You have your first child

"Pony... It's time!" I had yelled it around four hours ago while sitting around watching TV with him, and I still could have sworn that it was time. This baby should have been out of here weeks ago. Months, even, for what it's worth.

He had driven me to the hospital immediately, white knuckling the steering wheel as he drove slow enough that he wouldn't get pulled over, but fast enough that I didn't explode on the way.

The contractions have been a monster, but he stood there with me the whole time. The more painful it got, the more angry I got.

"Why did you to this to me?"

"Get it out!"

"Ponyboy, you better never let this happen again!" And other various rude statements. He let it happen and he let me squeeze his hand, not a care in the world. Every now and then he'd remind me of the little wonder we'd soon be bringing into the world together. Finally, it came time to push. There was blood, and lots more screaming, and I could see Pony getting a little light headed. But it hurt me a lot more, and I squeezed his hand even harder.

"You can do it!" He kept saying, sounding less convincing and more nauseous every time. But he persevered, and after a few years, or so it seemed, our little girl was born. I asked to hold her, but they had to clean her up first. And once they did, Pony stole her away. Tears welled up in his eyes as he took her in his arms for the first time, but he wouldn't let them spill, even when she put her little fingers around one of his and didn't let go. I finally got to hold her for a moment, our little girl, and then they took her away to go get her shots. Pony didn't leave her alone for a second.

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