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The next thirty minutes were a complete blur to Tim. Kirstie was rushed to delivery and he was being suited up in operating room attire. It all happened so fast that he didn't have time to think. If he had, he would surely be panicking.

He could never understand why Kirstie wanted a natural childbirth. If it had been him having the baby, he would want so many painkillers that he would be following pink elephants around. 

"You ready?" A nurse asks as she tied the surgical mask around his mouth and beard.

Tim nods and takes a deep breath.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Tim answers nervously.

She leads him into the delivery room.

"Oh, sh*t." He mumbles as he sees his girlfriend laying with her feet up in stirrups. Sweat dripping off her face as she breathed heavily.

He and Kirstie had spent hours in childbirth classes preparing for this moment. But this was the real deal. There were no fake labor pains or no toy baby dolls. There was no teacher telling them what to do.

He quickly hurries over to her bedside and takes her hand.

"I guess this is it." She tries to laugh through her pain and heavy breathing.

"Impatient little booger, isn't she?" Tim laughs.

Kirstie couldn't see his smile but his smiling brown eyes was comforting enough.

"Like her daddy." Kirstie giggles and squeezes Tim's hand gently.

But the gentle squeeze became more intense as another labor pain hit.

'D*mn' Tim thought to himself as he was pretty sure he hear bones breaking in his hand. 

"Oh, my God." Kirstie whispers as the contraction eased.

"It won't be long now." The doctor says as she positioned herself.

"It's gonna be alright." Tim whispers as he wipes the sweat from Kirstie's forehead.

"Oh, shut up!" Kirstie growls. "You're not the one giving birth to a watermelon!"

Tim's eyes widen in shock at his girlfriend's sudden outburst.

"Get used to it, Tim." The doctor laughs. "Before this is over she'll probably be calling you every name in the book. And saying things that she really doesn't mean."

"Oh, thanks for the warning." Tim chuckles.

Contractions began to come more frequent and more agonizing.

Tim was doing his part in helping her breath and urging her to push.

With each labor pain, Kirstie was getting exhausted and more irritable.

"This is all your fault you son of a b*tch!!" Kirstie screams as she pushes.

"Just keep pushing." Tim says, trying not to laugh at his girlfriend's delirious rage.

"If you had used a d*mn rubber, I wouldn't be going through this!" She yells as she fights to get air into her lungs.

"No, if you had chosen an anesthesia, you wouldn't be going through this." Tim replies.

"F*ck you." She says as she falls exhausted into his arms.

"You already have." Tim whispers in her ear with a light chuckle.

"Yeah, and that's what got me in this predicament. Never again." Kirstie growls. "If you ever come near me with that dick of yours again, I'll cut it off."

"D*mn." Tim laughs.

"I haven't heard that one before." The doctor laughs.

"I just hope she's not serious." Tim chuckles.

"Try me." Kirstie says between clenched teeth. 

"Alright, Kirstie. I need a hard push and the head will be out." The doctor says. 

Kirstie screams as the next contraction hits and she pushes with what strength she had left.

"The head is out!" The doctor says with a huge smile. "Once we get her shoulders out, the rest of her will slide out easily."

"I'm done. I quit." Kirstie says shaking her head, falling back into Tim's arms.

"You can't just quit." Tim laughs. 

"Watch me." She whispers as she tries to catch her breath.

"Hey, I have something to ask you." Tim says softly next to her ear.

"I don't even want you talking to me right now." Kirstie groans.

"Marry me, Kirstie." Tim says in a soft voice.

"What!?" Kirstie asks, looking at her boyfriend as if he had gone nuts. 

"Will you marry me?" He asks again but with little less assurance in his voice.

"Now is not the time, Timothy!" She growls. "Cause I'm hating you so bad right NOW!!"

She screams as another contraction hits.

"PUSH, KIRSTIE! AS HARD AS YOU CAN!" The doctor yells.

Kirstie's scream echoes throughout the delivery room.

She falls back against Tim. She was done. She had no more strength left. All she wanted to do was sleep.

But a baby's cry soon brought a weak smile to her face.

"You hear that?" Tim whispers through a chuckle, tears filling his eyes.

"Daddy, we'll let you cut the cord." The doctor smiles as she hands Tim the surgical scissors.

With a shaking hand, Tim cuts the cord.

"Does she have all her fingers and toes?" Kirstie asks with a weak hoarse voice.

"She's perfect. Absolutely beautiful." A nurse says as she quickly cleans the baby girl up. Wrapping her snuggly in a blanket, the nurse hands the baby to the waiting parents.

"Oh, Tim look." Kirstie whispers as tears roll down her cheeks.

"Isn't she beautiful." Tim says with a smile as a happy tear leaves a trail down his cheek.

"Seven pounds eight ounces and nineteen inches long." The nurse announces.

"I guess she was worth all the pain." Kirstie smirks as she looks around at Tim.

"So, what's the little angel's name?" The nurse asks with a smile.

"Bailey. Bailey Olivia Foust." Kirstie answers with a huge smile.

"Oh, that's beautiful." The nurse replies.

Kirstie hands Bailey over to the proud daddy.

"Hey, baby girl. I'm your daddy." Tim says in a soft voice.

Kirstie smiles as she reaches up to wipe a tear from Tim's cheek.

"Yes." Kirstie says with a smile.

"Huh?" Tim asks looking around at his exhausted girlfriend.

Kirstie reaches and pulls down the surgical mask that Tim was wearing and kisses him softly.

"Yes, I'll marry you." She whispers.

***   THE END   ***

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That sadly brings to a close "GREASE MONKEY".

But when ending my books, I, most of the time, try to leave it so if I get inspiration for a sequel it will be easy to start from. ;)

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