Hamiltots

Cake, Penguin, New, Running

As George stood, holding his wife's hand as she struggled to get a baby out of her, he thought of his vows.

That's right. It's flashback time people.

"Martha. Simple and elegant, funny and charming." George sighed, and looked into his bride-to-be's eyes. "There are a lot f words in the world. Cake, penguin, new, running. But nothing describes the way I feel about you. Nothing makes me happier than you. The feeling I get in my stomach, the fluttering sensation I get just from looking at you? That's love. I have never loved anyone as much as you Martha Dunstock. I love you more than anything in this life, I will always put your needs above mine. And so, for some words that describe my wife." He paused, waiting for everyone's attention to be on him. "Cake." A few people snickered. "Penguin." Some more joined in. "New, running." Now whole parts of the crowd were laughing. "Beautiful, fantastic. Love."

George turned back to his wife, who's face was contorted to make the scariest expression known to man. She was bright red and screeching at the top of her lungs. I mean, you would be too if you had what was happening to her happening to you. George held her hand and gently rubbed the back of her hand. "It's okay babe."
"No!" She squealed. "It feels like somebody poured acid into my stomach."
"Ma'am." One of the nurses said kindly. "We are going to need to perform a c-section." He continued, placing a hand on George's shoulder. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"She's high-risk!" George exclaimed.
"I know, we'll do everything we can to make sure she and the baby survive."The nurse said, he wiped sweat from his mustache.