Elias remained at Pamela's side, sullen, wondering where the lovely girl had gone in this fat, sweating pig who screamed while giving birth.
The doctor gasped in horror as the baby came out. He held the child gingerly, his eyes wide with fear.
"What is it? What is it?" Pamela cried out.
The doctor passed the baby to the nurse, whose eyes whipped up in horror at the doctor, before taking the baby away from him.
"It's a boy," the doctor said in a strange voice.
"A boy," she said. She looked over at her husband. "We have a son."
Elias nodded curtly. Yes, they had a son, unfortunately.
"What's wrong with him?" Elias said.
Pamela's face paled. She gripped Elias's hand, digging her nails in. He winced, but didn't move away.
"He's a Mongoloid," the doctor said, with an apologetic glance at Pamela. "His features seem to be misshapened."
Pamela gasped, tightening her grip on Elias's hand. "Is he healthy otherwise?"
"Yes, he seems to be healthy," the nurse said, finishing up her initial bathing and tests on Elias. "All of his tests are normal."
"Can I see him?" Pamela said, letting go of Elias, her arms reaching out for the baby.
The nurse looked at the doctor. He nodded. She handed the bundle to the mother. She took it, and looked down. She smiled down at him.
"Look at our son," she said, her voice full of love.
It took everything in Elias not to jump away from the baby. It was the ugliest baby he had ever seen in his life. It might have been the ugliest baby in all of creation. His features were asymmetrical. One of his eyes bulged out. Elias couldn't understand how Pamela wasn't throwing the baby away from her in panic or terror. But she wasn't. She wasn't staring at the monstrous thing with a look of utter adoration on her face.
"We'll call him Jason," she said. "Jason Voorhees."