Hello, hello! Sorry for taking so long on updating this. I've been thinking
about what should happen next. I slept on it for a few days and came up
with this chapter. Please forgive me for errors in typing or calling it
England Hospital when it should be London Hospital. Scary thing is... I'm
not blonde! Likewise for this chapter too. Any problems, questions, ect.
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Oh, and FYI, Evelyn goes to a local doctor's house to get her check up, not any hospital, ok? So, please try not to get confused by that. Please review! Luv you guys lots!
Lady Evie
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"Enjoying it While He Can"
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(Seven Months Ago)
"You know, I'd swear that carpet is shrinking."
I halted instantly. Slowly I turned to face my crazy brother-in-law, who sat calmly in a nearby chair. Lighting flashed outside the window behind him, telling us a bad storm was heading our way.
"How can you be so calm?" I asked.
"How can you be so nervous?" he countered. "Honest to God man, you can save her from a resurrected mummy, but you can't let her get a check-up without wearing a hole in the floor." At this comment, I glanced at the floor on which I stood. Sure enough, a small faint circle was forming.
"I can't stop worrying." I muttered. Jonathan sighed and ushered me over to the chair next to his. I sat down and placed my head in my hands. "You think she's okay?"
"Undoubtedly." He said simply, patting my knee. "Keep your chin up, old- boy. Evie's a strong bat. She'll most-likely walk through that door smiling a crooked smile and licking a red lollypop." He stood up and stretched. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to see what sort of drinks the good doc carries." With that he waltzed out of the living room.
I looked at the clock. An hour; a full hour and not one sound at all. I stared up at the ceiling.
"I swear, I'm gonna put a hole through the door." I said to no one in particular.
"I'll put that on your bill also."
Nearly falling out of my seat, I jumped up and met eyes with the doc. An older man, with thinning white hair and a clipboard. I gave him an apologetic smile. Nice one, O'Connell.
"You the husband?" he asked accenting his vowels the way all Brits do.
"Yeah, that'd be me." I said sincerely. "Married two years, and counting."
"Congratulations." He shrugged, looking at the clipboard he was carring.
Ooh, this just keeps getting better by the minute.
"I have your wife's diagnosis, and I asked if she would like to explain it to you or if she wanted me to." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his large nose. "She'll see you now."
Not wasting another second, I nearly flew to into the small room and quickly spotted Evelyn sitting on one on those bedlike tables. She didn't see me at first, but when our eyes met, I knew something was not right.
At the sight of me her eyes softened, and she held out her arms reaching out to me. I was there at once holding her, and rubbing her back gently. After a moment, I pulled away and looked her over.
"Did you miss me?" she whispered dreamily.
"Only... a lot." I kissed her forehead, and swallowed hard. "So, what; the flu?"
She shook her head.
"A bug?"
She shook her head again.
"Something you ate?"
Again with the head shaking.
I was running out of ideas. What the hell was wrong with her? She couldn't have some foreign deadly disease, could she? No, that wasn't an option.
"Rick, darling..."
Maybe it was an allergic reaction to something? Dust? Her cat?
"...I have something I want to tell you..."
But what if it were some life alternating disease? What if she had only a few months left to live?! What if-what if-?
"...I'm expecting."
What if... she's expecting! Huh? Expecting? Expecting what?
"Expecting what?" I gave her a bewildered look.
"...a baby?" She said slowly as if speaking to a two year-old.
It took my mind a full minute to process what she had just said. She was having a baby. She was having a baby. Oh shit! She was having a baby!!
Unbeknownst to me, I had said nothing for two minutes.
"You're not happy." She whispered, but I didn't hear her. "You don't want a baby, do you?!" She jumped off the table and stormed out of the room; I, however, was completely unaware of what just happened. My mind chose this moment to react.
"We're going to have a baby?!" I said happily to the empty room. When all I got in return was an echo, I realized she was no longer in the room.
"I must say, that was quite a performance, O'Connell." Jonathan's voice echoed throughout the room. I looked over and saw him standing in the doorway. "Can't wait until the sequel is released."
Uh-oh...
"Oh, shit. Did I just-?"
He nodded. "She'll never let you forget it, you know."
"Shove it John. Tell me where she went."
"I'm only her brother, mate."
I sighed and grabbed my coat as I stormed out into the pouring rain after my thick-headed wife.
*
"Sorry, Mr. O'Connell, haven't seen 'er since Tuesday."
"That's okay, kid. Just do me a favor and keep an eye out for her."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, and Jacks?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Don't call me sir; you make me feel like your dad."
