Two months had passed and Iggy - four-month pregnant now - hadn't stopped feeling bad. Of course the nausea and the sickening feeling in his stomach had reduced, but he was still a wreck. Someone could say he was starting to be kind of depressed. He was crying all day and was mostly lying on his bed in a fetal position, getting on his feet mostly to go and throw up or get something to eat.
There was one day that he woke up by an extreme sickening feeling in his stomach and ran to the bathroom to throw up again. When he finished, there was a strange feeling inside his belly. He gasped. He wiped his mouth and rested a hand on his belly, a weak smile forming for the very first time on his lips since he had found out about his pregnancy.
"H-Hey…" He whispered, rubbing his belly lightly. The baby had kicked for the first time inside him. It had moved. "Hi…!" He smiled down at his belly and stroked it, feeling strangely happy.
He got out of the bathroom and sat on his bed. He looked down and stroked his belly some more. "You moved…" He whispered and he felt it kicking again a little harder this time. "Oh!" He gasped and giggled. "Are you hungry?" He smiled and got up.
He got to the fridge to get something to chew on and got back to his bed.
After finishing, he leaned back on his bed and looked down at his belly. It had grown a little and a tiny bulge could be seen where his flat belly was some months ago. He stroked it carefully and smiled down at it and the baby kicked again, causing Iggy to jump a little in surprise. "Oh! Well, you're a tough little guy, aren't you?" He giggled and felt another kick inside him.
He stayed there until some minutes later when he rolled to the side and both his hands rested on his belly. Some tears escaped his eyes and sobbed a little. "I'm really, really sorry, baby…" He cried, stroking the curve his belly formed and sniffled. "Daddy was so stupid… I thought I didn't love you but I w-was s-so wrong… Now I see how much you mean to me." He looked down and smiled, some tears still rolling down his pale and dirty face. "I love you…" He whispered and a light kick caused him to chuckle. He stroked it some more. "Do you forgive me then?" He felt the baby turning a bit and squirming and he hugged himself, like he was trying to hug the baby inside him. "It's not your fault, my precious… It was never your fault…"
He stayed there for some minutes before drifting off to sleep with his arms always around his belly, holding it protectively and a light smile formed on his lips.
Another two months passed like this. Iggy was getting rounder every day and the baby started to kick more and harder sometimes. It was obvious it had taken this from Iggy, being all tough and hard himself. Every time the baby wanted something and Iggy was late to give it to it, the baby would kick so hard that Iggy found himself gasping and frowning many times, until he finally gave the baby what it wanted.
One day there was a knocking on the door. Iggy got out of his kitchen, holding a sandwich along with some fruits and some chocolate. He opened the door only to reveal Mr. Hyde outside, standing with a worrying frown.
"Iggy?" Mr. Hyde asked, looking down at his growing belly and smiling lightly.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Hyde?" Iggy asked, putting the food down and letting Mr. Hyde to come inside.
"I was worried; I haven't seen you for four months… Are you two alright? Do you need something?"
Iggy shook his head negatively. "I… We don't need anything from you. We'll be fine, just the two of us with no one bothering us here!" He said firmly.
"Please… I want to make up to you. I want you down there and I was thinking…" Mr. Hyde started.
"What?" Iggy asked.
"If you wanted to continue after the baby comes? I'll have someone looking after it while you work down at the park."
Iggy thought for a moment and then a small smile formed on his lips. Mr. Hyde smiled too and waited for his answer. It was true, Mr. Hyde was in need of Iggy, and nonetheless, he was a very good employee. After some moments, Iggy spoke. "Well… no. I don't need this…"
Mr. Hyde frowned. "Don't be silly, Iggy! You need this job and you must think about the baby too…"
Iggy cut him off though. "What?! The baby you said?" He laughed bitterly. "Did you think about the baby when I told you I needed the job some months ago? What happened now? Don't pretend to care about it because I know it's not true!"
