A/N: Okay, just so y'all know, I'm around 13. I don't know too much about pregnancy, or labor pains or anything. So if this plot doesn't fit the criteria of a normal pregnancy, I'm really sorry, but it's not something I'd look up in Google or anything.

Of all days, the car chose that particular one to decide not to move.

"Oh come on!" Yuki yelled in a panic, frantically pulling turning the key in the ignition, "Not now! You have to move!"

Yeah whatever, the car seemed to reply.

"Oh great, now I'm going insane!" Yuki got out of the car and slammed the door.

Hey, it's your problem pal, the car seemed to, I'm fine with being broken down. I'm not the one with the pregnant wife and insane brother. Have a fun night! The car seemed to laugh.

"I don't have time for this," Yuki said. Now was not the time lose his head. He ran back upstairs.

"The car won't start," he said.

"What!?"
"Look, don't panic, we just call the a taxi and—"

"We can't," Ayame replied, "The roads are backed up, we'd never make it in time. We'll have to call someone from the hospital, to come here?"

"How fast can they get here?"

"Well, I don't know, but faster than we can get over there."

"Well, maybe we should just call a taxi…"

"I'm telling you, all the streets are congested, it's best if we just get the hospital."

"But—"

"WOULD SOMEONE JUST PLEASE CALL SOMEBODY!" Machi screamed. The pain had come back, and she knew it would not be much longer.

So the hospital was called, and ambulance, it was decide, would be able to cut through traffic quickly. Yuki held her hand tightly as she sat on the couch, letting out the occasional scream or cry, as they waited.

"It's not much longer," she winced, "They had better get here soon," she screamed again.

There was a sudden knock at the door.

"Ayame would you mind getting that?" Ayame, who had been surprisingly silent through all this, quickly got up, and opened the door.

"Okay! This is enough!" Mrs. Hatsuno stood defiantly in the doorway of the house, "I have had it. The noise and the screaming! If you want me to personally install sound proof walls in your home then fine, but really, I mean she's already pregnant, can't you two keep your hands off each other for five seconds… And…oh…Well this is embarrassing."

Just then, another knock came to the door, and Ayame answered, once again.

"Who is it now?" Machi groaned in agony, as Ayame opened the door again.

"Hatsuno!" Mr. Ryota said, " I saw you coming over here! Stop messing in other people's business, you old bat!"

"It's not what you think you swine!" she snapped at him, "She's having the baby," Mrs. Hatsuno turned back to Yuki, "Is a midwife coming?"

"Er…no, actually someone is supposed to come from the hospital—"

"The hospital, please. Nothing but a load of technological bric-a-brac. Why, when I was a young woman, I myself was a midwife."

"When was that, 1400 BC?" Mr. Ryota said sarcastically.

"Shut up, and get me a towel, boiling water, and a pair of scissors!"

"Wha-, hey I'm nobody's nurse!"

"Do it, now!" she said, snapping her fingers.

"Bu—"

"NOW!"

"Oh, Fine."

Machi was now in terrible pain, so much so, that she even settled for holding Mrs. Hatsuno's hand, since she'd shooed Yuki off the couch.

"Go be useful," she said, "and you and your brother go get me more towels."

"Oh, this is so exciting," Ayame said practically skipping to the towel closet, "In a few hours, I'm going to be an Uncle!"

There was another knock at the door.

"Oh, good," Yuki sighed with relief, "The doctor should be here."

As if thing would ever end that easily.

"Hello, sir," the tall man in the door way said to Yuki. He wore black sun glasses, and had unemotional expression on his face, "I was patrolling then neighborhood and noticed your home is in violation of a city regulation."

Yuki looked at the police officer, as if he was trying not to kill him, "What city regulation?" he asked, not trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

"Sir, have you been outside of your house today?"

Now that he though about it, he hadn't. "What happened?"

"Take a look for your self," the police man stood aside, allowing Yuki a view of the his front lawn.;

Completely littered with picket signs. Each sign had a little phrase such as Baby on Board, or It's a Girl. There where so many signs, in fact, you could hardly see the grass anymore.

"AYAME!"

Ayame grinned.

"Aren't they wonderful? I was just so excited, and I wanted everyone too know!"

"Yeah, that's great and all," the police officer, "But this is going to cost you a fine. According to city law, there is a limitation of ten signs on one yard."

"What!?"

"Yep," he said, quickly jotting down a figure on a piece of paper, and handing it to Yuki, "And I'm being lenient."

"Look," he said, "My wife's giving birth in the other room and—"

"Oh, please," the officer said, "That's what they all say. Someone's wife is having a baby every 10 seconds, pal, but you still have to pay the fine!"

Mrs. Hatsuno bustled in the room, her beady eyes looking daggers at the police man. "What is with all this disturbance?" she said in a deadly whisper, "I'm performing a miracle in the other room and I can't do it with all of this!"

"There in violation of city reg—"

"I don't care. You," she said, pointing at the Police man, "You can walk and use both of your hands? Good, come help Mr. Ryota with the water," and with out another word, she was dragging the police man into the kitchen.

Another piecing scream came from the living room.

Another knock on the door., and finally the ambulance came. The doctor rushed in the house.

"I'm really sorry," the woman said. She was carrying a bag, and several sheets of paper. "But the traffic is terrible, even for an ambulance. I'm going to have you fill these out," she said handing the papers to Yuki, "Now where's the mother?"

"Who is it now?" Mrs. Hatsuno asked.

"I'm here to deliver, the baby," she said rolling up her sleeves and smiling.

"No one needs you," she snapped, "Go away."

"What?" She asked, thoroughly insulted.

"You're not needed I have everything under control."

"Who are you?"

"Emiko Hatsuno."

"Do you have a medical degree."

"No, but I've been doing this since you've been in diapers!"

"Mrs. Hatsuno," Yuki said, "Please?"

"Fine," she said reluctantly, "I guess you can help."

"Help?"

"HELLO?" Machi shouted from the room, "CAN WE PLEASE MOVE THIS ALONG?"

"Come on!" The doctor said.

Mr. Ryota finally retrieved all of the things from the kitchen. He walked in to the lving room, where the doctor and Mrs. Hatsuno where working.

"Here, Hatsuno, all of the things you…you…is that blood?" That was the last thing he said, before he passed out on the floor.