Nanban Kozhutha Mallu Athaiyai Oothen 8211 Part 2
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FLASH.
I wanted to turn away, turn over, anything to go back to the wonderful
sleep that didn't have all this pestering brilliance that forced me further
and further into wakefulness.
FLASH.
Why did I want to go back to sleep? A distant sensation suddenly made
itself known to me, and it made me want to flinch. Pain, that was it.
Back to sleep, away from the pain.
I began to thrash helplessly as the sharp stabs of pain began to resolve
themselves into waves of agonizing cramps that tore through my being. From
far away, it seemed as though I could feel someone grabbing one of my arms,
and then there was a sting that radiated a warm, liquid fire through my
veins.
As it spread though, the pain also began to diminish, and was soon replaced
by a comfortable feeling of lightness, as if I were drifting through
clouds.
Another flash overhead, and I slowly began to realize what they were -
light fixtures.
Fixtures?
As my mind started to gradually make it's way back to cognizance, the
sensation of speed suddenly crept up on me.
"...examination room three...not the main elevator damnit! Not enough
room..."
Fuzzy lights swam around, forcing me to blink. I tried to sit up, but a
pair of hands held me down firmly. "...not yet honey, you just stay down
for the moment."
I began to notice a bunch of hazy figures around me at the same time I
realized I was somehow moving, being pushed along.
"Where the hell is the doctor...?! This one isn't going to wait..."
As the world around me came into focus, I realized I was lying prone on
what seemed to be stretcher - and one that was flying down a hallway at
breakneck speeds too. "Wha-? Where am I?" I said slowly, having trouble
concentrating.
Karen's face suddenly appeared above me, her features animated, anxious.
"I'm right here baby, everything is going to be okay." She squeezed my
hand tightly. "The nurses say that you're doing fine."
My confusion must have shown on my face, because she continued in a
soothing voice, "Remember? The bathroom? Your water broke and so we
rushed over here..."
I had broken my water? I hadn't realized I was carrying any water. As I
stared up into Karen's beautiful face, I realized what must be going on -
we were doing a roleplay. Karen had always loved kinky roleplaying games.
"Sure honey, I'll be your waterboy," I slurred cheerily, my head rolling to
one side. I couldn't seem to control my body very well, but I did manage a
faint smile.
This only seemed to make Karen look even more worried as she looked up at
the man on the other side of me, her face contorted with panic. "What is
he talking about?"
The serious-looking man in scrubs shook his head. "He's fine, just
delusional. Lot's of mothers come in that way."
"Hey buddy, don't mess with the waterboy, I broke my water, I can break
yours too," I slurred, flopping my head over to the other side. This was
kind of fun actually - the world swam and then reassembled itself, making
me giggle.
We passed through a set of double doors then, and the stretcher jerked to a
halt. There was a flurry of activity and I could vaguely feel myself being
lifted up, and then set back down hurriedly, Karen still squeezing my hand
all the while.
"Damnit, where in the hell is Dr. Keans?" the serious-looking man demanded
of a nearby nurse. "She was paged nearly thirty minutes ago!" As one of
the other nurses helped him into a set of surgical scrubs, he turned to
Karen and his demeanor softened slightly. "Don't worry Mrs. Mathews, even
without the head of the maternity ward here, we still have some of the best
trained staff on the east coast."
Maternity ward? Aha! I was in a hospital. Wait, why was I in a hospital?
Oh yeah, I remembered with another giggle, the roleplay. Karen had really
gone all-out on this one.
I lost sight of her then, as what seemed like a tidal wave of nurses
quickly stripped me of my sweatpants and then my shirt. "Whoa, hey ladies,
there's enough of me to go around, no need to be in a hurry," I murmured
playfully, grateful that they'd at least left me my underwear.
That much, at least, earned me a momentary foul look from Karen and a sharp
pinch on the arm.
Although the pinch didn't hurt very much, I still briefly winced at the
gesture.
Grinning stupidly up at one of the nurses, I said, "See? That's my girl
over there." By this point, Karen was looking almost hysterical with
worry. "Hot, isn't she?" I slurred, my eyes losing focus for a moment.
As my head rolled lazily back the other way, I mused whether I was supposed
to be in costume. What exactly did a waterboy wear, anyway?
