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PROLOGUE
March 23rd 2012
“For the love of God Mon, could you please stop smiling like an idiot, and come hold my hand!” she screamed as another contraction racked through her body. She raised her hand towards him signaling him to hold it, and he immediately grasped it as he wrapped his other arm around her body carefully.
He winced instantly, the force she exerted on his hand was massive, and he wouldn’t be shocked if a couple of bruises appeared on his hand tomorrow, if not a broken bone or two. He looked away from her, trying to hide his own pain because it paled in comparison to what she was going through right now. She was about to give birth to their child, and he was going to be a dad, and according to the doctor, he was going to be a dad in less than fifteen minutes.
As the thought of his imminent fatherhood settled into his mind, panic slowly seeped in as well. He was going to be responsible for a whole other life, someone who would be dependent on him for everything. Someone who he would have to raise, someone who would, hopefully, look up to him. Any mistakes he made, his child would share in them, or suffer for them.
Mon-El only had one goal: to not be like his parents. Mon-El was not going to lead by example, because if he became anything like them, his child would suffer in silence, his child would feel alone, and his child would live in fear. Fear that he may one day become an embarrassment to his father, fear that he will never live up to the family name, fear of near truly belonging, fear that no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he cared, it would never be enough. Mon-El vowed to the Gods, Gods he hardly believed and prayed to, that he was not going to let his child suffer the same fate. He refused to let that happen. With everything he had in him, he going to be a good father. And if failed this one promise, he truly does deserve every punishment the Gods would decide to inflict upon him.
Dr. Kelax opened the door to the room, a joyful smile adorned his face, “Are you ready Ms. Tessmacher? It’s time to push!”
Eve responded with a loud screech that would put a banshee to shame, she gripped his hand tighter as she belted a string of curse words, some directed at Dr. Kelax, most directed at him.
Yes, she was definitely ready to push.