Some time later.
Jean's POV
Scott and I were doing some last minute shopping for the baby; we went into
all the baby stores and practically bought everything. I stop for a second
and Scott looks at me worriedly.
"What's wrong?"
"I have a cramp, I've had it all day."
Maybe you need to sit down."
"Yeah.I." I stop I feel a gush of liquid run down my leg.
I see Scott look down at the ground. "Is that?" He asks.
I nod as he helps me to the car.
We arrive at the hospital and brought up to labor and delivery.
We start to walk to ease the contractions
"Uh, no - - ah, damnit. . . " I lean onto the wall, bracing myself for the
next one. Scott moves quickly with me, locking his arms under mine,
supporting my chest.
I squeeze his hands; this is a rough one.
"Breathe, sweetie, just breathe." He might be whispering, he might be
yelling, I don't know. All I can do is close my eyes, suddenly very aware
of my heart beating a little faster, my breathes coming at a quicker pace.
"Don't push, Jean, don't you push."
The pressure in my body builds rectally and vaginally. I want so
desperately to push, to relieve the pressure as much and as soon as
possible.
My eyes open to tiny stars twinkling around the room, my legs shake, my
body burns. I reach for the emesis basin.
I hear one smack to the ground. I need it.
"The-the basin . . . " I sputter, thrusting my arm in its direction.
I feel the cold metal thrust in front of my just as I violently vomit. It's
not pretty, but it has to be done. Over and over, my body shakes in a vain
attempt to cool me, sweat drips down my face at a rate faster than Scott
can wipe.
"I want to push; I need to push."
"You're doing great, baby. Just another centimeter and your almost there."
He steps forward, grazing my cheek.
Scott was startled when the doctor suddenly spoke.
"Mrs. Summers, you have to push. The head stands. When you feel the need,
push!"
With my whole body, my whole essence, everything in me, I push. I groan and
moan and scream and yell, but I push as hard as humanly possible. I push
despite the ripping and tearing feeling coming from my cervix, despite the
pain of her head crowning.
A new wave of pain started in her under abdomen and lower back, flowing
out until she thought she was crushing the hand holding her left hand.
Scott grabbed the moist cloth and dabbed the forehead of the woman on the bed. "Cry out, Jean. Cry out if you feel you must. It will help you trough your pain." Jean waited till the contraction was over. Then she shook her head. "I can't. When I do that, I will lose control over my mind." Scott was mentally whacking himself, as he held the hand of his wife.
Why did they have to go shopping today? They hadn't expected for the labor to start so soon. It should have another month. And now they had ended up in a hospital away from the place the wanted to have their baby, the quiet infirmary in the basement of the mansion. When this contraction faded away and she opened her eyes to take a breath, she tasted the sweet taste of blood in her mouth.
She also heard the doctor speak again. "You're doing fine, Mrs. Summers. Another one like that, the head will be out."
Jean nodded again as she felt the wave of pain built again. She took a deep breath, bit her lip and pushed.
Scott felt Jean grip his hand again. He could vaguely feel her pain thru the mental link they shared.
He hated the position he was in right now. He couldn't do anything for the woman he loved except being there.
He realized that the contraction had to be over, because the Doctor said that the head was out. Closing his eyes, he focused on Jean and sent a telepathic message. "Cry out, beautiful. Cry out if it will make you feel better."
Jean felt the pain again, just when she had slipped her control a little. Taking a deep breath, she pushed.
This one was much worse than the ones before. She didn't know how this was possible, but felt like she pushed for an eternity. Suddenly she lost the most part of her control. And Jean cried out from pain and felt her power go lose. The cloth Scott held in his other hand was suddenly ripped away and flew towards the door. It slammed in the door and then it slowly fell to the floor. Scott knew Jean threw it telekinetically at the door. Jean cried out a little as she pushed again faintly she could hear a baby cry. The doctor stood up, a tiny figure in his hands. "Congratulations. You have a baby girl."
Jean opened her eyes and smiled. Releasing the hands of her husband she reached for her child. The doctor wrapped the child in the blanket and handed her to her mother. Jean pulled the baby close to her and touched the baby's cheek. "Hello, little one." Scott put his arm around her shoulder. "She's beautiful, Jean."
The girl had red hair and when opened her eye's they were bright green.
