Lovelies! I'm sorry it's been a while, but school and all... Anyhoo, here is chapter 16! YAY! =D
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Warning: Suspension, and poorly described situations up ahead
Disclaimer: Still Victor's
Chapter 16: Cries of Silence
"Hey that's a head! Alright Ép Push!"
The café was stunned into silence for a moment.
"Already?" Combeferre spoke, his voice barely audible. "But, it should take hours shouldn't it?"
"Normally, but these little ones must be eager to make their appearance."
"They're probably nervous if they don't come soon." Grantaire mused.
"Whatever makes you say that?" Jehan asked, exasperated, the beauty of new life bringing forth so much poetry the little poet was becoming overwhelmed.
"Well, they've been listening to Enjolras for months now, they know what he'll do to them if they're late to a meeting."
Enjolras shook his head at his boyfriend. "Really Taire, I'm not that harsh."
"You made Pontmercy cry." Courfeyac added.
"I did not cry! It was dusty that night." Marius tried and failed to defend himself, but he was only met with pitied glances from Cosette and Musichetta and a smacked head from Courfeyac.
The group was brought back with Éponine's cries.
"You're doing great Ép, just push when I tell you." Joly spoke evenly, but Éponine wasn't listening.
"No, no, I'm not ready." She cried, shaking her head fiercely. "I'm not ready to be a mother, they can't come yet."
"Ép, you're more than ready to be a mother. It's all going to be ok." Combeferre cooed, kissing her brow.
"But I've only known villainy! I'm the daughter of a crook, a member of a gang, how can I raise two children?" She sobbed, burying her head into Combeferre's shirt.
"Ép, you are nothing, nothing, like your father or any of them. You broke away from them and you've found your real family. Ponine, you've not only played mother to a band of misfits, but you've raised Gavroche since infancy, and he's turned out ok,"
"I take offence to that!" Gavroche piped up from his place between Courfeyac and Grantaire. "You're going to be a marvelous mother, just you wait." He smiled when he felt her smile into his shirt.
"Ép, you're gonna be great, now I need you to push again." Joly commanded.
She screamed again, the boys trying to shout words of encouragement over her.
"I'm sorry!" She cried, falling back on the pillows.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, this looks bloody painful." Courfeyac commented, earning a smack from Jehan.
"You're almost there Ép, just a couple more!" Joly cried enthusiastically. Feuilly, who was really being a good sport through all of this for he had paled significantly, nodded along as well.
"If you're lying JoLIIIIIII!"
"That's it Ép! Almost there!"
She screamed once more, but this time another cry followed.
A infant's wail filled the café.
"Quick! The scissors!" Joly demanded.
Feuilly held the screaming infant as Joly cut the umbilical chord. In a matter of moments, Joly had managed to clean the baby and Feuilly had (quite impresivley) swaddled it in the Musain blanket.
"Well, what the hell is it? I want to collect!" Bahorel, who burst through the doors only moments before, shouted.
"Ép, Ferre, you have a healthy baby boy."
The café was breathless and the cries filled the room. Feuilly had handed the baby to Combeferre (who was just shy of blubbering.), who cradled the child expertly.
"Hello little one." He cooed, waving his finger in the infant's face as all adults seem to do.
"Ép, we have a little boy." Combeferre breathed, his heart swelling to new sizes as he knelt by his love's side to show her their creation.
"Ferre, he's gonna look like you." She whispered, stroking her finger across the baby's cheek.
"Well don't we all hope that doesn't happen." Courfeyac joked, earning yet another smack from Bahorel.
"Alright Ép, next one's coming." Joly spoke, wiping his own tear away at the touching scene.
Again the café was filled with Éponine's cries, but something far worse followed.
Silence…utter silence. Joly had paled significantly, "Merde." He whispered, while Feuilly crossed himself. Combeferre was ready to scream.
"What the hell is wrong?" He choked.
"What aren't they crying?" Éponine sobbed, becoming hysterical, causing Jehan to move forward and take the squirming baby from Combeferre's arms.
"The umbilical chord, its," Joly couldn't finish his sentence for sirens began blaring outside.
Combeferre snapped into action, he moved to where Joly and Feuilly were and took the scissors from Feuilly's hands. Placing them in his back pocket, he carefully unwrapped the chord from the child's neck. Once free, he took the scissors and cut the child from its mother and quickly wrapped it into blanket being held out by Musichetta (Éponine would have marveled at skill and utter awe of her fiancé's ways, but she had finally passed out from everything that had happened.). Moving towards the door, Combeferre barked out an order,
"Someone drive Éponine and our son to the hospital, follow the ambulance."
Before anyone could ask where he was going, he slammed through the door, his child balanced carefully in his arms. He pushed open the door with such force, he nearly knocked the entering paramedic over in the process.
"Sir, is everything…" He didn't get to finish his statement.
"You are going to turn around, get the ambulance crew ready and take us to the hospital because if there is a God above, we will save my daughter's life."
Happy with the genders? I'm sorry if you aren't, but I just felt it was right :) (Especially with the last scene and what I might do with the names.)
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Until then Lovelies!