouldn't happen to have an extra pair of scrubs I can borrow? I really don't want to be in the delivery room in a tutu."

"You had Tracy's task today didn't you?" Robin asked.

"What could she have you do that entails you to wear that?" Patrick pointed.

"Do you really want to know?"

Patrick nodded. "I would love to know why a grown man is wearing a pink tutu and covered in blood. You might need some stitches and an x-ray, pal."

"You are not going to give me the scrubs until I tell you why I am wearing this, aren't you?" Dante whined.

"You got that right," Robin said. "Now if you don't want to explain to your kids why you are wearing a tutu in the delivery room, you need to spill."

Dante sighed. There was no way he was getting out of explaining his outfit. "Like you said I had Tracy's task today."

"That still doesn't explain the ballerina look," Patrick pointed out. He really wanted to hear the explanation on why Dante was dressed like that.

"Tracy had me wrestle Alice in this costume," Dante said through his teeth.

Both Patrick and Robin busted out in laughter. Patrick was nearly doubled over. Robin was wiping tears from her eyes. Even Epiphany grabbed the counter of the nurses' station to keep her balance as she doubled over with laughter as well.

"I told you that we needed to go there!" Robin said to her husband. "Maxie told us that it was going to be good."

"Hey!" Lulu called from her stretcher, waving her hand in the air. "I am the one in labor over here! Can you guys take that up later and just give my husband the scrubs?"

"Oh yeah," Robin said. "Put her in curtain one. We'll be with you in second Lulu."

Dante followed the stretcher in. Just as the curtain closed around them, The ER's door burst open everyone that was watching the match came into the hospital.

"They had t-shirts made, too?" Matt said coming up to his brother, noticing the shirts everyone was wearing. "This is getting better and better. Is Dante really wearing a pink tutu and had to wrestle Big Alice?"

"Apparently," Robin said. "He is wounded too. He might be need some stitches."

Matt raised his hand. "I'll do it. I've always wanted to see a grown man dressed up as a ballerina. Are they in curtain one?"

Patrick nodded. "Better hurry, little bro. Epiphany is bringing him some scrubs for him to change into."

"Say no more, once I get a suture kit I'll be in there. If Epiphany comes with the scrubs, stall her." Matt grinned.

"Will do little brother," Patrick promised.

Matt dashed to the storage closet down the hall.

"He looks a little too anxious, don't you think?" Robin asked her husband.

"It's not every day that you see a grown man in a pink tutu," Patrick said.

Matt held up the suture kit above his head like a professional wrestler would a championship belt. He ran into the curtained area were Lulu and Dante were.

A nurse was taking Lulu's vital while Dante held her hand. Matt stifled a laugh when he saw the sight before him. "This is better than I could have ever imagined."

"Okay, take a good look," Dante muttered. "Yes, I am wearing a pink tutu."

"Um, I am here to stitch up your wounds. I will do it here since you are not going to leave her side," Matt stated. "Can you tell me how you got hurt?"

Lulu laughed.

Dante sighed. "Do I really have to tell you how I got hurt?"

Matt slipped on a pair of rubber gloves. "Yes, you do."

"Forget it," Dante snapped. "I am not going to tell you anything."

"Why are almost everyone in the waiting room wearing the same t-shirt the Dominator V. Falconari 2010? What the heck happened to you? Why do you look like you went ten rounds with Mike Tyson in a pink tutu no less?"

Dante squeezed Lulu's hand. "I am never going to live this one down am I? It's worse than the time I got poison oak on my nether regions."

"Oh I want to hear that story," Matt said, he began to dab Dante's cut with disinfectant.

Dante jerked. "OW!"

"Quit being a baby!" Lulu scolded. "I am about to give birth here. I am going to be in a lot more pain than you are until the drugs kick in."

Matt began to stitch up Dante's wound. "She got you there pal. She is never going to let you forget that."

Dr. Lee came in the curtained area. She looked surprised to see that Dante was wearing. Apparently no one told her. "Hello there, Lulu. It looks like the babies want to make their grand entrance a few weeks early."

The nurse handed Lulu's chart to Dr. Lee.

"Can I get the drugs now?" Lulu begged.

"Sure."

Epiphany came back with pair of scrubs in her hands. "Your scrubs detective." She handed them to Dante with a smirk on her face.

Dante looked down and groaned. "You are kidding me!"

"Apparently we are out of regular scrubs. Someone forgot to order them this week," Epiphany shrugged.

Dante looked down at the scrubs; they were purple with pink kittens printed on it. "They are better than the tutu," Matt noted, as he finished stitching Dante's wound. "You might want to get an x-ray on those ribs. They might be cracked."

"The x-rays can wait. I am not leaving my wife's side until the babies are born," Dante said. "I am going to change into these. I'll be right back, baby."

He kissed her hand.

"Bathroom is down the hall," Matt said. "You have to pass a lot of people to get there."

Dante muttered something under his breath. "I'll be back soon. There is no way I am going to miss this."


Jorge skidded into Santos' office. "Boss, our guy at the hospital says that Lulu Spencer was brought into GH in labor."

"She is a few weeks early," Santos noted. "Is your guy ready?"

Jorge nodded. "Yes he is. Just give him the word."

Santos smiled. "Tell him to proceed as planned."


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