"Hey baby, do you remember that one time when we did the Batman and
Catwoman roleplay...?" I murmured, having to search for a moment to find
her face amongst all the hospital staff. "You were so feisty, rawr!" I
said, making a weak clawing motion at her with a faint smile.
My underwear finally did go at that moment, to my slight embarrassment, and
I was quickly draped with a hospital gown. Karen looked worriedly at the
doctor once more, but he merely shook his head and leaned over to whisper
something in her ear. Although it didn't seem to make her any less
worried, she nodded and replied, "If you think so, Dr. Malvon."
With a nod, Dr. Malvon stepped back and finished tying on his surgical mask
before moving to kneel between my spread legs.
I shifted slightly as the Dr. Malvon knelt between my legs, trying to be
joking about the whole thing. "Hey, hold on a sec, I didn't think I had to
get a colonoscopy until I was forty..."
I yelped as I suddenly felt a cold touch in between my thighs, very close
to...well, my nether regions. "What's that?"
I was starting to get really uncomfortable with this, roleplay or not.
Karen feeling me up was one thing, having a strange man I'd never met
before crouching between my spread legs was something entirely different.
I tried to sit up again, more forcefully this time, only to be held down by
a trio of nurses. And not just the nurses - I seemed heavier, weighted
down somehow. Fuzzy and scattered as my thoughts seemed to be, my brain
was finally beginning to send out warning signals letting me know that
there was a dump truck full of strange new sensations and feelings hurtling
my way and planning to do considerable damage to my male ego.
"He's six inches dilated already," Dr. Malvon murmured, standing up quickly
and turning to one of the nurses. "Go page Dr. Keans again, these babies
may just deliver themselves before she gets here," he said, before once
again kneeling between my spread legs as the nurse hurried away.
Karen's face was next to mine, and she gazed at me with a look on her
features that was full of both fear and love. "Baby, I need you to look at
me," she whispered, her fingers gentle on my cheek. "You're going to need
to start pushing in a few minutes, okay?"
I blinked again and tried to focus in on her, and ever so slowly started to
become more aware of my surroundings as well. "Karen...?"
God, but I had a headache. No, that wasn't right. There were sharp pains,
cramps, and they were coming and going.
Coming and going? My thighs tensed horribly as another wave of agony
rolled over me. I'd never felt so heavy and full in my entire life - if I
was constipated, I must have shut down a local McDonalds for a week.
"What," I grimaced as another sharp contraction slammed into me and passed,
"What's happening?" I asked weakly, looking up at her.
"Oh baby," Karen whispered, looking down at me as she held my hand. "You
really don't remember?"
I shook my head. My thoughts were still jumbled, but whatever they had
given me was apparently beginning to wear off, and reality was starting to
come back in bits and pieces.
Brushing a stray hair out of my face, Karen tried to smile at me
comfortingly, but it was easy to see how scared she was. "Your water broke
a little while ago, just after we got home from our shopping trip," she
said, squeezing my hand. "I managed to get you into the car, and now we're
at the maternity ward in St. Armenicus Hospital."
My water broke? But that was something that only happened to...
I gritted my teeth as another terrible cramp rolled through me, and it was
then that my gaze finally fell upon my midsection.
Or at least, what would have been my midsection, if there hadn't been a
round and very swollen belly arching proudly upwards where I had been
expecting to find it.
A yelp of surprise escaped my lips as the last vestiges of cloudiness got
banished from my mind in an instant. What the hell was that?!?!
Looking frantic, the nurse that had gone to check on Dr. Keans a few
minutes ago burst back into the room and ran up to Dr. Malvon and whispered
something in his ear.
"What do you mean, she's stuck in traffic?" the doctor roared back at the
nurse, standing up in surprise, as the nurse fell back. "How can she be
stuck in traffic, it's not even rush hour yet," he added with a frustrated
sigh, before again addressing the nurse. "Get ahold of the Myers OB-GYN
Clinic immediately and have the patient's records sent over, we may never
have delivered a baby this way before, but I'll be damned if I'll go into
it blind," Dr. Malvon muttered, once again kneeling between my legs, only
this time I had a very good idea what he was doing down there.
I frantically sought out Karen's face again as another contraction hit, and
I realized for the first time that birth was just a word - and couldn't
begin to describe the feeling of a real, honest to goodness baby about to
come out from between your legs.
