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Ninth Month - Part 3

I try to breath and think "Yes, yes, Yes!" like I learned at the prenatal class but all I do is yelling "No, No, No!"

Cohen!

I grab my cell and dial Cohen's number.

"Seth Cohen. Hello?"

"Ooooooowwww!"

I just scream into my phone. Another contraction.

"Summer? Summer is that you?"

When I'm able to breathe again, I hear a peeping and the phone conks. Empty battery.

I'm a twerp. A stupid pregnant twerp. I'm going to give birth to Honey on some highway in nowhere.

And I'm alone. Oh God no!

But cows calves by them self two, right?

I'm kneeling on all fours at the backseat of my car. And pant at every contraction (they come all four minutes now and I really start getting nervous now), curse god, curse sex, curse men and curse me above all, as somebody opens the door.

I stretch my butt into Cohen's face.

"Did you already have the baby?"

Coop stands behind him with a big towel in her hands. She probably has a tub full of hot water back at the car.

Coop drives like we are on the run. The next hospital is ten miles away. In emergency we could also drive to a vet, five miles away. Coop researched all of that. She really is very pragmatic sometimes.

Cohen pulled her out of her meeting a minute after my call. He threatened to make her mother move in with her if she wouldn't tell him where I am.

She confessed immediately (mercifully, I gotta say now). You gotta understand her. Her mother really is the devil!

When they arrived at Coops place they found my note and drove after me.

We slide over the highway.

"Hang on, Summer! Hang on!" Cohen sits on the backseat with me and holds my hand.

I claw my nails into his palms at every contraction.

Strangely I have no problems with hanging on. The contractions hurt like hell but between them I could joke around. There's probably a lot of endorphin running through my system right now. Otherwise you would just freak out while giving birth.

And it's nothing like I thought it'd be. I guess it depends from woman to woman anyway.

There was nothing before I was more afraid of then giving birth to Honey, but now it started, I'm totally calm.

During the pregnancy I felt like racing to a concrete wall without being able to pull the emergency brake.

After the third month there is no other way to get it out, but giving birth, either way.

It's not just lie next to you in bed one day. But now it's really starting and Cohen and Coop are with me, it's just wonderful. Exactly.

The only word coming to my mind is wonderful.

And somehow it's true.

No matter how... soon I'll hold Honey in my arms for the first time.

Cohen is all hysterical. Every time I whine, he does it with me. (Okay, that might be because of my nails clawing into his arm. Why should I be the only one to suffer?)

"Oh Summer I'm so sorry... owww... breathe, you've got to breathe... I was so stupid... I screwed up everything. All I wanted to do was surprising you with an Au-pair-girl for Honey, so you could do that job at Vogue... but then... I guess I was pregnant too in some way... my hormones just freaked... owww! That really hurt! Breathe, sweetie... Breathe... but I swear I didn't sleep with her... and I didn't fly to Boston, neither... when I was in the plane, all I could think about was you and the baby... and the way you would sit at home with your round belly... and I really didn't treat you that nice, the last few days... I mean you're pregnant... you got every right to be moodily... you caring our child, all by yourself... well, I guess American Airways will never let me in again, after the way I acted today... they were at the taxiway already..."

To be honest, he could also tell me that he shagged the complete female water-polo-team of Harbor. I wouldn't care. The main-point is he being here right now holding my hand.

I claw my nails in deeper and pull him down to me.

"Just promise me one thing! Fuuuuck!"

"Everything, Sweetie! I'll never even look at another woman again, I'll never cheat on you! And I put my dirty plates right into the dishwasher..."

"Oh forget it! Ooowww! Just promise me... owww, that I get an anesthesia! Right now!"

I love the anesthetist. I want to marry him. He's the greatest man on earth. I still feel the contractions, but they don't hurt anymore. It's like riding roller coaster without vomiting. Like eating a lot of ice-cream without getting fat.

