Ok I got more done. And see not all the memories are bad. I'm slowly
working on one for Race (which is impossible)
Chapter 4 Dr. Quest (ok with this one I'm just going to 'hop' in to the memory)
The hurricane outside was raging. I sat in the living room with a book on my lap, but I wasn't reading it. My wife, Rachel, lay on the couch asleep. She was due to give birth to our first child next week. I gazed at her. She was beautiful, like usual.
The power had been knocked out for about 2 hours now. I gazed out the slit between the boards over the windows, to gaze at the storm.
"Benton?" I was slightly startled to hear Rachel's voice.
"I thought you were asleep." I walked over to her and placed my palm on her head.
"The baby has a different idea." She smiled. "I think it's time."
"Now??" I asked. She nodded. "You're kidding?"
"No, sweetheart, I'm not." She placed her hand on her stomach and winced. "Benton, my water just broke."
"What do I do?" I asked. Ok so I was a little frantic.
"Calm down, Love." She sat up. "Go get some towels, water, washrags, string and scissors."
"Got it." Trust her to know about how to deliver babies. She's a doctor.
A few moments later, I had gathered everything she had asked me to.
"I got everything," I said. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
"We still have a little time," after she said that another contraction raced through her body. "Ok not as much time as I thought. The baby's quickly!"
About five minutes later, I told her to push. Our child's head came out completely.
"Rachel, you're doing great."
"Oh shut up." She grumbled and pushed again. This time a shoulder came out.
"One more should do it Rach," I said.
She gazed at me, took a deep breath and pushed. I pulled our baby the rest of the way out. Our son's cries instantly filled the room.
"It's a boy." I said. "A beautiful baby boy." I cut the cord, cleaned him up and wrapped him in a towel and gave him to his mother.
I leaned over and kissed Rachel, then set to cleaning her up.
After I cleaned her up, I sat next to her.
"He's so beautiful." She whispered as she bent over to kiss our son on the head.
"What are we going to name him?" I asked.
"I thought we agreed on Jonathan?" she gazed at me.
"Jonathan is a good name."
"My little Jonny." She kissed him again then began to nurse him. "So beautiful."
When she finished nursing him, she kissed my cheek. "Do you want to hold your son?" she asked.
"Of course." I said. She carefully handed me Jonny.
Chapter 4 Dr. Quest (ok with this one I'm just going to 'hop' in to the memory)
The hurricane outside was raging. I sat in the living room with a book on my lap, but I wasn't reading it. My wife, Rachel, lay on the couch asleep. She was due to give birth to our first child next week. I gazed at her. She was beautiful, like usual.
The power had been knocked out for about 2 hours now. I gazed out the slit between the boards over the windows, to gaze at the storm.
"Benton?" I was slightly startled to hear Rachel's voice.
"I thought you were asleep." I walked over to her and placed my palm on her head.
"The baby has a different idea." She smiled. "I think it's time."
"Now??" I asked. She nodded. "You're kidding?"
"No, sweetheart, I'm not." She placed her hand on her stomach and winced. "Benton, my water just broke."
"What do I do?" I asked. Ok so I was a little frantic.
"Calm down, Love." She sat up. "Go get some towels, water, washrags, string and scissors."
"Got it." Trust her to know about how to deliver babies. She's a doctor.
A few moments later, I had gathered everything she had asked me to.
"I got everything," I said. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
"We still have a little time," after she said that another contraction raced through her body. "Ok not as much time as I thought. The baby's quickly!"
About five minutes later, I told her to push. Our child's head came out completely.
"Rachel, you're doing great."
"Oh shut up." She grumbled and pushed again. This time a shoulder came out.
"One more should do it Rach," I said.
She gazed at me, took a deep breath and pushed. I pulled our baby the rest of the way out. Our son's cries instantly filled the room.
"It's a boy." I said. "A beautiful baby boy." I cut the cord, cleaned him up and wrapped him in a towel and gave him to his mother.
I leaned over and kissed Rachel, then set to cleaning her up.
After I cleaned her up, I sat next to her.
"He's so beautiful." She whispered as she bent over to kiss our son on the head.
"What are we going to name him?" I asked.
"I thought we agreed on Jonathan?" she gazed at me.
"Jonathan is a good name."
"My little Jonny." She kissed him again then began to nurse him. "So beautiful."
When she finished nursing him, she kissed my cheek. "Do you want to hold your son?" she asked.
"Of course." I said. She carefully handed me Jonny.