(A/N: And the moment you've been waiting for .. The baby is born)
*3 months later*
It was a cold night when I felt my first contraction. I gasped from the sharp pain-I had known it would hurt but not so much. I glanced over at my clock and turned to my husband. "Trunks", I whispered hoarsely I could barely get any words out." your about to become a father". He was still asleep. I pushed him in response he quickly got up. "Hey what was that for?" "I think I just had my first contraction" "Oh my god here I am sleeping and yelling at my wife while she's is in labor I am such an idiot I am so sorry" he got out of bed and started stumbling everywhere. "Have you got your things packed up and everything?"
I got up and dressed speedily. "Yes I have been ready for a month"
"I'll call your doctors okay" he yelled from the bathroom.
I swung the bathroom door open he was wearing only his trousers. His chest was bare. "You are the calmest mother to be I've ever seen", he said as he helped me sit. He swiped his face with the electric razor, and then he was running to put on a shirt and tie. "Had any more contractions?" it was on the tip of my tongue to say no, when another seized me. I doubled over.
"Fifteen minutes since the last" I gasped. He looked pale as he pulled on his jacket then came to help me up. "Okay I'll put you in the car first then go for your suitcase. Keep calm don't worry I hired three of the best doctors doing their very best."
"To get in each others way," I concluded.
"No to see that you get the best medical attention possible" he corrected.
We'd thought of everything food clothes and a tape for both of or parents that said that their grand child was going to be delivered.
It seemed forever before the hospital loomed up ahead. Someone rushed up with a wheelchair and without any other problems. I was snug in a bed in no time at all and gasping from another contraction. The doctors told me to get some rest before I started delivering. I tried but there was another women across from me also in labor and she was screaming her head off.
"Oh my god will she shut up so I can get some sleep" then the doctors came in and gave her a shot. She slowly drifted into sleep. I wished they would give me some of that so I can rest. Eventually I went to sleep with everything slowly staring to calm down.
When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was but I knew I was in a lot of pain. I also realized I was in a different room. I looked around there were doctors surrounding me but where was Trunks? I am alone. I began to panic.
" Trunks where are you I can't have the baby alone" then someone squeezed my hand.
"Hey there don't be scared it's just me," Trunks whispered "your in the delivery room your expected any time now"
*2 hours later*
Later my kids were born twins my little boy and girl. Trunks had tears in his eyes he picked up our kids and cut their cord attached all messy and bloody. He put them on my belly and held them there while another doctor did what he had to do. "Marron can you see them?"
"Their so beautiful," I breathed in awe seeing my son's golden curly hair and my daughter's straight lavender locks and their perfect little red bodies. My son waved his tiny fists and flailed his thin legs screaming at all the indignities inflicted on him so much like his grandfather.
"His name will be Trunks"
"I hate my name honey don't make him suffer too"
"Oh but I like it. It's short and simple for moments when I can only gasp it"
He blushed and brought my daughter closer to me "And what about her?"
"Her name will be Elizabeth but I will call her Ellie" he had heard my thin whisper I was so tired and so sleepy.
The nurse who had helped me in delivery smiled and asked "Why Ellie?"
I was just about to answer. Then I realized that it wasn't me who had the strength to answer. It was Trunks who understood my reasoning. "Because if she would have blonde hair she would have changed it somewhere closer to Ericka to remember her by" he looked over and smiled at me. Our eyes met and I smiled back. How wonderful it felt to be understood and never have to explain. (A/N: I have one more chapter to write then I can say tata for now)
*3 months later*
It was a cold night when I felt my first contraction. I gasped from the sharp pain-I had known it would hurt but not so much. I glanced over at my clock and turned to my husband. "Trunks", I whispered hoarsely I could barely get any words out." your about to become a father". He was still asleep. I pushed him in response he quickly got up. "Hey what was that for?" "I think I just had my first contraction" "Oh my god here I am sleeping and yelling at my wife while she's is in labor I am such an idiot I am so sorry" he got out of bed and started stumbling everywhere. "Have you got your things packed up and everything?"
I got up and dressed speedily. "Yes I have been ready for a month"
"I'll call your doctors okay" he yelled from the bathroom.
I swung the bathroom door open he was wearing only his trousers. His chest was bare. "You are the calmest mother to be I've ever seen", he said as he helped me sit. He swiped his face with the electric razor, and then he was running to put on a shirt and tie. "Had any more contractions?" it was on the tip of my tongue to say no, when another seized me. I doubled over.
"Fifteen minutes since the last" I gasped. He looked pale as he pulled on his jacket then came to help me up. "Okay I'll put you in the car first then go for your suitcase. Keep calm don't worry I hired three of the best doctors doing their very best."
"To get in each others way," I concluded.
"No to see that you get the best medical attention possible" he corrected.
We'd thought of everything food clothes and a tape for both of or parents that said that their grand child was going to be delivered.
It seemed forever before the hospital loomed up ahead. Someone rushed up with a wheelchair and without any other problems. I was snug in a bed in no time at all and gasping from another contraction. The doctors told me to get some rest before I started delivering. I tried but there was another women across from me also in labor and she was screaming her head off.
"Oh my god will she shut up so I can get some sleep" then the doctors came in and gave her a shot. She slowly drifted into sleep. I wished they would give me some of that so I can rest. Eventually I went to sleep with everything slowly staring to calm down.
When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was but I knew I was in a lot of pain. I also realized I was in a different room. I looked around there were doctors surrounding me but where was Trunks? I am alone. I began to panic.
" Trunks where are you I can't have the baby alone" then someone squeezed my hand.
"Hey there don't be scared it's just me," Trunks whispered "your in the delivery room your expected any time now"
*2 hours later*
Later my kids were born twins my little boy and girl. Trunks had tears in his eyes he picked up our kids and cut their cord attached all messy and bloody. He put them on my belly and held them there while another doctor did what he had to do. "Marron can you see them?"
"Their so beautiful," I breathed in awe seeing my son's golden curly hair and my daughter's straight lavender locks and their perfect little red bodies. My son waved his tiny fists and flailed his thin legs screaming at all the indignities inflicted on him so much like his grandfather.
"His name will be Trunks"
"I hate my name honey don't make him suffer too"
"Oh but I like it. It's short and simple for moments when I can only gasp it"
He blushed and brought my daughter closer to me "And what about her?"
"Her name will be Elizabeth but I will call her Ellie" he had heard my thin whisper I was so tired and so sleepy.
The nurse who had helped me in delivery smiled and asked "Why Ellie?"
I was just about to answer. Then I realized that it wasn't me who had the strength to answer. It was Trunks who understood my reasoning. "Because if she would have blonde hair she would have changed it somewhere closer to Ericka to remember her by" he looked over and smiled at me. Our eyes met and I smiled back. How wonderful it felt to be understood and never have to explain. (A/N: I have one more chapter to write then I can say tata for now)
