Hey all! Yawn, it's been awhile. But better later than never, huh? This
story is untitled "Expecting the Unexpected," and it's my view on how Alex
O'Connell was brought into this world. I hope this one is both humorous and
cute, for all readers. My intention is to give you a warm fuzzy feeling
after you read this. So please, if you loved it, hated it, or seen ANY
problem whatsoever, drop in a review. Thanks in advance.
What you are about to read is the Prologue to my story. It is a letter from each of the parents to be to their son to be. So, the story hasn't officially begun... yet. It will though, so don't worry. Have fun reading and I'll see you all on my next update.
Luv, Lady-Evie
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Rick's Prologue "A Letter from Dad"
Hey kid,
Looking at the calendar on my dresser, I see you have two weeks left.
......That can't be right. There's no way that's right. The damn - er... silly calendar is just wrong. It hasn't been THAT long...has it? I just have the wrong month up. That's all.
Huh... the first thing you will learn from your dad: I am NEVER organized. That will get me good brownie points from your mom.
Then again your uncle Jonathan was in here last night. He probably changed it or something. Knowing him, he most likely did it to mess with my head; get me to have a meltdown three or four months early.
So what day is today? Let's see... May was your mom's birthday... and August was mine... add three months... oh shit!
I mean shoot! I mean... what do I mean?
Now, don't panic, O'Connell. You've been waiting for this day for um... god more mathematics... eight, no nine months. So there.
Oh great, I can see it now: A teacher will ask: "Tell us something about your father," and you'll say: "My dad talks to himself daily."
Hooray, more brownie points.
Okay, no need for that. I'm not scared of being your father!
All right, maybe a little...
Hmm... I wonder if Evelyn's scared. She's your mom, just so you know. She sure has been acting weird the last few months. Okay bad choice of words. She's been acting um... not as she normally acts.
Is it because you're on the way?
The doc says it's a standard thing. But tell me, what's so standard about the constant crying, morning sickness, and various mood swings? Hell, it was fine for a while, but you make the mom-to-be mad now, and she curses up a storm. She worst than me, and believe me, you can't get much worse than me.
And her stomach! God, I've never seen it so round. I remember when it used to be well... flat. That was before you came along. Don't get me wrong though! I like your mom's stomach. I just don't think she like it that it's swelled ten times its normal mass. Now, I'm no expert in the field of pregnancy, but will some one please tell me how you can fit into your mom's...uh... tummy?
Tummy? Am I using that word right?
I wonder who you will look more like. I hope you look more like Evelyn than me. Maybe you will have her eyes... yeah... and get stuck with my personality.
That'll be interesting.
I hope you like me. Evelyn's insists you will. But I'm not so sure; you'll probably take one look at me and scream, begging to be taken away and back into your mother's arms. I have that effect on people. It's because of my father.
Sorry, just had a blast from the past there.
I hated my father, and I'm sure he hated me too. I figure that's why he put me in that orphanage, because he didn't think I was worth anything. Boy, if Dad could see me now...
I'll try to different from him. We'll be like Evelyn's family, and not like mine. She and your uncle had it good; living with parents who loved them. It must have been wonderful...
Me, well, I have no idea what it was like. I never met my mother; I still wonder what she was like... I bet she was beautiful, like your mom... I always had dreams about her. What my life would have been like if she was there, I would always go in my own little place and try to picture what she looked like, what she would say, hell just the sound of her voice, that was I'll I wanted to hear.
You'll be luckier than me. You'll have Evelyn for a mom.
If I think about it though, I bet if my own mother was still alive I'd never met your mom. I probably would be living in a rich house in Illinois, where I grew up. Heh... maybe I'd be married to a local girl, and have a ton of kids.
Hmm.
Know this; your mom is the most amazing person you'll ever meet. She's smart and beautiful, strong and has a better effect on people than I do. We were told, before we got married, that we were all wrong for each other. Your mom is book smart, prim, and proper. While I'm uh...the opposite. I'm a loud mouth, demanding, shoot first and ask questions later kind of guy. But when I met your mom, my whole world flipped upside down. I'm crazy in love with her.
And now I'm starting a family with her...
Wow...
I've never realized until now that... I do want to be your father. I want you to know that if you ever need anything, I'll be here; no matter what. I promise you I'll be the best father I can be for you. And don't worry about Evelyn; I know she's going to make a wonderful mother. You'll see...
You know, I can't wait until the next two weeks pass...