"Iggy, please, hear me out… I had told you to take some time off, not leave for good! And I do care about you both. If I didn't I wouldn't make the effort to come here again and ask you about your well being."
Iggy was smirking. "Oh, is that right! I call all these bullshit and if you really cared you would show it sooner. Not now that you saw how good I am in my job! Good day, Mr. Hyde." He opened the door for Mr. Hyde to leave.
Mr. Hyde frowned sadly and got out slowly before turning to Iggy again. "Please… Think about it… I do care about you…" He said and left.
Iggy closed the door angrily and rubbed his belly. "Yeah, well, this is the worst kind of liars, my child." He said to the baby. "Never believe a word they say. We will make it, you will see. You will have me to protect you." He looked at the door and paused for a second and then he whispered mostly to himself. "You'll see, we'll be fine..."
Three months passed. Iggy was still negative about going and continue working down at the Park and Mr. Hyde didn't know what else to do. He found himself in his office, sighing and shaking his head sadly when he would look outside, not seeing Iggy around taking care of the place.
One night, when Mr. Hyde was about to close the park and drive home, he looked up at the mountain and sighed. It was as if something inside him was shouting for him to go up and see Iggy, even for the last time and try once more to slap some sense into him and take him at the park again. So, he decided to drive up at Iggy's house and try to talk for once more. When he reached up though, he heard shouts, screams and gasps from Iggy's cabin. He frowned and walked faster towards the door and knocked it. He then remembered that Iggy's door was never locked, so he opened it with force when another scream left Iggy's lips from inside.
"Iggy! Are you alri…" His eyes widen and gasped hard when he saw Iggy on the floor next to his bed. He had squeezed his eyes shut and was taking deep breaths, holding his belly and stroking it. Mr. Hyde run to him and grabbed his shoulders. Iggy was whimpering. "Iggy, what happened? Is it coming?"
Iggy just nodded and held Mr. Hyde's arms tightly.
"Ohhh… O-Okay, well… Don't worry, I'm here now. Shh, it will be fine. It will be over soon, don't you fret, darling…" Mr. Hyde tried to seem calm but inside him he was very worried and frightened as never before... This was the first time he saw something like this happening in front of him and he also had to be the one to help him with the baby wanting to pop out. And how would this happen? Iggy was a man, he hadn't the bodily structure for a baby to come out.
As Mr. Hyde was thinking this, Iggy was writhing and panting in pain. Mr. Hyde snapped out of his thoughts of how this would work out and went to help Iggy onto his bed. Iggy let a shout of pain out as Mr. Hyde moved him and tried to get comfortable.
"Help-p… m-me, please…" Iggy whispered frowning and trembled in fear and pain at the same time.
Mr. Hyde nodded frowning. "Of course I will, Iggy… We can do this." he said removing Iggy's pants and he covered him with his blanket. He thought of only one way to bring this baby out. He went onto the kitchen and found a sharp knife which looked more like a scalpel than all the others. Iggy had a really vast variety of knives, for sure!
He returned to the bedroom and Iggy gasped widening his eyes. "Wh-what is this?!" He asked, panting in pain. The pains were sharper now and came quicker and harder. Iggy had started crying.
"There is no other way, my dear." said Mr. Hyde. "You cannot probably push the baby out, I have to open you…" He got closer and Iggy gasped, looking at the knife wide eyed.
"You can't… the baby is coming down… I feel it sliding…" Iggy said and groaned in pain, squeezing his eyes shut once more.
Mr. Hyde uncovered him and spread his legs. A little buldge had formed between his male organs and his bottoms. A little round something that Mr. Hyde thought he recognized.
"Um… Iggy? I think I see the head… Can you… can you push a little?"
Iggy nodded and pushed and just then Mr. Hyde saw that the buldge moved inside him, pushing outward.
"Okay, okay, stop now… This is indeed the head trying to get out." He thought for a moment.
