Roxanne cried out in pain, her breathing quick as another contraction swept over her. "You're doing great!" A doctor informed her. "I can already see the... Head." But Roxanne wasn't paying attention.

"Bernard!" she cried out, and not for the first time. Where was he? Why wasn't he there with her, why didn't they let him ride in the ambulance with her, what was it he had to tell her that was so important! These questions flashed in her mind as another spasm flooded her. She was in so much pain! She'd heard giving birth hurt, but was it supposed to be this bad?

"You're almost done," The doctor stated calmly, and one last pain shot through her before it was over. It was over and Bernard wasn't there. Where was he? Roxanne's head flopped back on the pillow before she could see or hear anything more.

At last, she gave in to darkness.

***Break***

Roxanne's eyes opened blearily, her head pounded, and she sat up as soon as she remembered where she was. "Where's Bernard?" she asked the nurses. "Where's my baby?" A cluster of nurses was huddled nearby, one of them holding a tiny blue bundle that she knew had to be hers. It must have been a boy! Why else would they use blue?

At first the nurses didn't move, and Roxanne asked again, "could I hold him?" Slowly, the head nurse broke away from the gaggle and gently put the baby in her arms. Roxanne took the bundle carefully and unwrapped the section of the blanket covering its face, before gasping in shock. Her baby...her baby was blue!

It wasn't the deathly shade of blue someone took on when they held their breath or stayed in frigid water too long. It was a bright, vivid blue, and his head was large, larger than any baby's Roxanne had ever seen. His head was completely bare, and nothing made sense. In her state of recent awakening and emotional upset, nothing made sense.

"Do you know what you'll name him?" asked the nurse.

"Quade," Roxanne answered absently, gazing down at the sleeping infant in her arms. "Quade Anthony." The nurse nodded and wrote something down, and when she turned to go, Roxanne caught her arm. "Wait, I don't understand—why is he blue? Why is my baby blue? I don't..." The nurse gave her a half-sympathetic glance and put her dainty hand on Roxanne's arm.

"I think we all know why your baby's blue Roxanne. And I don't think your husband will be very pleased. If I were you, I don't think I could live with myself. Then again, if I were you, I never would have been with Megamind."

"But I never—" But the nurse ignored her weak protests and simply walked off to whisper with the other nurses in her southern belle accent, leaving Roxanne gazing down at her son in confusion. How could—why would—what could possibly—it didn't make sense.

That was when Bernard burst through the door, shaking off several orderlies and flinging himself at Roxanne's side. "Roxanne! Roxanne are you alright, where's the baby!" Roxanne gave him a look that stopped him dead in place, and he knew.

"He's right here," Roxanne said softly, nodding down at the tiny thing. "But I need you to tell me something, Bernard. Why is our baby blue?" "Bernard" opened his mouth, but no words came out. So he tried again.

"I tried to tell you, Roxanne," he told her, taking her arm, which she quickly pulled away from him. "I wanted to tell you, but I knew you'd be angry, and I tried to tell you in the ambule-ance, but then Minion came and—"

"I don't want excuses, Bernard," Roxanne said in a shaky but level voice. "I want you to look me in the eye and tell me the truth!" Bernard stared at her for a second before reaching to the watch he had always, always, always worn, and turned the dial as he looked Roxanne straight in the eye. She looked away as he turned into who he really was, and the nurses gasped.

"I'm Megamind," he told her, and Roxanne couldn't even look at him. "Roxanne, I wanted to tell you, I was going to tell you—"

"Why?" she asked, chancing to look him in the eye again. "Why would you do this to me? What could have possibly possessed you to do this?"

"I—"

"I don't want to know," she told him, lying back on her pillow in defeat, still holding tight to the baby in her arms. "Just leave, Megamind. Just go. I'll just find out some other day."

"But—"

"Go!"

"But our son—"

"Leave!" she ordered, clenching her jaw as she spoke, and Megamind stood.

"I love you," he said softly, kissing her hand and Quade's bald head before he left.

Roxanne didn't look up when the door swung shut. She didn't want to look up. She didn't want to do anything but lie there in pain. Confusion was the only thing close to what she felt. Confusion.

And agony.

Author Comments:

WAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

Will Megamind and Roxanne make up? Will Roxanne come to her senses? Will Quade Anthony Ishoeihorpwafas grow up without a father? AND WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO!