Chapter 13- Ok. I like the Allman
Brothers. I like Gregg Allman, and the
way he wails on that Hammond of his, but his son, Elijah is weird. Really weird. I mean, I like bands like KoRn, Marilyn Manson, Orgy, Metallica
(except for Lars Ulrich. The hounds of
hell can be on his ass for all eternity.) KISS, Green Day, The Sex Pistols,
Slipknot, among other bizarre to say the least bands like that, but Elijah is
cool, but…weird. Ok, enough babbling,
and on to my story. Oh yeah. The part about the Jewish name is not
bashing the Jewish religion at all. I
am not a neo-nazi, and I have Jewish blood in me somewhere along the line. (Not to mention Mennonite, Viking, French,
Christian, and Irish. A lot of Irish in
fact…)
One
more thing. The 'Dawn' in this story is
my friend down in Texas. If you are
reading this, Dawn, WRITE US!!!! And
the Scott, thinking as fast as I could came up with the ever-sexy Scott Stapp,
of Creed. Just to let ya know.
Previously: Dave gets sick with
cancer, and falls in love with Kerry. They get married, and she gets pregnant with twins. Abby and Kerry and Luka and Dave have now
become rather close friends throughout the pregnancy. Luka and Abby are close to marriage, though Luka still misses his
wife and children. Kerry is about 8 ½
months along and she and Dave are deciding on what to name their children.
Dave
kept himself tightly cuddled against his wife as they read the baby name
books. Each was popping out suggestions
and then finding reason not to use this name or that name. "How about Anthony?" Asked Dave
thoughtfully. "Hell no. I mean, I like the name, but I had a
patient once by that name who was a slight pervert." She said. Dave growled a
little, but lost the anger as he returned to his baby name book. She took a crack at it next. "Sarah?" She asked. "Too plain, and it is
an Jewish name. N-Not to say I have a single thing against the Jewish religion,
but I am Catholic…" He said. "Fine. How about Elijah?" She asked. "You mean like that one freak-son of Gregg Allman? The father is cool, but Elijah is just
weird, even for our author's taste." He
nixed. "How about Dawn?" He asked. She looked at his thoughtful expression. "Why that name?" She
asked curious as to why he chose this one. "Well, there's this girl that I used to dream about. She's a nice, slightly psychotic southern
belle From Texas, who used to tell me I was hot in my dream." He explained, not thinking. "Oh. Well, No Then." She said. Oops. If that's his fantasy, I'd better not tell
him about the tall, strong, well muscled, mature, intelligent Scott I used to
dream of. She paused her
thought. I wonder if Scott and Dawn
would ever have a relationship if they were real. She thought once more. "What
are you thinking?" He asked
wearily. "Nothing!" She answered quickly. "Uh-huh. Anyway. How about Bobby?" They looked at each other. "Romano!" They said, scrunching their faces. They continued the list of names, which included, Rivers, Peter, Paul,
Stanley, Gene, Mila, Laura, Rose, Love, Jon, James, Brian, Reginald, and David
Jr, before stopping for the night.
The
next morning Dave awoke next to his wife, who was still sleeping. "Kerr?" He whispered. He crept slowly
out of bed and to the phone to call his brother. He fumbled with the keys, trying not to wake Kerry, as he knew
she was eight months along and if awoken there'd be hell to pay. "Hey Dom. Can I come over and talk to you later? There's something I need to talk to you about." He said. Dom had been woken up by Dave's morning phone call and was like a bear
now. "Why the hell didn't you just come
over here and ask me then!" He
yelled. "Because if Kerry is woken up
by the door creaking then I'll get killed!" He whispered. "Oh, and you think
I'm any different?" Dom fired
back. "She's pregnant and pissed,
you're just pissed!" Dave said. "What did you say?" Asked a sharp voice from behind. Dave jumped
about a mile off the floor as he turned and saw Kerry. Oh Shit! Ohshitohshitohshitohshit! Dave thought. Then he hung up on
Dom, who was laughing as he heard Kerry yell. "Honey Bunny!" Dave said,
flashing a smile that could turn anyone into putty. "Dave, I'm not mad that you woke me up, but I crept up to go to
the bathroom, and I think my water broke." She said. Dave's smile
grew. "You're having them?" He asked. Kerry nodded. "Well, then. Let's go." He said, unusually calm. He
grabbed a bag of stuff that had been prepared for the birth since it was found
out.
Dave
pulled the car up to the emergency room doors and helped Kerry out. "KOVAC!" He yelled. Luka came in. "What is it, Dave?" He asked running up. "Kerry's having the baby!" He said. "Ok. How far apart are the
contractions?" Luka asked. "I am not sure. They are about 5 minutes." Kerry said. "When did your water
break?" HE asked, helping Kerry into a
wheel chair. "Just after I woke up
today at nine." She said. He nodded. "Get her into Maternity, and prepare for a birth!" He shouted to Yosh.