I send Coop and Cohen out to get them selfs some coffee. They look still pretty pale. Maybe they rather get a drink.

I just feel wonderful.

Unfortunately, Honey doesn't. Her heart tones get less. A friendly smiling assistant medical director pleads for a c-section. Cohen comes back and gets even paler after that message. Coop fell asleep fell asleep out of exhaustion.

Then everything happens pretty fast. The anesthetist gives me another injection (I notice now that he's almost bald and has a lot of hairs coming out of his nose - I've got to rethink the whole marriage-thing), and then they slice up my belly with me in total conscious.

I'm starring against a blue wall and Cohen (with breathing protection and cap) strokes my cheeks. He also looks incredible sexy. Maybe he should become a doctor.

I'm really groggy. The painkillers work like a charm. No wonder after nine clean months.

And then I hear it.

A small cry.

It sounds like she's complaining. That's mamas girl...

Her first cry. Amazing.

While the doctors stitch up my belly, somebody lies down Honey next to me.

I'm looking into her eyes.

Hi! I'm your mommy!

I still can't believe it.

And she looks at me like we've known each other forever like we know out of a former life.

Shortly after that we're back at the delivery-room.

Cohen and me. The three of us.

Coop only takes a short look at her and draws back after that decent. But tomorrow she'll be the first to visit us and she won't let go Honey for at least an hour. After all she is her godmother.

Everything is quiet.

The light is damped.

Honey lies in my arms, washed up and wired in a blanket.

It turned out that she's quite a girl.

She weights 8 lbs 1 oz. And she is totally healthy.

Passed through all test with ten of ten possible points.

I'm just gonna announce her at Harvard.

Incredible.

I can't stop looking at her. I also can't stop smelling at her. She smells so incredible. Like cinnamon, marzipan and roses.

She's a miracle.

She's wonderful.

No idea where she comes from. Only by part out of my belly. Somehow I'm convinced she just fell from heaven right into my arms.

Incredible.

She wanted me and Cohen as parents. That's a big honor.

I hope we'll be worth it.

Oh damn! She's just here for a half an hour and I think we gonna need another one.

Cohen strokes her head carefully and then he looks at me. "I think we gonna need another one" He tells me with a reckless smirk.

Somehow I'm smirking, too. Honey does sweet, little baby noises.

"Alright - but you do the next pregnancy."

Cohen kisses me. And then he kisses Honey very carefully.

Honey pees on Cohen out of excitement.

I love Cohen. I love Honey.

And I'm happier then I ever was.

THE END

- no, not quite yet... ;)

"Hey!"

I jerk out of my dreams. Somewhere inside my head Honey already graduated from high school and was about to leave for Yale. Next to my bed, I spot Cohen with her in his arms.

"What?" I ask him groggily.

"We forgot to name her!"

Yeah, because we were fighting over names for the past five months.

Is it absolutely necessary to wake me at two in morning, when I just was sliced up? If I would do that to him. He's not even addressable anymore, after he sneezed once.

"Can't we talk about that tomorrow? I'm totally exhausted!", I tell him without taking my eyes off Honey.

"Well, it's bad luck if she isn't named within five hours after she was born."

"Who told you that crab?"

Quickly he covers my mouth with his hand: "No swearing in front of my daughter!"

"Your daughter? I believe I'm the one who'll have a scarf on her stomach!"

Maybe it's the fading away of the anesthesia or the lack of sleep, but suddenly I feel all aggressive again.

"Okay, our daughter. But still we need a name!"

"We don't have to choose a name right now...",

"Yes, we do! Come on! Both of us choose a name. Tell me yours."

"Fine."

I sit up in bed and take Honey in my arms. She's asleep.

"I think she looks like a Chloe."

"Chloe... ", he nods smiling.

"What's yours?"

"Chloe."

"We're good", I kiss him on the lips.

"Yes we are. The two of us... and Chloe, of course."

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