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Coincidence?

~October 18th, 6:39 PM.~

"How you feeling, Jenni?" Jennifer looked up from her clipboard, not entirely surprised to see Wynn smiling down at her. They had finished dinner ten minutes ago and Michael had left, while she stayed behind working.

"All right, my feet are swollen and my back hurts, typical ninth month stuff."

Wynn laughed. "Not quite in your ninth month, but I get your point. Just think, you'll be working in three more months."

She frowned. "Good, yet bad. Working with a three month old here needing me every minute."

"Michael will be here, and if it's feeding time you'll be in the building." Wynn collected his files and stood. "Get to bed, you'll be tired, besides, tomorrow's Michael's birthday, I want to do something for him."

She smirked. "Do you really? I thought that was my job."

He frowned and shook his head. "You're sick, I should get you a rubber room."

She laughed. "Give me two weeks, I'm not allowed to be sick when the baby's born."

He chuckled. "Certainly not, good night." He left and she sighed, grabbing her work and made her way down the hall, through the maximum security doors, the iron bars and down the hall, into the last door on the left. She opened it, not surprised to see Michael watching the door. She went through her usual routine, changed, put her things away then washed her face, brushed her teeth and climbed into bed. Despite the little intimacy they had shared, Michael and Jennifer weren't close. They didn't embrace in any way and he usual got into bed long after she had fallen asleep.

Tonight was a strange night for her, she had a hard time falling asleep and when she finally did she began to have a series of flashbacks. Her childhood, mostly spent here, the little time she had spent with her mother, and having seen her little brother John, just newly born from a different father. Laurie pulling her aside days before the accident,

"Promise me Jenni, you'll take care of Jamie?"

"I promise Mommy."

"And promise to never tell anyone I'm alive."

"Promise."

And then just this past early February, having to be with Michael in front of Wynn.

"Now Jen, I'm sure you are getting used to the idea of being with Michael this way. So don't worry, you won't even be conscious, we don't expect anything out of you."

"No!" She grabbed his coatsleeve, surprising him. "Let me be awake and please God don't strap me down, I'm not used to it and I'd be so much more at ease if I felt I could move..."

He sighed and nodded. "All right, if that'll make this easier. I'm going to warn you, this isn't your average, 'make a baby' session, he's going to be rough and ruthless. He's taking you this time, making you his. This isn't a married couple fooling around."

She shook her head. "I don't care, I'll live."

He grinned. "That's the spirit, come on, before he gets impatient."

He led her into the room, glowing with candles and torches. She cringed upon seeing the surface, a ceremonial table, an altar. She looked to the wall to see Michael's cell, where he stood waiting to be let out. 'Even they're afraid of him', she thought with a slight chuckle.

She was instructed to change into a white garment, loose, not held together anywhere, something that could be removed in a tug. She clutched it over her front as she moved to the table, her eyes shying away from Wynn, the man she had known as her father. The silhouette of her form was very visible when the light hit the garment, and so she sat and lay quietly. A clank and roar echoed as the door of the cell opened and she heard Michael's slow, patient footsteps. She moved her eyes and was surprised to already see him at her side.

It seemed like a blur, between the time he gazed at her and the time he descended upon her, but it was obvious that he was indeed rough in the act, enjoyably rough even, and only when she saw the blood on her fingers afterwards did she realize she had scratched his back up.

Her eyes snapped open at the sight of her wet, red fingertips. She looked at her own hands now and sighed, they were clean, normal. The clock next to the bed read 5:06, she looked to her side, Michael lay sleeping next to her, his steady breathing muffled behind the mask. She smiled slightly. The past 9 months with him had been decent, though neither showed affection to the other she had often felt like grabbing him and kissing him, or even just holding him. She had craved attention since her pregnancy really took off, considering that every source they could use said he had impregnated her on their wedding night.

She flinched as a sudden, deep and sharp pain pulsed to life in her abdomen. Must be moving rough. She thought, having never felt it before. But minutes later she felt it again, but this time it lasted longer, again, again. She was now in deep pain, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Wynn had warned her of the possibility of an early delivery, but had assured her it was highly unlikely.