Hope to see you soon,
Your Father, Rick O'Connell
~*~
Evelyn's Prologue "A Letter from Mom"
My dearest little boy...or girl,
My name is Evelyn O'Connell, and I am to be your mother. I cannot believe you only have a few months before your father and I meet you at last. We've been waiting anxiously for your arrival and are very excited that we are to become a family.
At... least I believe so.
Yes, yes of course we are. Sorry dear, Mum's a bit over-anxious, not to mention nervous.
And I should be! I've never had a child before, so that gives me the right to be nervous. I also have the right to-
All right, Evelyn breathe. Deep breath... deep breath... I apologize again.
I'll admit it, but only to you.
I have never been more scared in my life. I mean, look at me; I'm shaking! Why is that? I don't want to shake! I don't want to be scared! I just want...
I just want a pickle covered in chocolate!
Grrr...
That's absolutely disgusting! I don't want- okay maybe I do.
Oh my god, I sound utterly ridiculous. I'm fine really! Honest, I am. It's just all standard procedure. Dr. Stevens assured us that I would be going through times like this, and by this I mean mood swings. If you didn't know better, you'd say I'm going mad. I assure you though, Mommies all right.
Mommy?
I get to be a mommy? Oh I can't believe it! Oh I...
I need some ice cream.
No, I don't. I am fine. I am Super Mom! Hear me roar! I- oh, my head.
Deep breath... In and out... all right, back to business.
As I was saying, I don't want to be scared or nervous. You deserve better than that. So, I am going to be brave. Like your father.
Yes, your father.
Rick O'Connell fears nothing! He's not scared! Why should I be? Why am I scared? I'll tell you why:
He's not the one having you.
I am.
Oh, for goodness sake, I'm just making myself a nervous wreak with all this nonsense. I'm just over reacting... again.
Heh... when I think about it, I have no idea what you look like. I don't know if you will be a boy or a girl, have brown eyes or blue, blond hair or black, or whose nose you'll end up with.
Preferably not mine.
But aside from all of that, I love you. I want to be with you. I want to watch you grow and mature, make good decisions and learn from the bad ones. And I know Rick does too.
I also want you to know, that we are here if you need us. Your dad and I want what's best for you. We want you to be the best you can be. Because we know you can do great things for yourself and others.
Remember that.
Hmm... what do you say we split that pickle?
Love you always, Evelyn O'Connell
~*~
What you are about to read is the Prologue to my story. It is a letter from each of the parents to be to their son to be. So, the story hasn't officially begun... yet. It will though, so don't worry. Have fun reading and I'll see you all on my next update.
Luv, Lady-Evie
***
Rick's Prologue "A Letter from Dad"
Hey kid,
Looking at the calendar on my dresser, I see you have two weeks left.
......That can't be right. There's no way that's right. The damn - er... silly calendar is just wrong. It hasn't been THAT long...has it? I just have the wrong month up. That's all.
Huh... the first thing you will learn from your dad: I am NEVER organized. That will get me good brownie points from your mom.
Then again your uncle Jonathan was in here last night. He probably changed it or something. Knowing him, he most likely did it to mess with my head; get me to have a meltdown three or four months early.
So what day is today? Let's see... May was your mom's birthday... and August was mine... add three months... oh shit!
I mean shoot! I mean... what do I mean?
Now, don't panic, O'Connell. You've been waiting for this day for um... god more mathematics... eight, no nine months. So there.
Oh great, I can see it now: A teacher will ask: "Tell us something about your father," and you'll say: "My dad talks to himself daily."
Hooray, more brownie points.
Okay, no need for that. I'm not scared of being your father!
All right, maybe a little...
Hmm... I wonder if Evelyn's scared. She's your mom, just so you know. She sure has been acting weird the last few months. Okay bad choice of words. She's been acting um... not as she normally acts.
Is it because you're on the way?
The doc says it's a standard thing. But tell me, what's so standard about the constant crying, morning sickness, and various mood swings? Hell, it was fine for a while, but you make the mom-to-be mad now, and she curses up a storm. She worst than me, and believe me, you can't get much worse than me.
And her stomach! God, I've never seen it so round. I remember when it used to be well... flat. That was before you came along. Don't get me wrong though! I like your mom's stomach. I just don't think she like it that it's swelled ten times its normal mass. Now, I'm no expert in the field of pregnancy, but will some one please tell me how you can fit into your mom's...uh... tummy?
