"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Why! Why, oh great Calypso, why? Why does it have to hurt so much? AHHHHHH!" The woman screams again and again, pushing and wishing she could stop. But she couldn't, no she just couldn't, she had her baby coming, that's right she couldn't just leave her baby in there, her precious little baby needed to come out! But why did it have to hurt so MUCH! Then, it stopped, oh sweet release, the pain stopped, and she could hear crying. Wait, who could be crying, she's not crying so who…? The doctor holds up a little body and she has her answer. A baby, her baby, her little baby girl with tiny blond curls matted with blood. And ohhh…she's beautiful. But the nurse has something too, something in little blue blankets, but… but, something's not right…no something's definitely not right because the nurse is holding it away from her and talking to the doctor in a low voice. The doctor keeps glancing at it in disgust as he wraps up her pretty baby girl. He whispers something to the nurse and she turns to leave, taking the bundle with her, but I can hear it breathing, see the blankets moving, so where… where… WHERE THE HELL DOES SHE THINKS SHE'S GOING?
"I want to see them."
"Here you are madam. One healthy baby girl just for you." The nurse is still moving away, her step is starting to speed up. OH HELL NO! "Don't worry about that one," the doctor says, face scrunching in disgust, "the nurse will take care of it." What? 'Take care of it'? What in the Grandline does that mean? He can't mean…no…no…never gonna happen!
"I said, I want to see them. Both of them. NOW." The nurse froze, and the doctor seemed shocked at her insistence.
"But madam, you have one beautiful, healthy baby girl. You don't need a future outcast in your family. Just let the nurse take care of it, hmm? It's what's best for everyone." He seemed a bit nervous now— good. Future outcast? What in the Blues was he talking about? 'Best for every one'? Yeah right.
"'Best for everyone'? I'll tell you what's best for everyone right now. What's best for everyone is to let me hold my children RIGHT NOW and not a second later. Do you understand? " The doctor was standing very close to the bed, so it was easy enough for her to grab his shirt and pull him to eye level. He was visibly shaking now and the nurse looked like she was about to faint. A silence and weight had fallen over the room and even the babies were quiet. Finally, he managed to speak.
"Very well then, if you're so sure you won't care, you can have it. It's on your own head." He attempted to pull away her hand and only managed to rip his shirt. He gestured to the nurse and she handed the baby over. "I don't want to be around that thing anymore then I have to be, so you can clean up yourself. Take that thing away from here as soon as you're able." The doctor somehow managed to sneer out the last sentence; it was pretty impressive considering he was shaking like a leaf in fall. He left the room, pulling the nurse with him.
"Now then, let's see who you are." The woman said, finally turning her eyes to regard both her babies. She found a set of eyes that reminded her of her grandmother's favorite emerald brooch and a tuff of raven black hair above them. Her breath caught as her little baby boy looked up at her. Outcast? Had that doctor been blind? Her baby was perfect, both of her babies were perfect. The woman managed to sit up and set the two side by side. They were so different! One golden blond and sleepy brown; the other raven black and jeweled green. They looked so sweet, so perfect. "Time for names I suppose. Hmm…let's see…this is a new beginning for us all, so…I know!" She picked up her little black-haired boy, "You will be … Haru. It means spring, and spring is a time of new beginnings! My little Portgaz D. Haru! Now for you my little blond…" She picked up her girl and held her tight in her arms with the newly named Haru and smiled as she slept on. "Now you…you remind me of those beautiful flowers along the coast…as pink and red as you are along with that blond hair. What did those sailors call them? Haha! I can't even remember! Ha! I think I remember one word they said…it might be the perfect name. They called the flowers 'red'…no…rouge…yes, that was the word! Rouge. Would you like to be Rouge, little flower? Hmm?" The woman's smile widened as she looked at her sleeping daughter. "Yes, Rouge is perfect."
"Well then, I guess it's settled. Big brother Portgaz D. Haru, little sister Portgaz D. Rouge, welcome to the world." As she looked down on her children, she could only imagine what would happen next. "You want to know my name? Hmm? Well, my name's Portgaz D. Wattan, and I'm your mother."