I only just started watching Carmen Sandiego and I'm already on season 2.
Febuary 2nd
Carmen grunted as she held her nine month pregnant stomach. As the minutes went by in the hotel room, so did the contractions. She moaned loudly and then slapped a hand over her mouth. It was only 3:00 am in the morning and her water broke an hour ago. Silent tears dropped down her face as she watched the clock. It wouldn't be long now until she had to start pushing.
Swallowing hard and clenching her hand as another contraction took place. She took a deep breath allowing herself to relax on the hotel bed. The sheets which would soon be covered in crimson and other disgusting liquids. Her child moved and tried to get to a comfortable position. She looked at the clock one more time and sighed.
''oh god, oh god.'' Carmen moaned. The sudden urge to push became unbearable and she did it. Taking small breaks before pushing again. She groaned in agony and clenched the sheets. Pushing with all the might she had left.
Her face heated up and she let out a horrible scream that could have woken up the entire hotel. She was currently in Russia again due to a matter which had to be solved with her help. It seemed that Dr. Bellum had many labs in so many places. Russia being one of them. She had been lucky that V.I.L.E never knew of her pregnancy otherwise she would have been burnt toast. At least she had been practicing her Russian.
Carmen moaned again and grunted as she pushed the hardest she could possibly do. She managed to see a bit of where the head was being positioned and Carmen just wouldn't stop until the baby was out, crying and Carmen would be there to soothe it. She couldn't wait until she could see her feet again. And bear the smell of fish without gagging either.
She felt a small head pop out of her and then Carmen gasped. The child was out.
A loud cry erupted through the room. Carmen fell into a kneeling position to pick her baby up in her arms. She used a small knife and cut the umbilical cord. Then she used a blanket to wrap the baby.
It was a boy. He had small tufts of reddish hair and brown eyes. Just like Gray.
She cried as she held the baby and hugged him. Cradling him and singing a lullaby in his ears. She looked at the sheets and cringed at how much blood and antibiotic liquid had soaked the once clean and white sheets.
Setting that aside she looked at her newborn and smiled. She was a mother now. As she realized it…. Carmen began to cry. She knew that she couldn't have the baby from the beginning. Since she found out she was pregnant. Since she was in that gas station in Moscow, Russia. When she first gazed down that pregnancy test.
But as Carmen looked at the baby that was resting in her arms. She knew. She wanted it. It was selfish of her to want it but she did. She sobbed as she cradled the baby. She couldn't be both a thief and a mother at the same time. And that hurt. It's not like Gray even knew about the baby.
Once her son was put to sleep Carmen put him in a pillow and managed to get up and limp into the closet. Where she pulled a new set of sheets into the bed. Thankfully the blanket was on and its thick fabric had soaked the blood.
''Shesh. Looks like I won't be sleeping with the A.C on tonight.'' Thought Carmen.
She pulled the dirty sheets aside and left them on the seat. She changed from her bloody Pajamas to a new pair. She decided that if God allowed her.
She would shower in the morning tomorrow.