this is very short but quite powerful

Edward ran and ran, not knowing where he was going or caring where he ended up. He couldn't take this world anymore and he was in so much pain. Not only from his heart breaking but the deep pain in his stomach was becoming too much to bear. He leaned against a tree and put his hand over his stomach, trying to ease the pain. He was crying so hard that he didn't even have the strength to pull away, he just sank to the ground to his knees. As he hit the ground, it was as if a rushing waterfall exploded and he felt wetness come out from below him. He immediately stopped crying and looked down in complete shock. He didn't know what was happening when the pains started again and he leaned over to his hands and knees, gripping the ground hard. He hissed, trying to take the pain. He had gone through so much more than this when he was captured and he was fine. Another pain ripped through him and a muted yelp tried escape, but was only accompanied by more pain.

It suddenly dawned on him what was happening to him and he looked around in fear. He had no idea what to do. Shou Tucker didn't tell him how he was supposed to deliver! My luck will just like Maes said and I will explode! he yelled in his head, trying to stand back up to at least get to a more comfortable spot. Not that there was a comfortable spot in the middle of winter or in the process of giving birth when there could or could not be a way out other than to burst through his stomach.

Edward decided on a small length of grass at the edge of the park and went behind the bushes that was next to a bench. He walked slowly, trying not to jar his stomach and cause anymore pain, and finally got to the back of the bench. He felt it coming then, the urge to push. He tried to hold it in (which he knew was impossible) and grabbed a hold of the back of the bench. He shakily unlatched his pants and let them drop along with his underwear and grabbed hold of the bench with his other hand, the urge to push hitting him like a ton of bricks. He squatted and pushed as hard as he could. He could feel a child drop into place, but he didn't push hard enough and the baby stopped coming. The pain was intensified by thirty as the contractions began to get closer and closer, the urge to push faster and faster.

He eventually made it to the ground, where he laid with his back against the back of the bench and slid his fingers through the gap between the back and the seat of the bench. He braced his heels into the dirt and breathed heavily, waiting for the next urge to push to come. He knew this one was going to be the make or break of his body in the literal sense. He truly had no idea what was going to happen, where the children were going to come, and how it was going to be done. Edward decided that if he died, he would be happy with that. At least he wouldn't be in a world of horrible people anymore and if Roy was gone, no one would miss him.

No one would miss a little creepy kid like me… a kid who got himself into this situation… It's better this way…

The urge to push came and he tightened his grip on the bench, giving in to the notion.

Edward was exhausted and half dead. He didn't explode (to his chagrin) but he knew that the children were out of him. How, he wasn't sure, but they were out. The problem was that he didn't hear any crying. He couldn't think straight anyway, so he wasn't sure if it was just him or if the children were dead…

Trying to gain some sort of semblance of the situation, Edward willed his fingers to unpry themselves from the back of the bench and he put his hands on the ground to push himself up. He leaned forward and looked down. His eyesight was getting a bit fuzzy but he shook his head and looked at the three tiny bodies in a slight heap between his legs. He put his hand on the chest of one of them and waited.

No heartbeat.

Edward breathed in and slowly picked it up, setting it aside. He did the same with the next one and the same thing happened. Tears were pouring down his face as he reached for the last child. I've failed! I can't even harbor a child the way I'm supposed to! I should have never been born myself! he thought as he silently cried, touching the chest of the last child. This time, though, he felt the tiniest of flutters. He sniffled and felt again. He wasn't dreaming! It was the faintest of heartbeats!

Edward gathered the child up and closed his legs, setting it on them and bent down, giving the baby two deep breaths and then doing a small compression on the chest. That small bit of influence seemed to cue the baby to breathe and a glorious cry let out. Edward wanted to cry out as well but he was still in rough shape. He reached over to the other two but realized that they were beyond saving, their bodies blue from asphyxiation. He wished he could have done more but the child in his arms, a little girl, was safe. She was breathing and alive…

Fatigue overtook Edward as he made his way to the cold ground, holding his baby girl close to him. I've done everything I can for you… I tried… I really did… I'm so sorry I can't be something better for you. He wiggled around to get his jacket off and then laid it across the two of them, hoping to at least use his body to keep her warm if nothing else.

Maybe someone would save her; have the heart to keep a little baby, even if that meant they would leave him to rot in the park. At least the baby would be cared for and he would be out of his misery. She doesn't need a daddy like me… nobody needs a kid like me…

still not over. sorry that these keep ending like the story is over but there's still some more stuff to come. and those poor babies. you tried as best as you could, ed and that's all that matters.

will someone find him? will they take the baby and leave him or care for him too? at least friggin take him to the hospital or something before you up and take the kid, right?