Mona

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I was so nervous, all I wanted to do was hold my baby girl in my arms but I knew something wasn't right... something was very, very wrong.


Twinkle:  Something's wrong... 

Shawn:  What? What's wrong?

Twinkle:  There's a burning pain... I need the doctor.

Shawn:  Okay, we'll get her, I just pressed the button to call her. You can do this, Twinkle.

Twinkle:  The baby...

Shawn:  The baby will be fine. In no time at all we'll be holding her in our arms.

Twinkle:  Owwwwww! Oh god, it hurts...

Shawn:  I'm so sorry this is happening to you! It's all my fault.

Twinkle:  No, it's not.

Shawn:  That's okay, you can be mad at me all you want.

Twinkle:  Like the time you... you laughed at my snoring, you couldn't catch a breath from how hard you were laughing!

Shawn:  [Giggles]  I'm sorry, I will never laugh at your snoring again.

Twinkle:  Good!

Shawn:  I just hope our daughter is a much quieter sleeper.

Twinkle:   Shawn! 

Shawn:  Okay, I'm sorry.

Twinkle:  Ahhh! The pain is getting worse! Where's the doctor?!

(Doctor comes in 2 minutes later.)

Doctor:  Okay, Twinkle... I just checked your vitals and it looks like she's twisted in an odd angle...

Twinkle:  Oh my god!

Shawn:  How can we fix it? What can I do?

Doctor:  We need to wait about 10 minutes... don't worry, she'll be okay! Just try and keep yourself calm while we get ready. [Walks out again]

Twinkle:  Oh god, 10 minutes?! What am I going to do for 10 minutes? I'm so frustrated! I can't take this anymore!

Shawn:  Hold on... I have an idea... 


Twinkle:  Blair? Not that I'm not happy to see you, but... I'm a little busy.

Blair:  I'm here for a distraction and to help with your frustrations.

Twinkle:  What do you mean?

Blair:  Tell me something I do that annoys you.

Twinkle:  Seriously?

Blair:  Yes! Let me have it.

Twinkle:  Okay, you... well, I guess you're a bit superficial when it comes to guys. You expect perfection... and I don't think it's right, you'll be happier if you relax a little.

Blair:  All true. Did that make you feel better?

Twinkle:  Actually, it did. I've kept a lot bottled up inside this year, feels good to let it out.

Blair:  Good. I'll go get Max! You need to let him have it, too! [Walks out and gets Max in]


Max:  Alright, let me have it!

Twinkle:  Sometimes you make everything out to be a joke, I don't know if it's a defense mechanism or what, but... I think you play around too much.

Max:  You know me too well.

Twinkle:  Whew, I appreciate you letting me vent my frustrations. You really are a true friend.

Max:  [Giggles]  Thanks and this was fun, maybe we should do it once a year. The venting, I mean, not the delivery!

Twinkle:  [Giggles]  See, Max, this is exactly what I meant. But thanks for making me laugh, tell Blair I love her and I love you too. Thank you both.

Max:  Anytime. Now get to delivering! We've got a baby to meet.

Twinkle:  I'll try.

(Max walks out and Shawn comes back in.)


Shawn:  There's one more person...

Twinkle:  Mark?

Shawn:   Yes. Do you want to see him one more time... you know, before the doctor comes back?

Twinkle:  No. That's it for now, I'm in a lot of pain.

(Doctor comes back in.)

Doctor:   Alright, Twinkle...Shawn... are you two ready to meet your daughter?

Twinkle:  So ready, doc! I want to meet her more than anything!

Shawn:  Atta girl! You can do this!




After 1 hour later...

Twinkle:   She's perfect.

Shawn:  You're perfect.

Twinkle:  Look at her... she looks just like you.

Shawn:   I know. I... but I hope she's like you, she'll be better off that way.

Twinkle:  Why would you say that?

Shawn:  I'm the wild one, and a high school dropout... everyone around us was probably hoping this baby was Mark's.

Twinkle:  No. It happened as it was supposed to happen. The rest we can figure out later.

Shawn:  She is perfect, isn't she?

Twinkle:  So perfect.

Shawn:   Are we going to name her...

Twinkle:   Mona. We're going to name her Mona.

Shawn:   Mona. I love that.

Twinkle:   Me too. Hi, Mona... I'm your mommy, one day I'm going to tell you all about how you got here and you'll know then how much you are loved.

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