Evelyn sat at the kitchen table with Barbara sipping some tea. She
was tired of being pregnant, the bulging belly swollen body parts and lack
of motion and excitement had finally caught up with her. The baby was now
about a week late and she wondered if it would ever come. "Barbara, I'm
gonna warn you now," Evelyn said after a sip of her tea.
"What?" Barbara asked looking over her magazine.
"Never get pregnant."
"Oh I don't think I have that problem, but you better watch out."
Evelyn looked at her confused, "what do you mean?"
"Rafe, he's been chasing you for the past month and you're just blind to see it."
"No, Rafe's the one who didn't want a romantic relationship, I just agreed with him."
"Yeah, whatever," Barbara said looking back down at her magazine.
"I hate you!" Evelyn said jokingly as she pushed herself out of the chair and walked to the couch in the living room. "Barbara?" She called out a few minutes later.
"What?"
"What time is it?"
"I don't know about 3, why?"
"I was just wondering if it was too late to take me to the hospital."
Barbara's eyes widened. "Do you think the baby's coming?"
"Um, yeah, definitely."
"Oh my God!" Barbara screamed getting Evelyn's things together. "Ev, go get out in the car."
"We don't have one; we usually walk to the hospital."
"Shit," Barbara said under her breath.
"Call Rafe, he's supposed to help me."
Rafe, who had now been assigned to Danny's old squadron, sat bored trying to read one of Danny's old journals that he had left him. "Is this all you guys do on Saturday's?" he sighed as the others just lay around sleeping and other random boring things.
"Well all the bars are closed during the day so we got nothing else to do," one of the new pilots, Andy said.
"How exciting." The phone began to ring and no body moved, "alright, I guess I'll get it," Rafe said slowly standing up and walking to the phone. "Yeah?"
"Rafe? It's Barbara; I need you to come to the nurses quarters right away!"
"What? Why?"
"Evelyn's having the baby and we need-." Rafe threw down the phone and grabbed the keys to his car leaving his barracks.
"Why was he in a hurry?" Andy asked Red as he hung up the phone.
"I don't know, maybe forgot about a date with a girl or something."
"That lucky son of a bitch! I wish I had a girlfriend."
"I had a girlfriend once," Red responded.
"Me too."
Rafe zoomed his car around to the house where Barbara and Evelyn was waiting, "Am I too late?" He asked worriedly.
"Do you see a baby?" Barbara asked sarcastically. Barbara helped Evelyn into the car as Rafe drove like a maniac to get her to the hospital. The hospital was calm and clean as Rafe helped Evelyn into the big white doors.
A doctor approached them, "Evelyn," the familiar face said, "The baby's finally here I see."
"Yes, thank God."
"So," the doctor asked Rafe, "how far apart are the contractions?"
"Contractions?" Rafe asked confused.
"About 10 minutes apart," Barbara broke in. "He's new at this."
"So are you the father?" the doctor asked him.
"Me, aw no-"
"Yes, he is," Evelyn looked over nodding at him.
"What?"
"Come on sir, we're gonna need your help in delivery." The doctor said pulling Rafe after him.
"No, you see you don't understand I don't know what I'm doing; can we just go find some other guy to do this?"
The delivery went smoothly as Evelyn squeezed Rafe's hand with all of her might. "Is this some sort of payback for me going to England?" He asked in pain.
"Shut up Rafe!" Evelyn responded coldly.
"Okay Ev, one more push," the doctor said to her as the baby slid out. A moment later its screaming cry filled the room. "It's a boy!" The doctor and nurse took the baby with them as they cleaned it up.
Evelyn let her self fall back onto the pillows behind her and let out a big sigh. "Thank you Rafe."
"For what? Letting you break my hand?"
"No, for helping me, even though you didn't have too."
"Aw, it was nothing."
"Excuse me sir," the doctor said with the little boy in his arms, "do you want to hold your son?"
"Oh, no maybe you should let the mother hold him first." Rafe said backing away.
"No, Rafe, go ahead," Evelyn broke in.
The doctor handed him the baby and an immediate smile appeared on his face. "He's so small," Rafe giggled. "And he looks like his daddy." The baby looked up at Rafe and stopped crying placing his hand on his nose. Rafe took a free hand and tickled his tummy. The baby grabbed his finger with both hands as he tried to figure out what it was. "Strong grip could be a great pilot."
"Back up soldier," Evelyn broke in, "let him learn how to walk or at least talk before you make him into a pilot."
"So, what are ya going to name him?" Rafe asked looking up from the baby.
"Danny," Evelyn said simply with a smile.