"Yes, Mr. O'Connell."
I sighed and pulled my jacket closer around my waist as I watched the young teen head home. I was tired, cold, and hungry, but that was the least of my problems. Evelyn had been missing for over 3 hours, and no one had seen or heard from her.
If she was trying to scare me, it was working.
I felt as though any minute I would collapse right here on 42nd Street in the middle of rush hour traffic. Luckily though, I saw a nearby empty bench, and the moment I landed on the thing, I was out like a light.
*
I felt my hand grab my head but I didn't open my eyes. Instead I listened for any audible sounds of the streets. Surprisingly, I heard none. I felt something, though. I was warm and felt pretty comfortable. I think it was because I was surrounded by something; a blanket maybe? I laid my arm back down and it landed on a soft surface; a bed. Yes, I was definitely in a bed. My bed. After squinting a few times to get adjusted to the light I chose this time to open my eyes.
The first thing I saw was that it was morning and I was, in fact, surrounded by blankets. But that wasn't the only thing that surrounded me. I quickly became fully alert as I stared at Evelyn, who was laying in the bed with me, both of us only half dressed. She had her arms wrapped around my waist, and her face snuggled into my other arm. She was sound asleep, lightly breathing.
Was it all a dream?
Using my free arm, I wiped a stray loose hair from her eyes. She only continued sleeping peacefully. I wanted so bad to do nothing, except watch her. But I had to find out for sure what had gone on yesterday.
"Sweetheart," I whispered. She let out a quiet groan and her grip tightened around my waist. Again, she was still. I nudged my arm against her forehead. "Baby, wake up. We need to talk."
At this comment, he eyes creaked open and stared up at me. I held back a chuckled as she whined something about not getting enough sleep and reburied her face in my arm.
I later learned from her brother that she had been home all this time. Apparently, she needed what she called an 'alone time,' so she came back to the house to spend time locked up in our room. Jonathan had reported to her that I hadn't come back so she went out looking for me. "She was more scared than angry." John had said. "She was ready to be a loving and forgiving couple again. Please. Funny isn't it; those hormones?"
"Just a few more hours..." she was saying. I sighed and was about to let her sleep more. But suddenly she snapped up, jumped out of bed, and bolted for the bathroom door. Upon entering she slammed it shut. I didn't bother to get up though; I knew what she was doing.
A minute later, vomiting sounds emerged from the bathroom, and I groaned as I got up from the bed slowly and walked over to the closed and most likely locked door. I gave it a small knock.
"Honey?" I asked.
"Go away!" She shrieked.
So much for the loving and forgiving couple.
"Evie, come on. Open up."
"I said go away! This is my problem, not yours!"
"I'm the father!" I shouted.
"Technically." She mumbled. More vomiting sounds.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that just because your are the father, doesn't mean you have to be!"
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"I know you, Rick O'Connell! You don't want to be the father!" She was near tears.
"I never said that!"
"No, your right. You didn't say anything!"
"I was in shock!" I blurted. "Incase you haven't noticed, I'm not "Dad of the Year" material here! I was afraid that-" Oops, I said too much.
"You were afraid that what?"
Okay, new strategy. Make her curious.
"Nothing, forget it." I said simply. I pulled a shirt over my head and began walking downstairs, waiting for her to follow. Sure enough, the bathroom door squeaked, just like it always did when someone opened it.
When I had reached the bottom step, I casually looked up the stairs and saw her wearing a thin white robe that curved in all the right places. She was nervously twiddling her thumbs and looking at the floor. When she gazed up at me, I gave her a cocky smile and proceeded to the kitchen.
I heard her loud footfalls on the stairs but paid no attention. Opening the cabinet, I helped myself to a drink.
My back was turned, but I knew she was behind me. Especially, when I heard her speak.
"Rick?" she whispered timidly.
"Uh-huh?" I said casually.
"We need to talk."
"Well, now there's a good idea."
She was fumbling with her robe belt and mumbling something to herself as I turned towards her. I rolled my eyes and she cleared her throat.
"I need to know..." She tried. "What I'm wondering is... do you...?" At this point she hesitated. I took a long sip of my bourbon.
"What? Do I what?" I asked wiping my mouth. That had hit the spot.
She bit her lip. Apparently, this wasn't easy for her.
"Do you... want this?" she said finally. I cocked my head to the side.
Adding sarcasm I inquired: "Want what? Oh, you mean the...?" I pointed to her stomach and she nodded. "You mean I get a say in this?"