"You're pregnant honey," Karen said with a tender smile. "You're about to
give birth to our children."
Reality finally came crashing down at that moment, impossible as it was,
and I was left lying in the middle of it - pregnant, in a place I'd never
seen before, and apparently about to give birth. To say I was scared was
an understatement.
I felt like a hen in the foxhouse.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I clutched at something, anything,
whatever was within my grasp as an overwhelming urge to push ripped through
me. "Ahhhhh.....!"
"The head's crowning," one of the nurses told me soothingly, and Karen's
eyes were as big as mushrooms as they stared, captivated, by something just
out of my sight.
Patting my forehead with a damp cloth, the same nurse gave me a reassuring
smile and said, "Just one more big push and the head will be out."
Panting and wheezing red-faced, I tried to nod, but it seemed like every
muscle in my body was part of one solid contraction that refused to
unclench. "I can't do it!" I finally wailed, sagging in exhaustion after
the millionth attempt.
There was no way I could do this - I felt like I was trying to force a
beach ball through the neck of a sweater.
I'd never wanted to give up on something so much in my entire life when I
felt a gentle touch on my hand, and Karen's face came into view. "It's
okay baby, I'm here," she whispered, kissing my cheek.
My eyes sought out hers desperately. "I can't do this," I pleaded, tears
dripping down my cheeks from the pain. Karen's eyes began to brim with
tears as she met my gaze, but she never let go of my hand. "I know baby,
but you have to try," she whispered lovingly, squeezing my hand.
I strained until it felt like I was going to pass out, but for all my
effort, the horrible pressure at the center of my hips barely budged.
"The head's out!" one of the nurses called excitedly as I collapsed back
onto the sheets, a newborn infant's cry resounding throughout the room.
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I shot up off the bed, chest heaving.
In the cold darkness, the sound of my breathing seemed terribly loud as I
sat soaked in perspiration, my heart thudding painfully fast in my chest.
I clutched myself tightly as I stared up at the ceiling for a minute,
trying to let my pulse settle down from it's furious rhythm. The bedsheets
clung to my body like a second skin, they were so wet with my sweat.
Glancing over worriedly, I saw that Karen was somehow still blissfully
asleep, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Again. It was the third time this week.
I was almost scared to look down, even though I knew it couldn't be there;
but phantom sensations still trickled over me, and I could swear that
heavy, yet yielding weight sat comfortably on my thighs.
After a couple of minutes, I dared to sneak a peek down at myself.
"Baby, you okay?"
I practically catapulted myself straight up off the bed at the sudden break
in the silence.
Karen shifted slightly on the bed as she moved closer to me. "Another bad
dream?"
My breath going out of me in a slow exhale, I put my head in my hands as I
once again let my pulse settle down. "Yeah." I hesitated for a few
moments. "Just another bad dream," I added, softly.
A moment later I felt her arms wrap around my chest, and then the soft
warmth of her breasts pressing into my back. "Is there anything I can do
to help?" Karen asked softly, resting her chin on my shoulder as she held
me.
I shook my head. "I'll make an appointment with the doctor tomorrow, maybe
it's just stress or something," I said with a faint smile. It was more
than that of course, but even after weeks of thinking about it almost
nonstop, I still couldn't figure out how to tell her. "I'll be alright,
don't worry" I added, turning and likewise wrapping my arms around Karen.
Although she'd had to switch from one to the other, I could still feel her
soft breathing as she rested her chin on my shoulder, the rest of her body
warm in my arms. "You promise you'll go and see a doctor tomorrow?" she
asked.
I couldn't help but smile into her hair a little bit. Karen was such a
worry-wart, but it was one of the things about her I found so endearing.
"I promise," I replied, hugging her tight. "You need to get back to sleep
though, you've got that job interview tomorrow morning," I added, pulling
back slightly.
"God, you had to point that out, didn't you?" Karen asked, pulling back a
little herself and throwing her head back in weary resignation.
"Just trying to take care of my lady," I pointed out with a small smile,
rubbing her back.
"Mmmm..." she murmured, closing her eyes for a moment. "You know, if you
really wanted to do that, you could just win the lottery," she added, with
what I suspected was a faint smile, although I couldn't be sure since she
was still leaning her head back.
"Funny funny," I replied, still kneading the small of her back. "I mean
it, you should get back to sleep, you want to be at your best tomorrow."