"Good name," he said rubbing Danny's belly, "hi there Danny, I'm your Uncle Rafe," he said then looking up at Evelyn who nodded at him, "but you can call me daddy."
"What?" Barbara asked looking over her magazine.
"Never get pregnant."
"Oh I don't think I have that problem, but you better watch out."
Evelyn looked at her confused, "what do you mean?"
"Rafe, he's been chasing you for the past month and you're just blind to see it."
"No, Rafe's the one who didn't want a romantic relationship, I just agreed with him."
"Yeah, whatever," Barbara said looking back down at her magazine.
"I hate you!" Evelyn said jokingly as she pushed herself out of the chair and walked to the couch in the living room. "Barbara?" She called out a few minutes later.
"What?"
"What time is it?"
"I don't know about 3, why?"
"I was just wondering if it was too late to take me to the hospital."
Barbara's eyes widened. "Do you think the baby's coming?"
"Um, yeah, definitely."
"Oh my God!" Barbara screamed getting Evelyn's things together. "Ev, go get out in the car."
"We don't have one; we usually walk to the hospital."
"Shit," Barbara said under her breath.
"Call Rafe, he's supposed to help me."
Rafe, who had now been assigned to Danny's old squadron, sat bored trying to read one of Danny's old journals that he had left him. "Is this all you guys do on Saturday's?" he sighed as the others just lay around sleeping and other random boring things.
"Well all the bars are closed during the day so we got nothing else to do," one of the new pilots, Andy said.
"How exciting." The phone began to ring and no body moved, "alright, I guess I'll get it," Rafe said slowly standing up and walking to the phone. "Yeah?"
"Rafe? It's Barbara; I need you to come to the nurses quarters right away!"
"What? Why?"
"Evelyn's having the baby and we need-." Rafe threw down the phone and grabbed the keys to his car leaving his barracks.
"Why was he in a hurry?" Andy asked Red as he hung up the phone.
"I don't know, maybe forgot about a date with a girl or something."
"That lucky son of a bitch! I wish I had a girlfriend."
"I had a girlfriend once," Red responded.
"Me too."
Rafe zoomed his car around to the house where Barbara and Evelyn was waiting, "Am I too late?" He asked worriedly.
"Do you see a baby?" Barbara asked sarcastically. Barbara helped Evelyn into the car as Rafe drove like a maniac to get her to the hospital. The hospital was calm and clean as Rafe helped Evelyn into the big white doors.
A doctor approached them, "Evelyn," the familiar face said, "The baby's finally here I see."
"Yes, thank God."
"So," the doctor asked Rafe, "how far apart are the contractions?"
"Contractions?" Rafe asked confused.
"About 10 minutes apart," Barbara broke in. "He's new at this."
"So are you the father?" the doctor asked him.
"Me, aw no-"
"Yes, he is," Evelyn looked over nodding at him.
"What?"
"Come on sir, we're gonna need your help in delivery." The doctor said pulling Rafe after him.
"No, you see you don't understand I don't know what I'm doing; can we just go find some other guy to do this?"
The delivery went smoothly as Evelyn squeezed Rafe's hand with all of her might. "Is this some sort of payback for me going to England?" He asked in pain.
"Shut up Rafe!" Evelyn responded coldly.
"Okay Ev, one more push," the doctor said to her as the baby slid out. A moment later its screaming cry filled the room. "It's a boy!" The doctor and nurse took the baby with them as they cleaned it up.
Evelyn let her self fall back onto the pillows behind her and let out a big sigh. "Thank you Rafe."
"For what? Letting you break my hand?"
"No, for helping me, even though you didn't have too."
"Aw, it was nothing."
"Excuse me sir," the doctor said with the little boy in his arms, "do you want to hold your son?"
"Oh, no maybe you should let the mother hold him first." Rafe said backing away.
"No, Rafe, go ahead," Evelyn broke in.
The doctor handed him the baby and an immediate smile appeared on his face. "He's so small," Rafe giggled. "And he looks like his daddy." The baby looked up at Rafe and stopped crying placing his hand on his nose. Rafe took a free hand and tickled his tummy. The baby grabbed his finger with both hands as he tried to figure out what it was. "Strong grip could be a great pilot."
"Back up soldier," Evelyn broke in, "let him learn how to walk or at least talk before you make him into a pilot."
"So, what are ya going to name him?" Rafe asked looking up from the baby.
"Danny," Evelyn said simply with a smile.
"Good name," he said rubbing Danny's belly, "hi there Danny, I'm your Uncle Rafe," he said then looking up at Evelyn who nodded at him, "but you can call me daddy."
