Part Eleven: Déjà Vu
Rated: T
With a strange sense of Déjà Vu it began. Two minutes of horrible pain were now stretched over eighteen hours, except there was no pillow to bite to muffle her screams.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" she screamed at him.
"YOU JUMPED ME!" he yelled back, just to keep her mind preoccupied. And then he was hit over the head, by Cooper's girlfriend, with a waffle iron, no less who ordered, "Dontcha yell at her!"
Although by then he was on pain medication for his leg and thus couldn't feel the hairline fractures in his skull.
Sixteen and a half hours in it was time for the actual birth.
"C'mon Gwen!" Everyone encouraged, "You can do this!"
"YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE? FUCK YOU! THIS HURTS LIKE HELL!"
They, much to her fury, laughed at the ironic echo.
But anger gave her the needed strength and endurance, if only so she could get up and kill them, to complete the task.
Devlin entered the world, completely silent but he stretched and yawned as if telling them, "Okay, I'm out; now let me sleep…"
He stayed silent as he was poked and prodded, although he did seem to become annoyed as time went on and they didn't leave him alone. He was passed to his mother and simply nuzzled to her chest, requesting his first meal silently as well. Once full he merely burped, on his own, and then yawned again, going to sleep.
Gwen looked to Kevin, "You wanna hold him?"
He hesitated.
"You'll do fine," she assured him, passing over the child.
Devlin opened his eyes tiredly, wanting to see who had him this time. The heart beat sounded familiar. Oh, this was the person called "Dad". He yawned once more and closed his eyes again.
"Such an odd child…"