"You are the father," she offered smiling.
"Technically."
Her face grew red. "What's that supposed to mean?" I glanced to her side and noticed her fists turning white. Suddenly, however, she smiled wickedly.
"Oh, I get it. You're scared."
What?
"What?"
She turned back around and began humming to herself. Once again, the tables had turned.
"Obviously, you can't handle the responsibility of parenthood." She giggled. "It is rather pathetic, don't you agree?"
"I can too handle it!" I nearly shouted.
"Well then show me." She grabbed a cushion from one of the dinning room chairs and sat it on the table. "This..." she said pointing, "...is the baby. It's crying; what do you do?"
"Easy, calm it down."
She laughed. "All right then, proceed dad." Abruptly, she screamed and started wailing like a baby. She screeched and hollered and cried.
"Quit it!" I yelled and covered my deafening ears. "Stop screaming!!"
"What's wrong, Rick!? I'm a baby and I need you! What are you going to do about it!?" She squealed. "Riiiiiiiiiiiiick!!!!"
"SHUT UP!!" I bellowed.
Instantly, she stopped. Jonathan took this time to walk in the kitchen and gave up both odd look and whistled.
"Sorry, am I interrupting?" He grabbed my bottle of bourbon and took a long swig. He then sighed contently and leaned on the counter.
"We... were just talking." Evelyn said quietly. She began fidgeting again and her shoulders fell.
"About?" he inquired taking another gulp.
"About the finer points of fatherhood." I said. "I think I'm gonna need all the help I can get to understand this dad thing." I smiled at Evelyn.
She slowly got it. "You mean...?" she asked hopefully. I nodded.
"Yeah, I figure if I can handle being married to you, I can handle being a dad, no sweat."
"Oh Rick!" She was by me in an instant, hugging me and kissing me. "I promise you, you'll be a great father, you'll see. Oh, well have to get a baby shower together, buy new clothes, oh! And we have to remodel the guest room!"
She continued speaking at the speed of sound while I could only smile and nod. She kissed me again and then headed to the living room talking about calling everyone we know. I only sighed and poured me another glass of bourbon.
"You have no idea what you just did, do you?" I heard Jonathan ask.
"I made her the happiest woman in the world?" I guessed. He chuckled, clanked our glasses together, and swallowed the last of his in one gulp.
"Far from it, my good son. Very far from it."
~*~
Oh, and FYI, Evelyn goes to a local doctor's house to get her check up, not any hospital, ok? So, please try not to get confused by that. Please review! Luv you guys lots!
Lady Evie
~*~
"Enjoying it While He Can"
~*~
(Seven Months Ago)
"You know, I'd swear that carpet is shrinking."
I halted instantly. Slowly I turned to face my crazy brother-in-law, who sat calmly in a nearby chair. Lighting flashed outside the window behind him, telling us a bad storm was heading our way.
"How can you be so calm?" I asked.
"How can you be so nervous?" he countered. "Honest to God man, you can save her from a resurrected mummy, but you can't let her get a check-up without wearing a hole in the floor." At this comment, I glanced at the floor on which I stood. Sure enough, a small faint circle was forming.
"I can't stop worrying." I muttered. Jonathan sighed and ushered me over to the chair next to his. I sat down and placed my head in my hands. "You think she's okay?"
"Undoubtedly." He said simply, patting my knee. "Keep your chin up, old- boy. Evie's a strong bat. She'll most-likely walk through that door smiling a crooked smile and licking a red lollypop." He stood up and stretched. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to see what sort of drinks the good doc carries." With that he waltzed out of the living room.
I looked at the clock. An hour; a full hour and not one sound at all. I stared up at the ceiling.
"I swear, I'm gonna put a hole through the door." I said to no one in particular.
"I'll put that on your bill also."
Nearly falling out of my seat, I jumped up and met eyes with the doc. An older man, with thinning white hair and a clipboard. I gave him an apologetic smile. Nice one, O'Connell.
"You the husband?" he asked accenting his vowels the way all Brits do.
"Yeah, that'd be me." I said sincerely. "Married two years, and counting."
"Congratulations." He shrugged, looking at the clipboard he was carring.
Ooh, this just keeps getting better by the minute.
"I have your wife's diagnosis, and I asked if she would like to explain it to you or if she wanted me to." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his large nose. "She'll see you now."
Not wasting another second, I nearly flew to into the small room and quickly spotted Evelyn sitting on one on those bedlike tables. She didn't see me at first, but when our eyes met, I knew something was not right.