"What will you call her?" One of the nurses asked. Scott and Jean looked each other in the eyes and Scott spoke: "Abigail Emma Summers." It was a few hours after the birth of Abigail. Abigail had been bathed with Scott's help and checked. Jean also had bathed and slept for an hour. It was visitors' hour and soon Professor Xavier Ororo came in. Scott was doing the paperwork and arranging that both Jean and Abigail would be discharged in a couple of hours. Suddenly the door opened. The Professor wheeled in his wheelchair.
Jean smiled and tried to sit up a little bit more, which didn't go so well with the baby in her arms. Ororo came over and shoved another pillow behind her back.
"Thanks Ororo." she said, while Ororo pulled a chair besides the bed.
"Congratulations, Jean. She's beautiful" Ororo said.
Jean turned towards the Professor. "Would you like to hold her?" she asked.
"Very much." and the Professor held his hands out.
"So little one, meet one of your grandfathers." Jean said when she handed Abigail over.
The Professor's face lit up with a smile and he sat back, softly rocking the baby. Jean sat back, with a smile on her face, happy with the new member of her family.
Scott grabbed the moist cloth and dabbed the forehead of the woman on the bed. "Cry out, Jean. Cry out if you feel you must. It will help you trough your pain." Jean waited till the contraction was over. Then she shook her head. "I can't. When I do that, I will lose control over my mind." Scott was mentally whacking himself, as he held the hand of his wife.
Why did they have to go shopping today? They hadn't expected for the labor to start so soon. It should have another month. And now they had ended up in a hospital away from the place the wanted to have their baby, the quiet infirmary in the basement of the mansion. When this contraction faded away and she opened her eyes to take a breath, she tasted the sweet taste of blood in her mouth.
She also heard the doctor speak again. "You're doing fine, Mrs. Summers. Another one like that, the head will be out."
Jean nodded again as she felt the wave of pain built again. She took a deep breath, bit her lip and pushed.
Scott felt Jean grip his hand again. He could vaguely feel her pain thru the mental link they shared.
He hated the position he was in right now. He couldn't do anything for the woman he loved except being there.
He realized that the contraction had to be over, because the Doctor said that the head was out. Closing his eyes, he focused on Jean and sent a telepathic message. "Cry out, beautiful. Cry out if it will make you feel better."
Jean felt the pain again, just when she had slipped her control a little. Taking a deep breath, she pushed.
This one was much worse than the ones before. She didn't know how this was possible, but felt like she pushed for an eternity. Suddenly she lost the most part of her control. And Jean cried out from pain and felt her power go lose. The cloth Scott held in his other hand was suddenly ripped away and flew towards the door. It slammed in the door and then it slowly fell to the floor. Scott knew Jean threw it telekinetically at the door. Jean cried out a little as she pushed again faintly she could hear a baby cry. The doctor stood up, a tiny figure in his hands. "Congratulations. You have a baby girl."
Jean opened her eyes and smiled. Releasing the hands of her husband she reached for her child. The doctor wrapped the child in the blanket and handed her to her mother. Jean pulled the baby close to her and touched the baby's cheek. "Hello, little one." Scott put his arm around her shoulder. "She's beautiful, Jean."
The girl had red hair and when opened her eye's they were bright green.
"What will you call her?" One of the nurses asked. Scott and Jean looked each other in the eyes and Scott spoke: "Abigail Emma Summers." It was a few hours after the birth of Abigail. Abigail had been bathed with Scott's help and checked. Jean also had bathed and slept for an hour. It was visitors' hour and soon Professor Xavier Ororo came in. Scott was doing the paperwork and arranging that both Jean and Abigail would be discharged in a couple of hours. Suddenly the door opened. The Professor wheeled in his wheelchair.
Jean smiled and tried to sit up a little bit more, which didn't go so well with the baby in her arms. Ororo came over and shoved another pillow behind her back.
"Thanks Ororo." she said, while Ororo pulled a chair besides the bed.
"Congratulations, Jean. She's beautiful" Ororo said.
Jean turned towards the Professor. "Would you like to hold her?" she asked.
"Very much." and the Professor held his hands out.
"So little one, meet one of your grandfathers." Jean said when she handed Abigail over.
The Professor's face lit up with a smile and he sat back, softly rocking the baby. Jean sat back, with a smile on her face, happy with the new member of her family.
