'2-D, where did you run of to now?' Noodle thought to herself, waddling down the hall to the kitchen, side-stepping her trike that was in the middle of the hallway. She looked down at it and laughed, remembering zooming all over the studio on it, the time she smashed in to Murdoc, nearly breaking his leg. It hadn't been touched in eight years, it just sat there collecting dust. The little demons that ran around KONG didn't even touch it.
Noodle made her way to the kitchen door, her belly bumping in to it ever so slightly, she looked down, it was swollen to the size of a beach ball. She couldn't believe eight and a half months had gone by just like that. They had gotten the results from the doctors about the baby's gender, but Noodle had tossed the envelope out of the Geep without opening. Laughing at 2-D's disappointed face, she knew he'd wanted to know, "2-D-san, don't you think it would be more fun not to peek? Then it would be a surprise," She told him, grabbing his hand. He sighed and said, "I guess so, love"
She pushed the kitchen door open and stepped inside, scanning the room for 2-D. She let out a frustrated moan and shuffled to the fridge, in search of some orange juice. Noodle hunched down to grab the carton out of the door and felt a jerk in her stomach, she straightened up, laughing. "Now, now, little one. Calm down," She said in Japanese. Getting a glass of juice turned out to be harder work than she had imagined. She couldn't quite reach the cupboard the glasses were kept in, not even standing on her tippy-toes.
Noodle looked for the footstool, but couldn't find it, so she settled for drinking straight from the carton, imagining the look on Russel's face if he could see her doing this. She giggled, picturing the man's face scrunched up in disgust. Noodle had never been one for drinking from the carton, but this seemed like an acceptation. She took a swig and felt another kick in her stomach, which made her laugh and at the same time, spew orange juice out of her mouth and nose. "Kami! Mommy told you to stop doing that, especially when I'm eating," She said, remembering the dinner incident from last week. The baby had kicked so hard that she vomited pizza all over 2-D's lap, she shuddered at the thought of it.
Noodle grabbed a hand towel from the counter and cleaned up the mess on the table and wiped her chin off. She couldn't wait to get this baby out of stomach, it would be nice to be able to sleep on her belly again, and of course, she would love to hold her baby. But she hated having it inside her. Looking over at the fridge, she noticed she had a doctor's appointment the following day. When she got up to leave the room, she pulled the bright orange paper off the fridge and brought it with her back to her room.
The next morning was a hectic one, Noodle's alarm hadn't gone off, so she woke up with half an hour to get to the doctors. She rushed as fast as she could to 2-D's room to wake him and Murdoc and they were soon speeding off the clinic. Murdoc almost ran over a woman pushing a stroller across the street and managed to get them pulled over two blocks from the clinic for making a U-turn in the middle of the road because Noodle had given him wrong directions. So 2-D pulled his pregnant wife from the Geep and walked her to the clinic while Murdoc was questioned by a very angry looking policeman.
"'Ello, sorry we're late, had a bit of a rough start this morning," 2-D told the receptionist, rubbing his hand together anxiously. The women behind the counter looked as though she could care less. "Name, please," she asked in a dull, bored tone. Noodle went to sit down on one of the chairs while 2-D gave the receptionist all of her Noodle's information. She picked up a magazine, a baby was being held up by his too-happy looking mother. Noodle flipped through the pages, finding none of the articles interesting and waited for her name to be called.
Ten minutes later, the two of them traipsed off into the back of the building and into a small check-up room. A friendly looking nurse took Noodle's temperature and pulse, telling her she was in perfect condition. Noodle almost cried when she was asked to step up to the scale. She weighed in at 150, thirty five pounds more than she normally weighed. Then the doctor walked in, leading Noodle to another room, asking her the exact some questions the nurse had. Noodle was given an ultra sound of the baby's heartbeat. To her, it was the best part of the trip, she got to hear the baby, this tiny thing that was living inside her. For this, she was proud to bear this child.
Once everything had been checked over, the doctor allowed her to leave, telling her if there were any problems, to give him a call. They met Murdoc in the parking lot, the back of the Geep filled with brown paper bags that Noodle suspected were full of alcohol. 2-D helped her in and took the seat up front. Noodle moved some of the bags around so she could sit comfortably. "Murdoc-san, why do you need this much alcohol?" she asked in an annoyed tone. Murdoc laughed, "S'not alcohol, love. It's things for you" Noodle peeked inside the bags, they were all filled with groceries, fruits and vegetables. Noodle never really liked such things, but she felt obliged to eat them, not for her, but for her baby.
Once home, Noodle made her way up to her room a and carefully laid down, falling into a deep state of slumber. She was awoken hours later by wetness. She sat up, her entire bed was soaked. "How the hell…?" she questioned herself. She got an answer from her stomach. It wasn't pain, just a strange feeling. Right then, she knew what was going on.
"2-D-SAN!!" she shouted, stuggling to get out of bed. She could hear 2-D's thundering footsteps as he ran up the stairwell and burst into her room. "Noodle, love…ya okay?" he panted. "It is time, 2-D-san. We have to go now!!" 2-D perked up, Helping Noodle out of bed and down to the carpark, alerting the enire house as they went.
Two and a half hours later, Noodle lay exhausted in a hospital bed, cradling her new baby boy to her chest, smiling at the little ones spiky blue/violet hair. 2-D was seated across from her, rubbing the baby's back, grinning at Noodle. "I ever tell ya I love yea?" he asked her. She laughed, "Yes, 2-D-san, you tell me everyday and I love you too,"
The baby hiccupped and Noodle smiled affectionately at him, "I think I will call him Takai"
Cute, eh?
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