...Then again, how many women marry and get pregnant by their uncles?...

She grunted and moved from the bed, Michael not even noticing. She went to the small, red button on the wall and pressed it. Moments later Wynn and several others rushed in, gurney handy. Michael sot up at the noise just in time to see her being taken out, puzzled, he tilted his head to the left, then the right.

Meanwhile her pains ensued, and though she tried to listen to Wynn's mouthful of directions, she was finding it extremely difficult. Suddenly the pain was unbearable, and she screamed loudly, feeling that she would split open and her child would fall out. Another shrill scream as they brought her into the room Jamie had given birth in. Wynn stayed outside and the midwife began to instruct her.

"Ok Jennifer, can I call you Jenni?"

Jennifer's breathing was harsh and labored as she answered. "I don't give a fuck what you call me, just get this baby out of me!"

The midwife chuckled. "I understand. Ok Jenni, I need you to bring up your legs, up a bit more, there you go. Now I'm going to give you something to induce the dilation, it'll be a faster labor that way." Jennifer sighed as the needle punctured her flesh and tried desperately to keep breathing. But right when they were done the pain shot to a horrible level, and she et out several ear piercing screams as contractions took over her. Twenty minutes later the midwife looked at her again and sighed. "Ok, now I need you to push fro where you feel the pain, lean forward, nice and hard. Good! Ok, breathe, breathe, again!"

Jennifer shrieked as she obeyed, growling as she pushed as hard as she could, quickly losing strength. "Only a couple more Jen, two or three more, ready? Breathe, keep breathing, ok now!"

"Ahhh," she murmured. "I can't do it."

"Yes you can, come on, I know it hurts and I know it's hard. Deep breath ready? Now!"

Jennifer pushed as hard as possible, feeling someone wipe the sweat from her forehead with a towel. "Ok Jenni, we have a head and some shoulders. One more push, just one more, ready?"

At this she breathed deeply and nodded, pushing down as hard as possible. At several murmurs she stopped, her cries reduced enough to hear the baby's first cry. The midwife cut the cord and showed him to her, smiling at her. "You've got a little boy, Mom."

Tears flooded her eyes at this, and the nurses cleaned him up, and wrapped him into a black blanket, thick and warm.

"Please," Jennifer was sobbing. "Give him to me." The door opened after Jennifer got under the sheets and Wynn came in and moved to the nurse holding him. He motioned with his fingers for her to hand him the baby and she did. Jennifer stared at her adoptive father.

"No, please!" Jennifer yelled out as Wynn walked to the door with the baby. "My baby! Please, give him to me!"

Wynn opened the creaky wooden door.

"No!" Jennifer yelled and started to move around. "Damn you!"

He ignored her cries and left with him, moving to another room. "It's all right, he's just taking him to the disciples, he'll bring him back." One nurse said with a smile.

About an hour later the baby was brought back to her in his 'grandfather's arms. Wynn smiled as she received him tiredly. "Quite a fuss you made there."

She placed a finger in the little boy's fist. "I'm sorry,... Dad. I just really wanted to hold him."

He shrugged. "Perfectly natural. He's been received into our little circle. I'd better take him to Michael soon."

She nodded. "Yes, I suppose so."

"I'll have Diane come back in and help you feed him, then I'll take him."

"Who's Diane?"

"The midwife."

"Oh," she whispered and nodded. "All right."

He left and Diane came in and helped her with the baby, and soon left, Wynn came back in and smiled at her. "Well, you gonna fight me, or can I have him for a bit?"

She smiled. "Yes, take him to Michael." She surrendered the child to him and as he turned spoke. "Oh and Dad?"

He turned back. "Yes?"

She smiled softly. "Tell him I said happy birthday."

Wynn smiled. "I forgot, what a coincidence."

Meh, little bit of humor. Hope you liked. R&R

SA