Iggy panted. "I know that already… I feel it, it will tear me apart, tell me something I don't know!" He said infuriated from the pains and took even deeper breaths as the little head moved again, trying to escape. "God, get it out of there…" Iggy whispered.
Mr. Hyde carefully made a little cut just at the right spot where the baby's head was and it immediately popped out of Iggy's body along with birthing fluids. "Okay…" Mr. Hyde said calmingly when he saw Iggy falling backwards and panting worried. "Just another push and it will be out."
Iggy got a bit up and took a deep breath in before pushing hard and getting the whole baby out of him. He fell back on his pillows again when a shrill cry was head and he took quick breaths, trying to regain his composure. After some seconds he opened his eyes and saw Mr. Hyde with a tiny baby in his arms, wrapped in warm blankets.
"Come Iggy, darling…" Mr. Hyde whispered, smiling from ear to ear and passing the baby to Iggy. "It's a baby girl, honey." he whispered again as Iggy took her in his own arms and smiled slowly, getting teary.
"Ohh…" Iggy whispered, rocking his baby girl slowly and watched her as she drifted off. "My darling… Hi!" He whispered lovingly as tears rolled down his cheeks and he kissed her own cheek gently. Mr. Hyde also got moved and tears filled his eyes but didn't let Iggy see it and flicked them away quickly, sniffling. Iggy noticed it though.
Mr. Hyde got down again and took care of Iggy's bleeding and called for the doctor who had examined him months ago to come and see them both. When he was done, he went into the bathroom to wash his hands, something that he would have done sooner but he was too shaken to think about it.
Iggy remained there, never taking his eyes away from his daughter. "Lizzie is a perfect name for you, isn't it?" He whispered, stroking her tiny head gently, not letting her wake up. He giggled softly and rested his cheek on her forehead, sighing relieved. Mr. Hyde came out and Iggy raised his head slowly and smiled at him. Mr. Hyde came and sat down next to him on the bed.
"Mr. Hyde… Thank you for everything…" Iggy said softly, smiling at him.
Mr. Hyde chuckled. "No need to thank me, I did what I had to for both of you. See now that I do care?"
Iggy nodded and smiled more. "I do. I was stupid when I treated you like this some months ago… I guess I was… tough due to the hormones back then…" He chuckled softly and Mr. Hyde did the same. After some moments, Iggy looked at him. "Does your offer still stand, Mr. Hyde? About the job?"
Mr. Hyde grinned and nodded. "Of course, for a perfect employer like yourself."
Iggy grinned and chuckled happily.
Nine years passed and Iggy was working down at the park when he saw a man he recognized. The man approached him and smirked. "Well, well, well, what do we have here! The pretty boy I banged years ago! Are you alive?" He laughed.
Iggy growled and squeezed his teeth before taking the man to the back of the park, at the same place where he was raped nine years ago.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Max?!" Iggy asked, growling.
Max's eyes widened. "Remarkable, you remember my name? You had nearly passed out when I told you. And after so many years I'd assume you would have forgotten."
Iggy sighed annoyed. Lizzie was around there playing with Iggy's axe. Iggy was a perfect father for her but had also taught her to handle things like axes and guns from an early age. Her father's axe was like a doll for her now. She saw that Iggy was annoyed by that man and something inside her, an instinct maybe, made her grab the axe and move towards them.
Max was smirking when his eyes widened and he gasped, bending down. Iggy was surprised. Lizzie had come from behind Max and hit him with the axe in the back of his legs, making him drop on the ground. Iggy smirked and took the axe from her, throwing it on Max's chest about four times. Lizzie giggled and took Iggy's hand when he finished with Max.
"Who was that, daddy?" She asked innocently, looking up at Iggy.
Iggy looked down at her and smiled, chuckling. "No one, my love… No one…"
He hid his axe and walked to Mr. Hyde's office to let her play there while he continued his work.
