And Baby Makes*
By David B. Swanton


        The girl was startled when she was kicked in the stomach.  The pain
wasn't unbearable She had been in many fights before but this was
different.  The kick came from inside of her.  She placed a hand down to
her expanded belly and looked.  She saw the bulge of her stomach and
looked in disgust at the green maternity dress with yellow ducks on it.
It was her fiancée's gift to her.  Her own clothes no longer fit her
properly.  It was just another reminder of her dishonor.  She remembers
her father crying in the shame of what she had done.  He had questioned
her who the father was, but she would not tell him.  It happen at a
party some friends had given at the end of the school year.  They went
together as a couple.  It was the first time that they went on a date
and it was their own idea.  The party was fun every one was glad to be
out of school for another year.  Some of the kids were swimming.  They
for reasons of their own they decided to avoid the pool.  Others were
drinking beer, and getting a bit drunk.  They both had refused at first,
martial artist did not like being out of control, but gave in, in the
end.  Every one was so surprised on how well the couple was getting
along.  The two were usually fighting or calling each other names.
After the party on their way home, the two stopped in the park.  Feeling
drunk of alcohol and the new found love between each other they made
love.  It was euphoric, the passion and the heat of their bodies in the
coolness of the summers night could not be explained.  This was the
first time for both of them.  They were glad it was with each other.  It
was ironic how ecstasy is quickly changed to shame.  How could they
know?  Now she carried the shame. She was three months pregnant when she
returned to school.  The girls looked at her with disdain; the boys
looked at her with disbielf.  The claims of not being interested in boys
were broken; here was a girl that put out.  Her fiancée stood beside her
the whole time, wanting to tell the truth to everyone but she would not
have it.  This was her doing and she would bear the indignity.  Abortion
was never an option.  It was a martial artist duty to protect the frail
and the week.  What could be weaker or frailer than an unborn child? 

        The baby kicked again, she slowed her pace a little. "What's wrong?"
Her fiancée asked in concern. "Nothing." She replied "just a little
tired."  It frustrated the girl, she was use to running to school.  Her
fiancée slowed down as well, they wouldn't be late they left extra early
today.  They didn't want to get on the teacher's bad side.  The child
like teacher was ready to exact punishment the first day back from
summer break but reframe in fear of hurting the unborn.  This didn't
mean she went easy on the girl, just had to change the type of
punishment.  The months seem to stretch out for an eternity.  Some of
her friends finally came around seeing if she was ok.  Some of her
fiancée's friends were trying to help her in any way they could.  With
the circle of friends around her protecting her no one dared to comment
on her condition in a malice way.  All the while her fiancée was there
beside her longing to help but feeling helpless.

        Another pain this was different from the others.  She would ignore it.
She was strong after all.  The doctor was helpful he explained in detail
on what to expect during the next few months.  He had misgivings about
her carrying the baby.  "You don't have to do this." He said echoing her
fiancée's words.  "I have to do it if at all possible." was her reply.
The one thing that the couple wanted to know more than anything was the
curse would be handed down to their offspring.  This was the only thing
the doctor couldn't tell them, for he did not know.

        Pain again, this time stronger.  "What's wrong with me today?" She said
out loud.  "Are you ok?" Came a frantic response from her fiancée.
Worry for the girl and the baby was clear.  It was less than two weeks
till the delivery date.  The girl was told to stay at home but she was
stubborn.  "I'm fine." She said.  Then falling to the ground clutching
her sides said, "Better get the doctor."  Her fiancée dropped a pile of
books and ran.  The doctor's clinic was just around the corner.
Returning as fast as possible with the doctor and a stretcher.  They
carried her to the examing room.  "Its time." The doctor said calmly.
"I'll need your help." He said to the girl's partner. 

Pain like a knife filled her.  "Its ok. I'm here." Came a soothing
voice.  A damp cloth wiped her red bangs from her sweaty brow.  She
looked up and smiled at the liquid brown eyes of her fiancée, a cute
girl with short blue black hair. The girl smiled back tears rolling down
the soft skin of her cheek. "You didn't have to do this.  I would have
carried the baby full term."  The red hair girl looked back and winced
in pain not just of the labor but of the turmoil that she put her love
through.  "No" she said simply " this was my lack of discipline that
caused this.  When the doctor told me he could transfer the baby from
you to me without any danger to you or our child that's when I knew my
course of action."  Her breathing started to get shallow.  The pain was
something no man should ever go through, she thought to herself.
"Push!" cried the doctor. The black hair girl held her fiancée's hand
tightly speaking in soothing tones.  Finally after what seemed to be an
eternity the pain stopped.  Tired, sweaty and sore she could hear the
baby crying.  "It's a boy." The doctor said as he placed the child into
her arms.  Tears of joy and exhaustion rolled down her cheeks.  The
black hair girl was relived and angry that this experience was denied
her.  Taking the damp cloth and wiping the brow of the*  The what?  The
father or was it mother of her child.  She did not know what her place
was in this relationship.  As sensing her dilemma the red hair girl
handed the boy to her and said with a smile.  "Here is your son.  I love
you."  And the tears would not stop as she looked at the red hair girl
and replied "I love you too." And she kissed her on the
forehead.                   

Author's notes:  I wrote this story in a morning.  The thought of how
Ranma would react if he became pregnant intruiged me, but the question
of how came to mind.  I thought in a world where a boy turns into a girl
there must be a way to transfer a baby from on woman to another. A sort
of test tube baby thing.  The other thing was the style of writing to
use. This way left alot to the imagination as well a little suspence. I
like the results but feel its to short mayby I will write a second
version to companion this story. If this sounds good to you please write
me at:  swanton@sympatico.ca



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