My skin feels like a thousand trolls stomping their hideous feet. Pregnant? How? Jonathan pounds on the plastic of the play place. Lin's face looks incongruous when he cries. He doesn't want to be a grandpa. Not yet. Lin steps out of the coffin and the Doctor gracefully drops me into it.
"Whoa there!" he neighs. "You're as pregnant as an exploding keg of beef flavored lard!"
Surprisingly, I did always see Joffrey as a grandfather.
I hear whispers from the camera crew. 'Immaculate conception', they say. What does that mean? Before I have time to think about that a feeling like the entire globe smushing my pelvis encroaches my putrid body. My stomach is as big as a boat. My mind wanders to a safe place: Jonathan's butt. A scream rips through my throat as another contraction tears through my abdomen.
"Alright Midgey-Moo! Time to go!" The Doctor says hurriedly.
Begonia is my midwife. She spits on my belly and rubs the salvia in circles.
"Okay dah-ling, on the count of three I need you to push."
"Why?" I gurgle.
"Don't ask questions. This is going to happen sooner or later", Begonia mutters.
The entire original Broadway cast of Hamilton joins in on the countdown, slapping their thighs. Jonathan smacks the plastic window of the play place.
"1
2
3"
I scream at the top of lungs. I feel a pop. What if it isn't a baby? What if my dream about Jonathan has merit? What if I'm the mother of a groundhog? Before I have time to think about that, I feel something plop into the casket between my legs, spoiling the lovely pink satin. Eagerly, I lift it up. I hear an obscene scream from the back. It's Leslie on his tiptoes, "What's it's name man?"
"It's a—" I hesitate while I look. "Wait a
minute. There's nothing there!"
"Oh, sweet child o' God" Begonia murmurs nervously.
"It's as genderless as a snail lost in a cornfield filled with pomegranate trees!", exclaims the Doctor.
Without a word the baby floats out of my grip. The baby hovers, winks, and evaporates.
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Adopted by Lin Manuel Miranda
Teen FictionMidge Jorbyn is eleven years old, living with her evil foster dad Joffrey. Everything seems fine from the outside, but she walks to school with the lunch she packed. Nobody knows what she's holdin' back. Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday, sh...