Pausing for a moment, I pulled my hands back and sighed, lowering my head.
"I'm sorry I woke you."
"It's okay," Karen replied a moment later, straightening up and raising my
chin to where my gaze met hers. "I just want you to be alright."
She met her lips to mine then, and as her arms wrapped around my neck, my
arms once again found their position on the small of her back.
It wasn't a passionate kiss; just something gentle and loving that lasted
for a few moments. But it did make me feel better. "You," I murmured
foolishly, and relishing it, "are one awesome woman."
"Nice of you to mention it on occasion," Karen whispered in reply, resting
her head on my chest for the next couple of minutes.
"Well, I'm also awesome that way," I replied, still foolishly, and, you
guessed it, relishing it. I wanted to stay that way for a lot longer, but
biological urges and the still-present sweat from earlier precluded
pursuing it any more.
Pulling back and (regretfully) disentangling myself from my wife's embrace,
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and got to my feet. "Well, I
guess since I'm the one that wet the bed, I'll change the sheets," I said,
going over to the linen closet and grabbing a towel in addition to the
spare set of sheets that we kept.
"Ho hum," Karen replied softly, her gaze remaining on my figure as I wiped
myself down, drying off the sweat from earlier.
It didn't take long to change the sheets - we kept a spare set in the
bedroom closet, and with Karen's help it didn't take more than a few
minutes to get the spare sheets changed out for the one's that I had
literally soaked in sweat.
As Karen climbed back under the sheets, I hesitated, somewhat weary on the
one hand, but not-yet willing to go back to sleep on the other.
"You're not coming to bed?" Karen asked, looking over her shoulder.
I shook my head. "I've still got a bit of adrenaline left in me," I said,
bending down and then hefting the sweat-soaked sheets in my arms. "I'll go
throw these in the wash and then see if I can't get a head-start on our
taxes," I replied. April was a little less than two months away, and we'd
been hoping to itemize our taxes this year.
Karen's face as she looked back at me was a mix of both worry and love.
"Okay, but don't stay up too late, you've also got work in the morning."
"Aye aye, mon capitan," I replied with a cheesy smile and a salute.
Not bothering to dignify my stupidity, Karen simply turned over and went
back to bed.
Carrying my load down the stairs and into the laundry room, I stewed in the
cauldron of my thoughts.
Ever since the incident at the mall, I'd felt somewhat off-kilter, and I
had a sneaking suspicion (read: I'm clueless, so a certainty) that Karen
could tell something was the matter. The vivid, and somewhat terrifying
dreams that had become the norm over the last few weeks probably weren't
helping either.
It was coming up on the one-month anniversary since that shopping escapade
gone-awry, and instead of gradually fading into the back of my mind, it
seemed to be intruding more and more into my daily life. My work wasn't
suffering yet because of it, but I was worried that if these dreams kept
up, that might not be the case soon.
Add in all the anxiety and the worry on my part and it was a surprise that
I hadn't gone nuts yet.
Of course, the pinnacle of irony was that I still hadn't gotten fitted for
that suit that we had gone to the mall for, nearly a month before.
But then again, crazy as it might all have seemed, I had to wonder whether
I was just making mountains out of molehills. What had happened at the
mall could have just been some kind of freaky allergic reaction, and like
I'd told Karen a few minutes ago, the dreams could have just been the
result of stress.
I was, perhaps, even more screwed over by the fact that Karen's mother had
recently come into a green tea diet in the last couple of weeks that seemed
nigh on the verge of fanaticism - at least, from the perspective of anyone
not chugging the substance.
She'd been on a rigorous green tea diet since then, which, of course, when
Karen called her to get advice for my 'stomach pains' got passed onto me.
Normally I didn't have a problem with green tea, but after two liters a day
of the stuff for the last two weeks, I was about ready to declare unending
war on our teapot.
Flipping on the light switch for the laundry room, I dumped my load of
linens on the floor and was about to get started on the wash when my eyes
landed on hung picture frame in the hallway.
It was one of our wedding photos, with not only us and our immediate
families, but also our extended families gathered around. Standing next to
Karen was her cousin Miranda, her belly generously swollen with her second
child. All of the womenfolk had of course ooh'd and aah'd over her, and
made a great, happy fuss each time the baby would kick, Karen included.
