"Frozen In Time"
Disclaimer: Read the one in chapter one.
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Labor Pains
Date: April 15, 2023
Sander was in shock that he had died for an hour the previous day, but he was so touched by his brother's dedication. His death experience made him consider having Cole draft Last Will and Testaments for the three witches.
"Now this is just morbid." Pru said over breakfast. It was Monday, and work was calling her precious name. Sander was taking the day off to recover.
"Just sign the damn Will." Sander said as he thrusted the papers in front of her.
"No, I'm not dying anytime soon, and neither are you." she said matter of factly.
Sander rolled his eyes, maybe she was right, but he felt better knowing the wills were signed, he would of course keep them in a safety deposit box at the downtown bank.
"Help!" a voice screamed from upstairs, a voice which Sander easily recognized as Greg's.
Pru's eyes darted open as he grabbed Sander and orbed out of the kitchen.
The two materialized in Greg and Emma's room, to see Emma in tears, and her groin area wet.
"Her water broke. We need to get to the hospital!" Greg said as he ran around the room looking for Emma's overnight bag.
"Let's get her down to the car then." Pru said, as she held Emma's hand.
"AHHH!" she screamed, as she contracted. Pru's face twisted, was this what she was going to have to go through?
"Orb me." she said between two more contractions. Pru nodded, and motioned for her brothers to hold on. Greg grabbed Pru's shoulder, and Sander grabbed Emma's other hand. And in a flurry of white-blue light they were gone.
The four reappeared in the alley to the side of the hospital, and they walked in casually to the Emergency department.
"Help! We are having a baby!" Greg yelled, as Emma burst out into another contraction.
A nurse, and a doctor came running over to them. "How far along are we?" the doctor asked Emma, as she took over wheeling the wheelchair, that Emma was placed into.
"Eight months and two weeks I think." Greg said, as he hurried along with the doctor, and Emma as they wove through the halls of the ER.
"Call the NICU, and OB/GYN!" the doctor ordered as he wheeled the mother to be into a private hospital room.
"Doctor, she is five centimeters dilated." the nurse said, as she placed a heart monitor on Emma, and a fetal monitor on her stomach.
"He or she should be coming in a few hours." the doctor said as he prepared a tourniquet.
Greg smiled at Emma, who was sweating, and looked uncomfortable. He motioned for Sander and Pru to join him in the corner, both followed.
"Do we know if there is anything we should be aware of? This is after all a magical child, and we don't know what to expect." Greg said.
"I can call Dad, and see what happened when we were born." Sander said, as he looked Greg intently.
"I need to call Bucklands." Pru said as she whipped her cell phone out of her pocket, and hit a speed dial number.
"Your niece is being born, and you're calling work?" asked Greg.
"Yes, they need to know why I'm not coming in!" Pru said distractedly as she placed a finger up to her ear, so she could hear the phone.
An hour has passed. Emma is dilated to seven centimeters; several centimeters left before the baby is born. Pru orbed home to change out of her suit. Greg was sitting next to the bed, holding his wife's hand, whose contractions were ten minutes apart. Sander has still yet to return from calling Leo.
Sander walked into the hospital room, Leo following behind him, with a corporeal form of Piper.
"Mom!" Greg said with eyes as he got up and ran to her, and hugging her.
"Hi sweetie." she said soothingly and kissed her son's cheek.
"Wh-What are you doing here?" he asked.
"And miss my first grandchild's birth, you would think I were dead or something." she said with humor. No one laughed, because Piper's death was hard for the three witches to accept.
"Okay, I guess I lost my humor when I died and abandoned you." she said absent mindedly, as she spoke to no one in particular.
"How though, Mom?" Pru asked as she hugged Piper.
"Your dad, the Elder that he is, broke the rules, and let me come. Your Aunts Prue and Phoebe wanted to be here as well, but couldn't. So do we know, boy or girl?"
"Nope. Hopefully, girl because after all Warren's only have girls. But I guess something went wrong, because I got these two." she said motioning to Sander and Greg.
Emma and Pru laughed. Greg and Sander wore mock hurt on their faces. It was all good humor.
"So Dad, anything we should be warned about before our baby is born? Anything magical?" Greg asked.
"What do you mean?" Leo asked confused.
"Like what's going to happen? What happens when a magical child is born with powers?"
"A child isn't born with his or her powers, they are developed overtime. He or she will learn them when he or she is a toddler."
Greg was relieved. He really didn't want to freeze anyone on his baby's birthday.
Another hour and a half passed, when the nurse came in to check on Emma.
"Your are fully dilated. I think it's time." the nurse smiled at Emma, who was nervous. Greg was smiling, he was so excited.
"Only the father of the child can be in the room." the nurse said politely as she set up a birth center for the doctor to use. Sander abandoned his magazine, and got up, while Pru hugged Emma good luck, the two left. Leo nodded his head, wished luck and left, Piper refused to leave.
"I'm her sister." Piper said to the nurse, pointing to Emma.
"I don't see a resemblance." the nurse said.
"Different fathers." Piper said matter of factly.
"I guess you can stay then. What's your name?" the nurse stated and asked.
Piper looked at her son. Greg looked at his mother who is impersonating his wife's sister, who actually is dead. Emma's sister died when Emma was three.
"I don't need this." Piper said, as she motioned her hand forward, and Emma and the nurse froze in place.
"Mom!" Greg scolded, "What if the doc comes in here!"
"Sorry." Piper said, as she unfroze the room.
The nurse had forgotten what she asked, and went about her business prepping the room for the delivery.
"I'm scared." breathed Emma, as the nurse left to retrieve the doctor.
"I know sweetheart, but I'm here with you." Greg whispered in his wife's ear. She squeezed his hand...hard.
The doctor was in the room within five minutes, and he was prepared to deliver.
"Now, I need you to push, really hard, on the count of three." the doctor, whose name was Brett Gavin, said.
Emma nodded her head, ready for the pain.
"One, Two, Three!" Brett ordered, and Emma pushed in pain.
I hope everyone enjoyed! Chapter Thirty coming up soon!!! Thanks!