Tummy? Am I using that word right?
I wonder who you will look more like. I hope you look more like Evelyn than me. Maybe you will have her eyes... yeah... and get stuck with my personality.
That'll be interesting.
I hope you like me. Evelyn's insists you will. But I'm not so sure; you'll probably take one look at me and scream, begging to be taken away and back into your mother's arms. I have that effect on people. It's because of my father.
Sorry, just had a blast from the past there.
I hated my father, and I'm sure he hated me too. I figure that's why he put me in that orphanage, because he didn't think I was worth anything. Boy, if Dad could see me now...
I'll try to different from him. We'll be like Evelyn's family, and not like mine. She and your uncle had it good; living with parents who loved them. It must have been wonderful...
Me, well, I have no idea what it was like. I never met my mother; I still wonder what she was like... I bet she was beautiful, like your mom... I always had dreams about her. What my life would have been like if she was there, I would always go in my own little place and try to picture what she looked like, what she would say, hell just the sound of her voice, that was I'll I wanted to hear.
You'll be luckier than me. You'll have Evelyn for a mom.
If I think about it though, I bet if my own mother was still alive I'd never met your mom. I probably would be living in a rich house in Illinois, where I grew up. Heh... maybe I'd be married to a local girl, and have a ton of kids.
Hmm.
Know this; your mom is the most amazing person you'll ever meet. She's smart and beautiful, strong and has a better effect on people than I do. We were told, before we got married, that we were all wrong for each other. Your mom is book smart, prim, and proper. While I'm uh...the opposite. I'm a loud mouth, demanding, shoot first and ask questions later kind of guy. But when I met your mom, my whole world flipped upside down. I'm crazy in love with her.
And now I'm starting a family with her...
Wow...
I've never realized until now that... I do want to be your father. I want you to know that if you ever need anything, I'll be here; no matter what. I promise you I'll be the best father I can be for you. And don't worry about Evelyn; I know she's going to make a wonderful mother. You'll see...
You know, I can't wait until the next two weeks pass...
Hope to see you soon,
Your Father, Rick O'Connell
~*~
Evelyn's Prologue "A Letter from Mom"
My dearest little boy...or girl,
My name is Evelyn O'Connell, and I am to be your mother. I cannot believe you only have a few months before your father and I meet you at last. We've been waiting anxiously for your arrival and are very excited that we are to become a family.
At... least I believe so.
Yes, yes of course we are. Sorry dear, Mum's a bit over-anxious, not to mention nervous.
And I should be! I've never had a child before, so that gives me the right to be nervous. I also have the right to-
All right, Evelyn breathe. Deep breath... deep breath... I apologize again.
I'll admit it, but only to you.
I have never been more scared in my life. I mean, look at me; I'm shaking! Why is that? I don't want to shake! I don't want to be scared! I just want...
I just want a pickle covered in chocolate!
Grrr...
That's absolutely disgusting! I don't want- okay maybe I do.
Oh my god, I sound utterly ridiculous. I'm fine really! Honest, I am. It's just all standard procedure. Dr. Stevens assured us that I would be going through times like this, and by this I mean mood swings. If you didn't know better, you'd say I'm going mad. I assure you though, Mommies all right.
Mommy?
I get to be a mommy? Oh I can't believe it! Oh I...
I need some ice cream.
No, I don't. I am fine. I am Super Mom! Hear me roar! I- oh, my head.
Deep breath... In and out... all right, back to business.
As I was saying, I don't want to be scared or nervous. You deserve better than that. So, I am going to be brave. Like your father.
Yes, your father.
Rick O'Connell fears nothing! He's not scared! Why should I be? Why am I scared? I'll tell you why:
He's not the one having you.
I am.
Oh, for goodness sake, I'm just making myself a nervous wreak with all this nonsense. I'm just over reacting... again.
Heh... when I think about it, I have no idea what you look like. I don't know if you will be a boy or a girl, have brown eyes or blue, blond hair or black, or whose nose you'll end up with.
Preferably not mine.
But aside from all of that, I love you. I want to be with you. I want to watch you grow and mature, make good decisions and learn from the bad ones. And I know Rick does too.
I also want you to know, that we are here if you need us. Your dad and I want what's best for you. We want you to be the best you can be. Because we know you can do great things for yourself and others.
Remember that.
Hmm... what do you say we split that pickle?
Love you always, Evelyn O'Connell
~*~