Terminal 1

Angel....in Disguise

Three days later....

Knock, knock, knock

"Come in..." the door opens, "Hello Dr. Fisher..." "Hello Taylor's, how are you?" "Ready to get this over with," Fatima huffed, "I'm so sick of being pregnant..."

Zac kisses her temple, "Don't touch me." "Sorry." Zac uttered, having a seat. Completely scared for his life.

"Well Fatima if you like, I can see how many centimeters you are, that way we can determine if you're able to get an epidural to subside the labor pains." Dr. Fisher suggested.

"No thank you Dr. Fisher." Fatima utters, "I'm already having back pains, Zac more ice." "Yes, my beautiful and most gracious, merciful wife. Right away..." he said as he grabbed her ice cup, running off to the ice machine.

"Is everything alright..." "Yup. He just knows it's all his fault and he's gonna die if I get knocked up again before this child goes to college..." Fatima reiterated getting a little more comfortable.

Dr. Fisher snickers as she washed her hands then placed on gloves. "Well it looks like your contractions are 10 minutes apart now so it shouldn't be long."

"Dr. Fisher, I swear it doesn't feel like that though." As she spread her legs for Dr. Fisher to examine her. "I feel the need to push." Zac comes back in the room.

"Here's your ice." "Thank y...Zac don't kiss me" "Sorry." He utters again, on the side of caution.

"Oh Boy." "What?" "Zac can you press the nurses button? "Sure but what's going on?" "That need to push you've been having..." "Yeah," "Well it's time to do it because his water bag is right here..."

"Oh shit! Let me see." Zac mumbled with excitement.

He gets down there to see Fatima wide open the amniotic sac doing a peek-a-boo dance.

"That's...." "Yup. That's your son." Dr Fishers says, as the nurses come in, she positioned the mirror for Fatima to see, her eyes widened, "Oh my..."

"You ready to push." "YES!" "Ok I'm going to burst the amniotic sac and the pain is going to intensify but it'll be over before you know it because he's literally right there,

"Ok." Fatima said as Zac instantly grabbed her hand.

Dr. Fisher takes an amnihook from the nurse, carefully placing it inside of Fatima. "Here we go." She says, as Zatima braced themselves.

Water gushes on to the hospital, "Push Fatima." She tells her instantly.

She does so, screaming from the pain, Zac looks down seeing his son's head come out,

His eyes roll to the back of his head, as he loses a breath within his body and sense of reality. He faints with a loud thud to the floor.

"Oh my God..." Fatima utters as she continues.

2 hours later....

"I told ya he what'n gon' make it." Big Ma chuckled, holding her newest great-grandchild in her arms.

"Showing him 'em birthing videos..." "I swear, the last video we watched, he was fine..." "Yeah but it's nothing like seeing that shit in person." Nicholas and Richard uttered, with a chuckle laugh, shaking their heads with a stank face from experience.

The hospital room door opens, they hear groaning, as the wheelchair is being pushed by the nurse.

"Here you are Mr. Taylor." The nurse says, "Thank you." Zac groaned in pain.

"The medication should kick in at any moment, Mr. Taylor.." she tells him, noticing he's being overly dramatic.

"Thank you." Amanda says, taking Zac from the nurse.