At the sight of me her eyes softened, and she held out her arms reaching out to me. I was there at once holding her, and rubbing her back gently. After a moment, I pulled away and looked her over.
"Did you miss me?" she whispered dreamily.
"Only... a lot." I kissed her forehead, and swallowed hard. "So, what; the flu?"
She shook her head.
"A bug?"
She shook her head again.
"Something you ate?"
Again with the head shaking.
I was running out of ideas. What the hell was wrong with her? She couldn't have some foreign deadly disease, could she? No, that wasn't an option.
"Rick, darling..."
Maybe it was an allergic reaction to something? Dust? Her cat?
"...I have something I want to tell you..."
But what if it were some life alternating disease? What if she had only a few months left to live?! What if-what if-?
"...I'm expecting."
What if... she's expecting! Huh? Expecting? Expecting what?
"Expecting what?" I gave her a bewildered look.
"...a baby?" She said slowly as if speaking to a two year-old.
It took my mind a full minute to process what she had just said. She was having a baby. She was having a baby. Oh shit! She was having a baby!!
Unbeknownst to me, I had said nothing for two minutes.
"You're not happy." She whispered, but I didn't hear her. "You don't want a baby, do you?!" She jumped off the table and stormed out of the room; I, however, was completely unaware of what just happened. My mind chose this moment to react.
"We're going to have a baby?!" I said happily to the empty room. When all I got in return was an echo, I realized she was no longer in the room.
"I must say, that was quite a performance, O'Connell." Jonathan's voice echoed throughout the room. I looked over and saw him standing in the doorway. "Can't wait until the sequel is released."
Uh-oh...
"Oh, shit. Did I just-?"
He nodded. "She'll never let you forget it, you know."
"Shove it John. Tell me where she went."
"I'm only her brother, mate."
I sighed and grabbed my coat as I stormed out into the pouring rain after my thick-headed wife.
*
"Sorry, Mr. O'Connell, haven't seen 'er since Tuesday."
"That's okay, kid. Just do me a favor and keep an eye out for her."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, and Jacks?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Don't call me sir; you make me feel like your dad."
"Yes, Mr. O'Connell."
I sighed and pulled my jacket closer around my waist as I watched the young teen head home. I was tired, cold, and hungry, but that was the least of my problems. Evelyn had been missing for over 3 hours, and no one had seen or heard from her.
If she was trying to scare me, it was working.
I felt as though any minute I would collapse right here on 42nd Street in the middle of rush hour traffic. Luckily though, I saw a nearby empty bench, and the moment I landed on the thing, I was out like a light.
*
I felt my hand grab my head but I didn't open my eyes. Instead I listened for any audible sounds of the streets. Surprisingly, I heard none. I felt something, though. I was warm and felt pretty comfortable. I think it was because I was surrounded by something; a blanket maybe? I laid my arm back down and it landed on a soft surface; a bed. Yes, I was definitely in a bed. My bed. After squinting a few times to get adjusted to the light I chose this time to open my eyes.
The first thing I saw was that it was morning and I was, in fact, surrounded by blankets. But that wasn't the only thing that surrounded me. I quickly became fully alert as I stared at Evelyn, who was laying in the bed with me, both of us only half dressed. She had her arms wrapped around my waist, and her face snuggled into my other arm. She was sound asleep, lightly breathing.
Was it all a dream?
Using my free arm, I wiped a stray loose hair from her eyes. She only continued sleeping peacefully. I wanted so bad to do nothing, except watch her. But I had to find out for sure what had gone on yesterday.
"Sweetheart," I whispered. She let out a quiet groan and her grip tightened around my waist. Again, she was still. I nudged my arm against her forehead. "Baby, wake up. We need to talk."
At this comment, he eyes creaked open and stared up at me. I held back a chuckled as she whined something about not getting enough sleep and reburied her face in my arm.
I later learned from her brother that she had been home all this time. Apparently, she needed what she called an 'alone time,' so she came back to the house to spend time locked up in our room. Jonathan had reported to her that I hadn't come back so she went out looking for me. "She was more scared than angry." John had said. "She was ready to be a loving and forgiving couple again. Please. Funny isn't it; those hormones?"
"Just a few more hours..." she was saying. I sighed and was about to let her sleep more. But suddenly she snapped up, jumped out of bed, and bolted for the bathroom door. Upon entering she slammed it shut. I didn't bother to get up though; I knew what she was doing.
