Chapter Fifty-Six - Gladys

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"Push, Nassa and Alkippe. I see his head." I say as I hold my hands out. Wheatley is holding Nassa's hand, and I can see the sweat dripping off him. "Cmon." It was a stress inducing task, to deliver a baby. I should know.

I did it twice.

Nassa and Alkippe screamed. A lot. I watched the baby slowly get pushed out-

And then it slipped into my arms.

I smiled a bit, which was unlike me, but this was my grandson. How could I not be happy. I stand up and cut the umbilical cord, taking the baby to the medical table. I washed him off, cleared his airways, and put him into a diaper, wrapping the crying boy into a blue blanket and hand him to his mothers. "Congratulations. It's a baby boy."

Nassa and Alkippe cradled him gently, now smiling just barely. The baby wailed, eased by the touch of his mother. I smile gently at the two. "What will you call him?"

"Well...I like the name Victor." Wheatley said, crying himself. I roll my eyes. Emotional baby.

"I like it too," Alkippe said.

"For once I don't disagree," Nassa added. Wheatley smiled.

"Then that should be his name. Victor Mitchell Hanity." He kissed Nassa's forehead, smiling at his son. Victor's optic booted up for the first time, illuminating his face with a bright orange. His eyes were orange with red rimming the pupil.

"Beautiful." Nassa said. I smile myself.

"An heir to the throne, Wheatley?" He chuckles at this.

"Just because I'm the leader doesn't mean he's gonna be too. It's his choice." Victor suddenly began to cry as he begins to flail with pain. I quickly take him and look for a specific spot. Where was it, where was it- There! I quickly found a small tube and insert it into the holes provided. I then take him back to Nassa.

"Here, all better. He needs equal distribution like his father." I say, giving him back to the mothers.

Nassa and Alkippe held the child close. I look over at Wheatley and he smiled.

"Thanks for the save." I chuckled.

"No child will go through pain like that again. Not while you are leading this facility."

Little did I know that I was so very wrong.

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