Not
too long later, Kerry was in maternity and getting ready to have the baby. Luka was giving a final sonogram when he
stopped and muttered, "Proklinjati" "What the Hell does 'pro-pro' whatever the hell you just said
mean?" Asked a worried Dave. Kerry was pretty sedated, but she was
worried as well. "It means damn, but
that does not matter. We have to give
Kerry a C-section. The babies' lives
are in danger. The umbilical cord has
been twisting around, and it could choke one of them, leaving you only
one." He said. "Do It!" They exclaimed. "Okay. Yosh, get Abby in here. She knows how to do this." Luka asked. "Let's get these babies out of you." Luka said.
Dave
stayed to hold Kerry's hand as the C-section was performed, but word still
spread through the ER that Kerry was having the twins. This much fuss hadn't come up since Carol's
twins were born. Carter heard from
Jing-Mei and her boyfriend, who heard from Romano and a hot (and
oh-so-clueless) blonde, who heard from Chuni's phone conversation with a hot
Pediatric doctor, who heard from Liz and Mark, who heard from Haleh, who heard
from Benton, who heard from Cleo, who heard it from some dude that had
something to do with bacon. Everyone
was buzzing about with excitement, until Romano decided to take charge. "Yes, We're all excited that Kerry is having
her babies, but c'mon. This is an
Emergency room, people! Get back to work!" He shouted. You
lazy bums! He thought to himself,
wandering off to see what was going on with Kerry.
After several hours, Kerry
had finally had the babies; a baby boy and a baby girl. Dave had never in his years felt so much joy
in his life as when he saw his two children, even if they were covered in the
stuff from the womb. The babies were
whisked away to be cleaned, and then wrapped in blankets and put into Kerry's
arms. She looked down at her babies who
hadn't made much of a peep, except when they were each slapped by a
doctor. Dave smiled and ran his fingers
softly over his daughter's head. The
babies themselves had the sweetest look to them. Dave took one of the babies up into his arms. It was his boy. The boy looked like his father, with the thick mass of
reddish-blond hair as the only thing that wasn't Dave's. He had his father's lips though and seemed
to enjoy making tiny noises with them. Dave didn't realize it, but tears were streaming down his face as he
looked at the boy that *he* helped create. Kerry and Dave then switched babies. His daughter looked a little more like Kerry, but still had Dave's lips
and eyes. She was a little more lively,
enjoying to not only make noise, but also liked to squirm a little.
Luka
watched as the parents looked at the children they had created. He cleared his throat. "Aren't you two going to name your
babies?" He asked. Kerry and Dave looked at each other. "Are you ready to?" He asked. She nodded. A few days earlier,
they had decided that Kerry could name one, and Dave could name the other. She took hold of her girl and Dave picked up
and cradled the boy. Kerry took a deep
breath. "Jada Rose." She said. Luka scratched it down to write on the birth certificate. Dave looked at his little boy. "Tobias Raine." He said and smiled at Kerry who was smiling back. A nurse came in to have the babies' hand and
footprints and pictures taken. Then
they were given those bracelets and placed in the nursery with all the others
that had entered the world in Cook County. Luka saw Dave looking through the glass after he'd left Kerry to
rest. He came by and hugged him. "Ccestitam,
Dave." He whispered. "Um… Thanks Luka." He whispered back. "Just
watch out when you go to give them chocolate chips as babies, Dave." He said. "What! Why?" He asked surprised. "Jasna and Marco made huge messes when
Danjiela gave them each a single chocolate chip. Oh, boy. Chocolate
everywhere." Luka laughed. Dave smiled. God, I hope that I am as good a father as Luka. He thought to himself.
Later, all of the
curious ER doctors were lined up to hear the news, but all those who had been
in the delivery room had kept their mouths shut. The doctors were frustrated, but they would all wait for Dave and
Kerry to announce the births later. Carter smirked at the thought of Dave having two little practical jokers
just like him. He made a mental note to
tell them about the Haldol incident on April Fools' Day. Jing-Mei thought of her own baby whenever
her thoughts turned to either of the parents. Abby and Luka looked at each other longingly. Luka whisked her off to the lounge. "Abby? I know that this
is Dave and Kerry's turn to shine, but I have one simple question I want you to
answer." He paused and she nodded. "Will you Marry me?" He asked. Abby smiled and looked into his eyes full of unconditional love. "Oh, Luka, of course I will!" She exclaimed as he lifted her into the air.
Meanwhile Jada and
Tobias were each in their cribs, having no idea what stars they had become in a
matter of hours. Dave stared in at
them. Happy Birthday my little
angels.
Ok. There are a couple of
reasons why I named the babies. Jada is
actually derived from Jade, which is a name that my boyfriend and I both
love. (Plus, I really like the song
Jaded by Aerosmith.) Tobias and Raine
are both favorite male names that I have found myself to like.
Excuse the part in the
delivery room and the reason for the C-Section. I am not a doctor, nor do I want to be one. I am also only 15 years old, and have no
intentions of having a baby until I am married and through college. A baby is one of the last things I need in
my life, especially the way my grades are now.
The chocolate chip
incident is actually something I did when I was little. My mom gave me one tiny chocolate chip, and
I had in on my face, my high chair, my hair, everywhere. Ahhhh my youth. LoL.