A pain in your middle woke you up. Ignoring it you tried to fall back to sleep, it went away. With a sigh you snuggled closer to your husband smiling. The pain came back.
You sat up groaning. “Ok…ok…I get it. Al, get up.”
Alfred, your husband, groaned and rolled over, ignoring you.
“Al…it’s time. We have to go.”
“I’m going into labor, we have to get to the hospital now.”
Alfred mumbled, “That’s nice…”
You pinched his cheek, “Alfred, I’m having your kid and I’m having it now. Get up.”
“Five more minutes,” he grumbled.
“ALFRED F. JONES, GET UP NOW I’M HAVING YOUR BABY!”
Alfred sat up quickly, squinting at you, “What?”
Reaching over him you grabbed his glasses, “Go get the car ready, we need to go to the hospital.” You groaned as another contraction hit you. “NOW!”
“This is happening?” Alfred asked stumbling out of bed and into decent clothes.
“Well, duh!” I growled. You didn’t bother to change and wobbled your way to the car. Meanwhile Alfred got dressed and grabbed the suitcases.
“I’m ready!” Alfred said buckling in. He went to start the car and realized he had left his keys inside.
You were about ready to strangle him, “Get your keys!”
Finally the three of you got to the hospital.
“Miss, fill out a forum and sit down.”
“I’m going into labor,” you hissed at the receptionist. “I’m not going to fill out sh**!”
The woman stared at you in fear.
“__________,” Alfred said, “let me handle this.”
You glared at him and he let go of your shoulder. “Get me Dr. Anderson and tell him Mrs. Jones is in labor. And for God’s sake get me some DRUGS!” You shouted. Everyone in the room stared at you. “What are you looking at?”
A few minutes later a couple of nurses led you to your room and you got changed.
“When do I get my pain killers?” you asked.
“Umm, later,” said one of the nurses.
You looked around, “Have you seen my husband?”
She shook her head.
A few minutes of pain later Alfred returned, “its ok, babe. I just called Matt to bring me something to eat.”
“Ah!” you shouted as another stab of pain hit you. “Remind me never to get pregnant again.”
“You’re the one who said you wanted kids.”
You glared at him, “Ok, then next time you can carry the baby for nine months and then try and squeeze it out through your-.”
“I’m here!” Matthew said carrying in a bag of McDonalds. “How is she-.”
“GET THAT AWFUL STUFF AWAY FROM ME!” you shouted as the smell of greasy burgers and fries hit you like a wall and brought on the strong feeling of nausea.
The two brothers looked at you with slight fear. Alfred retreated to the other side of the room to eat while Matt went back to the waiting room.
You screamed and Alfred ran over to comfort you. “LEAVE THE BURGER OVER THERE!” He did so and returned to hold your hand. However a few minutes later he got hungry and left for another bite of food. And so this continued for about four hours, Alfred holding your hand and then getting another mouthful of food.
“Miss, you’re ready,” said the doctor. “When I tell you to, push………push!”
Obeying him you screamed for the final time.
A small weak cry cloud be heard from the doctor’s arms. “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Jones it’s a boy.”
“Alright!” Alfred said. You smiled and accepted the now clean baby boy into your arms.
“He’s perfect,” you muttered stroking the thin wispy blonde hair on his head. “So tiny…”
“Steve Roger Jones.”
You frowned at him, “No.”
“What about Steve Anthony Jones?”
Searching your superhero memory back you finally said, “No.”
Alfred continued to try and make you name the child after a comic book superhero. Each time you denied him.
“(boy name) (boy middle name) Jones,” you said.
“(boy name) Peter Jones,” Alfred compromised.
“Fine,” you said.
You smiled down at the tiny bundle of life in your arms, “Welcome to the world (boy name) Peter Jones. You’re mommy loves you so much.”
Alfred took his little hand in his finger, “You’re daddy loves you too…and your mommy.” Quickly he gave you a kiss on the temple. The baby whimpered and moved his little limbs slightly.