(A/N hey guys! sorry this chappie took so long, but I was saving it,
because this is an important chapter! Enjoy! OH yea, thanx to Niori for
helping me write this chapter!)
Chapter 28:
Silence had settled over the four companions long ago. No one dared to speak as they walked to the stairs, fearing that if they uttered any sounds, they would awaken the evil that lay upon this place. The awkward silence stayed upon them, even as Gollum ran into the darkness. As Erin walked, a sudden pain burst through her stomach. It felt as though her stomach and lower body was being sucked inward. She gave a small gasp and leaned her arm against the cave wall. "My good god!" She gasped, "My stomach!"
The pain went away just as suddenly as it appeared. Still leaning against the wall, Erin suddenly felt something start to drip out from her pants. Looking down frantically, she saw with now growing horror, that there was a puddle of water. "Erin!" Frodo cried, running backwards toward her.
Another wave of pain contracted through her abdomen. Suddenly, when the pain again faded, the realization of what was happening to her hit her like the blades of a bunch of sharp knives. "Oh my god,"She whispered, looking around at her surroundings and feeling horror, "I'm...Oh god! I'm starting labor!"
"Erin, what's wrong?" Frodo cried frantically, from where he now stood beside Erin, looking horrified and panicky at once.
"O-oh my g-god Frodo!" Erin screamed, "I'm going into l-labor!"
Frodo's mouth dropped open in utter surprise. From behind him, Sam gave a startled gasp. "What?!?" Frodo cried, his voice going high with emotion, "You can't have the baby now! Not now! We're almost to Mordor, and that's not a place for a baby! You can't be going into labor now!"
Another stab of pain went through Erin and she gave a startled gasp. She was actually going into labor! After nine months of morning sickness, mood swings, and over-active hormones! She was finally going to have her baby. "I hate to burst your bubble," Erin leaned back against the stone wall and slid down into a sitting position, "But I'm having the baby now, not later!"
Another contraction went through her and closing her eyes, Erin tried to recall every aspect of all the sex ed. classes she had had in the past. That movie about child birth had said a bunch of stuff about how to know when to push and all, but it was so much...different in real life than it ever seemed in that stupid movie. "What do we do??" Frodo cried, turning towards Sam with wide eyes.
"I don't know!!!" Sam cried, his eyes almost as wide as Frodo's.
"Oh god," Erin moaned, as yet another contraction went through her, "I'm surrounded by complete idiots!"
"This is not good!" Sam spoke again, holding up Frodo, who looked like he was going to keel over any second.
"Ok..." Erin felt herself start to breathe deeply and calmly, "I watched that stupid tape in sex Ed. So I have a little clue about what's going to happen," another contraction, this time worse than the ones before, "But you two will need to help me!"
"What-do-we-do?" Frodo asked, his face so pale he could have been mistaken for a vampire.
"My contractions are getting closer together," She explained, moaning, "Frodo...it hurts so much, do something!"
Frodo pulled himself together and slowly walked up to Erin, who sat on the hard ground. He kneeled down and took Erin's left hand into his, squeezing it tight. "I'm here for you," he started, "I'll help you through it".
Tears formed in Erin's multi-colored eyes and she smiled faintly, but the smile only lasted for a couple of seconds as another wave of pain shot through her stomach. She trembled and Frodo held her hand tighter. Erin looked up into Frodo's worried blue eyes and a stab of guilt wavered over her. She never should have done this with Frodo, was she that irresponsible? It was hard enough for him with the ring without her to worry about too. "I'm sorry, Frodo," Erin whispered, breathing deeply.
"Don't be. I love you and I'm going to love the baby just as much," Frodo replied, his eyes shining.
A huge wave of pain hit Erin and she gasped loudly, surpressing a scream. The pain was too much for her and she started to sob uncontrollably. Frodo pulled her into a light hug and kissed her forehead softly. Sam watched helplessly from in front of them. Finally, he spoke up, "The Gaffer's wife went through this many times, try to push a little more," he explained.
