"Angela, let me help."

"It's my body; I don't need your help…" She grumbled, slowly bending down to reach her watering can. Unfortunately, her giant belly was mostly blocking the can out of her vision. She knew it was there.

"You can't even see your feet, let al-" Angela stopped and glared at him. His eyes widened and he took a few steps back. "I-I mean, uh…" She looked at him expectantly. "H-have I told you that your skin looks great today?" That seemed to cool her down a bit, thankfully. Angela swiped the watering can from the ground and left the house, brooding. From the beginning, the pregnancy had been torturous, and he felt almost relieved that it would be over soon. The mood swings weren't as awful as they were rumored to be, but they were rather offsetting. Angela would often remark that she felt like a penguin with the way she waddled from time to time. He heard a sharp cry from outside and he immediately burst through the door. "Angela! What happened?" Angela looked over at him.

"I nicked my thumb on a rose thorn…" She mumbled, showing Gill the slight cut on it, a small bead of blood forming. He sighed in relief.

"That's what all that was about? Scared me half to death…" Angela suddenly hunched over, gripping her stomach, sweating and breathing heavily.

"I... I think I…" Angela choked out as her knees buckled beneath her. It was difficult getting her to the clinic- he really hadn't gotten much stronger. However, it was worse to not be able to sit with his wife as she cried and clenched her teeth.

"Thank goodness for meds…" Angela thought as the anesthetic began so set in. To be honest, she was playing it up just a little bit. She couldn't feel anything below her waist, but she wanted it to seem dramatic like it was in the movies. Her drug induced haze was broken when she heard the air piercing scream of a baby. Her baby. "Oh, she's beautiful…" Angela whispered as Irene handed the baby to her, wrapped in a blanket.

"Actually, it's a boy, Angela dear." Irene corrected her. Angela blinked blearily.

"Ohh. He's beautiful…" She yawned, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead. "Let Gill name him, I'm going to sleep," she mumbled, holding…Benjamin, in her arms, as she slowly drifted off. "Goodnight, Benny." Gill walked into the room, having slightly overheard Angela's woozy speaking.

"Do you think we should tell her that it's eleven in the morning?"

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