A minute later, vomiting sounds emerged from the bathroom, and I groaned as I got up from the bed slowly and walked over to the closed and most likely locked door. I gave it a small knock.
"Honey?" I asked.
"Go away!" She shrieked.
So much for the loving and forgiving couple.
"Evie, come on. Open up."
"I said go away! This is my problem, not yours!"
"I'm the father!" I shouted.
"Technically." She mumbled. More vomiting sounds.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that just because your are the father, doesn't mean you have to be!"
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"I know you, Rick O'Connell! You don't want to be the father!" She was near tears.
"I never said that!"
"No, your right. You didn't say anything!"
"I was in shock!" I blurted. "Incase you haven't noticed, I'm not "Dad of the Year" material here! I was afraid that-" Oops, I said too much.
"You were afraid that what?"
Okay, new strategy. Make her curious.
"Nothing, forget it." I said simply. I pulled a shirt over my head and began walking downstairs, waiting for her to follow. Sure enough, the bathroom door squeaked, just like it always did when someone opened it.
When I had reached the bottom step, I casually looked up the stairs and saw her wearing a thin white robe that curved in all the right places. She was nervously twiddling her thumbs and looking at the floor. When she gazed up at me, I gave her a cocky smile and proceeded to the kitchen.
I heard her loud footfalls on the stairs but paid no attention. Opening the cabinet, I helped myself to a drink.
My back was turned, but I knew she was behind me. Especially, when I heard her speak.
"Rick?" she whispered timidly.
"Uh-huh?" I said casually.
"We need to talk."
"Well, now there's a good idea."
She was fumbling with her robe belt and mumbling something to herself as I turned towards her. I rolled my eyes and she cleared her throat.
"I need to know..." She tried. "What I'm wondering is... do you...?" At this point she hesitated. I took a long sip of my bourbon.
"What? Do I what?" I asked wiping my mouth. That had hit the spot.
She bit her lip. Apparently, this wasn't easy for her.
"Do you... want this?" she said finally. I cocked my head to the side.
Adding sarcasm I inquired: "Want what? Oh, you mean the...?" I pointed to her stomach and she nodded. "You mean I get a say in this?"
"You are the father," she offered smiling.
"Technically."
Her face grew red. "What's that supposed to mean?" I glanced to her side and noticed her fists turning white. Suddenly, however, she smiled wickedly.
"Oh, I get it. You're scared."
What?
"What?"
She turned back around and began humming to herself. Once again, the tables had turned.
"Obviously, you can't handle the responsibility of parenthood." She giggled. "It is rather pathetic, don't you agree?"
"I can too handle it!" I nearly shouted.
"Well then show me." She grabbed a cushion from one of the dinning room chairs and sat it on the table. "This..." she said pointing, "...is the baby. It's crying; what do you do?"
"Easy, calm it down."
She laughed. "All right then, proceed dad." Abruptly, she screamed and started wailing like a baby. She screeched and hollered and cried.
"Quit it!" I yelled and covered my deafening ears. "Stop screaming!!"
"What's wrong, Rick!? I'm a baby and I need you! What are you going to do about it!?" She squealed. "Riiiiiiiiiiiiick!!!!"
"SHUT UP!!" I bellowed.
Instantly, she stopped. Jonathan took this time to walk in the kitchen and gave up both odd look and whistled.
"Sorry, am I interrupting?" He grabbed my bottle of bourbon and took a long swig. He then sighed contently and leaned on the counter.
"We... were just talking." Evelyn said quietly. She began fidgeting again and her shoulders fell.
"About?" he inquired taking another gulp.
"About the finer points of fatherhood." I said. "I think I'm gonna need all the help I can get to understand this dad thing." I smiled at Evelyn.
She slowly got it. "You mean...?" she asked hopefully. I nodded.
"Yeah, I figure if I can handle being married to you, I can handle being a dad, no sweat."
"Oh Rick!" She was by me in an instant, hugging me and kissing me. "I promise you, you'll be a great father, you'll see. Oh, well have to get a baby shower together, buy new clothes, oh! And we have to remodel the guest room!"
She continued speaking at the speed of sound while I could only smile and nod. She kissed me again and then headed to the living room talking about calling everyone we know. I only sighed and poured me another glass of bourbon.
"You have no idea what you just did, do you?" I heard Jonathan ask.
"I made her the happiest woman in the world?" I guessed. He chuckled, clanked our glasses together, and swallowed the last of his in one gulp.
"Far from it, my good son. Very far from it."
~*~