Erin pushed hard, but it just hurt more. "Keep pushing," Sam urged, "I guess I'm the deliverer".
An hour passed and finally Sam saw the first sign of the baby coming out. Erin screamed loudly, she didn't care if she woke up the dead. Frodo was as pale as a ghost as Sam motioned him over. "Look, Mr.Frodo!" Sam cried, excitedly, "You can see the baby starting to come out!"
Frodo looked down at the gory sight and all of the blood. He gave a little cry and his eyes widened more. He tried not to faint. "It felt so right at the time," Frodo whispered, to himself.
"I beg your pardon, Mr.Frodo," Sam whispered back, "But what are you talking about?"
"The party, Sam. Where it happened," Frodo explained, but Sam looked blank, "Where the baby was made?"
"Frodo! Why don't you just say it? we had sex, it felt good, but look at what it cost us!" Erin gasped, in between screams of pain.
Frodo's cheeks turned a dark red color and he looked at Sam, sadly. Frodo lowered his voice so Erin couldn't hear and spoke again, "I'm not ready to be a father, Sam, especially with every step closer we get to Mount Doom".
"There's nothing you can do, Mr.Frodo. You'll be a wonderful father," Sam said, smiling.
"This shouldn't have happened, what was I thinking?" Frodo cried, feeling the ring getting heavier.
Erin heard Frodo shout this and felt her heart break. She watched as tears streamed down Frodo's depressed face. Finally, she felt one last jolt of agonizing pain and then she just sat there, emotionless. Baby wails rang through the air and Frodo looked over to where Sam knelt, rocking a little baby in his arms. He wiped some of the blood off with a cloth and smiled at the baby. Erin breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr.Frodo, look! It's a-" Sam started.
Before he could finish a rumble was heard and a string of green light shot up into the sky. A screech was heard and Erin looked up to see a Nazgul flying over top of them. Her heart raced, what now?
(A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter and sorry, we don't know very much about pregnancy so don't kill us for it! anyway, please R&R! Peace y'all!)
Chapter 28:
Silence had settled over the four companions long ago. No one dared to speak as they walked to the stairs, fearing that if they uttered any sounds, they would awaken the evil that lay upon this place. The awkward silence stayed upon them, even as Gollum ran into the darkness. As Erin walked, a sudden pain burst through her stomach. It felt as though her stomach and lower body was being sucked inward. She gave a small gasp and leaned her arm against the cave wall. "My good god!" She gasped, "My stomach!"
The pain went away just as suddenly as it appeared. Still leaning against the wall, Erin suddenly felt something start to drip out from her pants. Looking down frantically, she saw with now growing horror, that there was a puddle of water. "Erin!" Frodo cried, running backwards toward her.
Another wave of pain contracted through her abdomen. Suddenly, when the pain again faded, the realization of what was happening to her hit her like the blades of a bunch of sharp knives. "Oh my god,"She whispered, looking around at her surroundings and feeling horror, "I'm...Oh god! I'm starting labor!"
"Erin, what's wrong?" Frodo cried frantically, from where he now stood beside Erin, looking horrified and panicky at once.
"O-oh my g-god Frodo!" Erin screamed, "I'm going into l-labor!"
Frodo's mouth dropped open in utter surprise. From behind him, Sam gave a startled gasp. "What?!?" Frodo cried, his voice going high with emotion, "You can't have the baby now! Not now! We're almost to Mordor, and that's not a place for a baby! You can't be going into labor now!"
Another stab of pain went through Erin and she gave a startled gasp. She was actually going into labor! After nine months of morning sickness, mood swings, and over-active hormones! She was finally going to have her baby. "I hate to burst your bubble," Erin leaned back against the stone wall and slid down into a sitting position, "But I'm having the baby now, not later!"