When Miranda had told her that she couldn't wait until Karen was also
pregnant, Karen had shyly smiled and said she couldn't wait as well, but I
wasn't so sure.
Far from being enamored with the thought, I was pretty sure Karen was
actually scared of it. She'd never told me as much of course, and I'd
never asked her about it, but I just had a hunch. The way she'd get all
uptight and nervous whenever anyone asked her when we were going to start a
family, heck, even the look of detached calm that she'd had the first time
we talked about it, just after our honeymoon.
It was kind of funny actually - Karen was great with children, although she
always protested the fact vehemently. And she had plenty of brothers and
sisters; truthfully, I'd been overwhelmed the first time I'd met all of
them at one of her family reunions.
But I still had a hunch that my wife was scared of getting pregnant.
Biting my lip, I glanced down at my pajama-clad stomach.
"You know, we don't even have the money to raise a baby right now, and we
both are" I paused, "well, hopefully going to have full-time jobs, so it's
not like there'd be anyone to take care of you," I muttered, still staring
down at the flat slenderness of my stomach, which, like most stomachs,
didn't say much.
"And besides, Karen and I were planning to wait a few years before..." I
trailed off, my gaze going unfocused. I was going to say, 'Before starting
a family' but I suddenly realized that nearly two years had passed since
Karen and I had talked about that.
Had it really been that long? The last time we'd spoken about it, Karen
had just been finishing up her master's degree, and Liv had been about to
start high school.
"Holy crap, it really has been that long," I muttered, rubbing a hand
across my face. I'd been so preoccupied with my increased workload at the
office and, more recently, with Karen's near-meltdown over working on her
doctoral thesis that I'd lost track of time.
Although two years might have been closer to Alzheimer's than losing track
of time.
As my gaze drifted back to my middle, I had to wonder - had I really been
putting it off? I didn't like to think of myself as one to put things off,
even if I didn't like the possibilities that ensued. But still - over
seven-hundred and thirty days. What else could I call it?
As I stared down at myself, another thought occurred to me. I had worn a
thirty-four inch waist since high school, and even throughout college that
hadn't changed. But as I began to visualize what it would be like for that
number to begin rapidly ballooning upwards, I started to worry more and
more. Most guys probably thought of it changing by a few inches albeit,
and I was thinking of dozens, but still.
The thought suddenly seemed absolutely terrifying, as if my entire life
would crumble around me if it somehow came to pass. I was a guy! Never
mind the rest of society and the kind of stir it would create there - what
would my friends think? What would my parents think?
What would Karen think? My heart suddenly clenched as I imagined the look
of disgust and horror that would probably grace her features upon finding
out.
Taking deep breaths, I forced those thoughts out of my mind. First, guys
couldn't get pregnant; crazy dreams or no, that's all they were, just
dreams. Second, even if I were to somehow impossibly get pregnant, Karen
was a very open-minded woman, and I didn't think she'd react that way.
Well, I hoped.
Still though, there was a lot to think about, and from what I'd heard, now
matter how much you tried to prepare for it, parenthood was a lot like
jumping out of a window with a condom on - whether you came inside or
outside, it still created a gooey mess for someone to clean up.
Not to mention our mortgage and the utility bills, how would we pay for
those?
And finally there was Karen's student loans, which I probably shouldn't
even have been worrying about, but there it was.
"So there you go, kiddo," I said softly, staring once again down at the
flatness of my stomach, at this point really more to convince myself more
than anything. "We're just not ready for you yet."
Once again, my stomach played the sage, just staring back at me
inscrutably.
It's a funny feeling, being stared at by yourself.
With an exasperated sigh, I turned and gently banged my head against the
wall a few times. I was a man who was talking to his phantom pregnant
belly. Yup, I'd gone off the deep end, alright.
As I stood there with my head pressed against the wall, my gaze wandered
about the laundry room until finally landing on what had brought me down
there in the first place.
"Well, idle hands make the devil's work," I said with a sigh, grabbing the
washing powder off the shelf and getting to work.
After I'd finished tossing all the sheets and pillowcases in the washer, I
turned and leaned back against it with a sigh.
I'd shared all kinds of crazy dreams with Karen over the years, and she'd
taken them pretty well, most of the time with humor even. And she'd done
the same thing with me, too.
So why couldn't I bring myself to tell her what was going on?
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