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The Birth of the A-Team

The Birth of the A-Team

By Tee

 

Rating G

In Honor of the Anniversary of the A-Team Show

 

 

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The Birth of the A-Team

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She lay back and gave a couple of deep shuddering breaths. Looking up at the ceiling, she gave a half laugh. "I missed a few cobwebs."

 

He looked over his shoulder, his blue eyes sparkling. "You think of the silliest things at the strangest times."

 

It hadn't been her idea to give birth at home. No, they'd had a plan. One that didn't work out quite right, but this was okay, too. 

She was on the floor of the living room, lying on a Montgomery Ward's blanket, propped up with a few pillows.

 

"How ya' doin', honey?"

 

She laughed again. "Better than you, I think. I don't think you have a single drop of color left in your face."

 

He grinned at her. That breath-taking grin that lit his face and warmed her heart.

 

Suddenly she grimaced and bore down again. "Oh-oh-oh. I think this is it."

 

He rubbed her shaking legs.  This hadn't been his plan at all. He'd wanted to take her into town, to the new hospital that had just opened yesterday. She'd giggled that she would have the first baby born there, but that wasn't to be either. Someone else had done that less than 20 minutes after the doors opened. 

 

"I think you're right." Whatever he'd thought of plans and promises was gone, as he did all he could to make the birth of his son a happy and memorable occasion.  He wrapped the boy in a clean blue towel and cleaned him off as best he could, before laying him on his mother's heaving breast.

 

"Oh, he's beautiful."

 

"Listen to the lungs on that boy. I've heard elephants that were quieter." He ran a finger gently down the boy's cheek, and then down his wife's. 

 

"I still want to name him John." She had been looking at the boy, but she turned those cornflower blue eyes up at him.

 

With a sigh, he realized he could refuse her nothing. "John Smith. What a handle to stick on a boy." The pitch of the baby's cries was getting softer, more relaxed, and finally it stopped altogether. "I still say any kid of mine is destined for greatness. A leader of men. You can name him what you want, but I'm going to call him Hannibal."

 

She rolled her eyes but gave him no argument. She never could win an argument with him. There was just something about her man that made that impossible. And somehow, she knew her son would be the same.

 

This was just the beginning.

 

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By T. Fischer

January 2004

 

 

 


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