Trowa was lying in the shade, drinking some lemonade while having his feet rubbed by the reflexologist when it happened. "Quatre, my water broke." The pinkish water suddenly drenched the robe he was wearing.
Quatre stood up and picked up his cellular phone and said, "Iria, round up the rest of the medical personnel. We're in the east wing, get the medical room ready. It's happening now!" He then helped Trowa off the recliner and got him into a nearby wheelchair and pushed him to the medical room five blocks away.
Iria had some of the orderlies lift Trowa unto the awaiting operating table. "How many minutes between contractions?"
"A minute."
"Hmm. It's a good thing the birth hormones have loosened the birth canal or we would definitely have to do a C-section. Hopefully, the sphincter can dilate wide enough so the baby can come out naturally."
Trowa moaned in pain. Iria turned to one of her assistants and said, "Give Trowa a spinal block." She turned to her brother and said, "He'll still feel something, but it'll make it a whole lot easier for him."
A few seconds after the injection, Trowa began to breathe easier. Sweat still trickled down his face. His bangs began to droop. Quatre thought, To think, I've put you through such pain for my sake. It's all my fault.
"Try squatting," said Iria. "The force of gravity will help in the delivery."
The two male nurses helped Trowa to a squatting position. Strangely, the position made things easier.
"I see the head coming," said Iria. "Keep pushing."
"Trowa, do the breathing exercises. Remember? Breathe in, then little puffs out!"
"The head's completely out! I've got the shoulders! Keep going! It's a boy."
A plaintive wail filled the room as the little boy filled his lungs with air. Iria began cleaning the baby, then snipped off the umbilical cord, then tied it off. Then she handed the baby to Quatre, who leaned over the now prone Trowa. "Trowa, Juni's here."
"He's beautiful," Trowa said despite the fact the baby was still quite red from delivery, his face was scrunched shut and was making saliva bubbles with his mouth.
Then they heard a commotion right outside the door and someone yelling, "Back! Back, I say!"
"What's going on?" said Quatre.
Iria looked out the glass part of the door and said, "Catherine is using a whip and a chair to keep the rest of the women out of this room."
"KISAMA!!!! YOU DID THIS TO ME, WOMAN!!! I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU."
Sally sighed as the doctors wheeled the screaming pregnant man down the hallway. Perhaps, I'll go to a nearby bar and drink a beer, she thought. I deserve one.
"Heero, we need to go to the hospital!"
"I can deliver the baby myself."
"Heero, suppose you need a C-section?"
"No problem, I can do it myself."
"Heero Yuy, get in the damn car now!"
"Treize, what shall we name the girl?"
"How about Rose?"
Zechs facevaulted.
The End
Moral of this story:
(:./mk/odds3)
