Adventures in Narnia

February 9, 2021

Prompt: Write about Eustace's birth

A/N: IT'S MAH BIRTHDAY! I'll tell you all how old I am tomorrow. Remember, if you guess how old I am I'll feature you in every chapter of a one-shot series I'm going to write.

I don't know Eustace's exact birth date so I just made up the day and month.

Congrats to SouthwestExpat and BrokenKestra! You got it right!

Reviews:

SouthwestExpat: You're correct! And so true.

BrokenKestral: Thank you! And you are correct!

BellatrixTheStar: Did you mean to say Pattertwig? And I'm glad you didn't feel obligated to read that story. I thank you for trying to encourage me. I get very little human interaction nowadays. It's a bit difficult to get out of the house. I already had trouble with the amount of socialization I get even before covid.

Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING.

Harold Scrubb was just like any other man. The only thing that was different about him was the fact that his wife, Alberta Scrubb, was carrying a child. She was nearly nine months along on the day this story takes place. On the date of July 7, 1933, this average man had a feeling. A very gloomy one, at that. He didn't know why he was worried, but he was. Was his sister-in-law and her husband and devil-spawn children (though he doesn't believe in that nonsense) coming to visit? No, He thought, that's not it. Did he have a doctor's appointment today? No. That's not it, either. So what was it? Harold was pondering this as he was walking to work. He continued thinking even as he sat down at his desk to begin working. It wasn't until two after five that he got the call. His wife was giving birth. At this moment. He panicked. He didn't know what to do. He has never done this before. He rushed to the hospital as fast as he could. When he arrived he could hardly park the car correctly, he was so nervous. He ran to the front desk to ensure that his wife was all right. Thankfully, she was. He was calm (at least, as calm as you can be when your wife is giving birth to your child) as he sat down to wait in the waiting room. Nobody realized it would take seven hours, fourteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds (our dear Harold counted every last moment with anticipation). Lets just say, for both his stake and ours, that those seven hours, fourteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds were the worst of his life. But as soon as those seven hours, fourteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds were up he flew into that delivery room faster than an eagle diving for a mouse. But when he laid eyes upon that newborn child those seven hours, fourteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds were worth it. He was perfect. His little boy. But the question still remained, for they hadn't planned this quite yet, what would they name him? Harold thought highly of the names John or Joseph or Jacob or even, perhaps, Jonathan.

"Eustace Clarence Scrubb," said Alberta.

"But, dear, that would make him very embarrassed. He would be better off if we named him Albert or Harry," Harold replied.

"No. Eustace Clarence Scrubb." You see, Alberta could be quite stubborn at times. Her hard head got her sister and herself in quite a bit of trouble when they were younger.

"Of course, dear." When she was like that it was no use to argue. She wouldn't budge on her opinion.

And that is how the extra ordinary Eustace Clarence Scrubb came into this world.

Fin.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Remember to please provide constructive criticism so that nobody has to read trash worse than the CoN movies!

Sincerely,

reider52

P.s. Did anyone catch the names? Albert, Alberta, Harry, Harold? No? Okay

P.p.s. For all you math wizzes, the time it took for Alberta to give birth are multiples of seven. 7, 14, 28. Yeah. I'm a nerd. Not a geek. Geeks are bad.