Another contraction went through her and closing her eyes, Erin tried to recall every aspect of all the sex ed. classes she had had in the past. That movie about child birth had said a bunch of stuff about how to know when to push and all, but it was so much...different in real life than it ever seemed in that stupid movie. "What do we do??" Frodo cried, turning towards Sam with wide eyes.
"I don't know!!!" Sam cried, his eyes almost as wide as Frodo's.
"Oh god," Erin moaned, as yet another contraction went through her, "I'm surrounded by complete idiots!"
"This is not good!" Sam spoke again, holding up Frodo, who looked like he was going to keel over any second.
"Ok..." Erin felt herself start to breathe deeply and calmly, "I watched that stupid tape in sex Ed. So I have a little clue about what's going to happen," another contraction, this time worse than the ones before, "But you two will need to help me!"
"What-do-we-do?" Frodo asked, his face so pale he could have been mistaken for a vampire.
"My contractions are getting closer together," She explained, moaning, "Frodo...it hurts so much, do something!"
Frodo pulled himself together and slowly walked up to Erin, who sat on the hard ground. He kneeled down and took Erin's left hand into his, squeezing it tight. "I'm here for you," he started, "I'll help you through it".
Tears formed in Erin's multi-colored eyes and she smiled faintly, but the smile only lasted for a couple of seconds as another wave of pain shot through her stomach. She trembled and Frodo held her hand tighter. Erin looked up into Frodo's worried blue eyes and a stab of guilt wavered over her. She never should have done this with Frodo, was she that irresponsible? It was hard enough for him with the ring without her to worry about too. "I'm sorry, Frodo," Erin whispered, breathing deeply.
"Don't be. I love you and I'm going to love the baby just as much," Frodo replied, his eyes shining.
A huge wave of pain hit Erin and she gasped loudly, surpressing a scream. The pain was too much for her and she started to sob uncontrollably. Frodo pulled her into a light hug and kissed her forehead softly. Sam watched helplessly from in front of them. Finally, he spoke up, "The Gaffer's wife went through this many times, try to push a little more," he explained.
Erin pushed hard, but it just hurt more. "Keep pushing," Sam urged, "I guess I'm the deliverer".
An hour passed and finally Sam saw the first sign of the baby coming out. Erin screamed loudly, she didn't care if she woke up the dead. Frodo was as pale as a ghost as Sam motioned him over. "Look, Mr.Frodo!" Sam cried, excitedly, "You can see the baby starting to come out!"
Frodo looked down at the gory sight and all of the blood. He gave a little cry and his eyes widened more. He tried not to faint. "It felt so right at the time," Frodo whispered, to himself.
"I beg your pardon, Mr.Frodo," Sam whispered back, "But what are you talking about?"
"The party, Sam. Where it happened," Frodo explained, but Sam looked blank, "Where the baby was made?"
"Frodo! Why don't you just say it? we had sex, it felt good, but look at what it cost us!" Erin gasped, in between screams of pain.
Frodo's cheeks turned a dark red color and he looked at Sam, sadly. Frodo lowered his voice so Erin couldn't hear and spoke again, "I'm not ready to be a father, Sam, especially with every step closer we get to Mount Doom".
"There's nothing you can do, Mr.Frodo. You'll be a wonderful father," Sam said, smiling.
"This shouldn't have happened, what was I thinking?" Frodo cried, feeling the ring getting heavier.
Erin heard Frodo shout this and felt her heart break. She watched as tears streamed down Frodo's depressed face. Finally, she felt one last jolt of agonizing pain and then she just sat there, emotionless. Baby wails rang through the air and Frodo looked over to where Sam knelt, rocking a little baby in his arms. He wiped some of the blood off with a cloth and smiled at the baby. Erin breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr.Frodo, look! It's a-" Sam started.
Before he could finish a rumble was heard and a string of green light shot up into the sky. A screech was heard and Erin looked up to see a Nazgul flying over top of them. Her heart raced, what now?
(A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter and sorry, we don't know very much about pregnancy so don't kill us for it! anyway, please R&R! Peace y'all!)