REAL Old Fashioned: a BMW & GMW Spanking Story

Ch. 10/P. 3: A Whole New World (TW: the miracle of childbirth)

Shawn's POV:

I'm freaking out right now. This cannot be happening. She can't have the baby now. Not NOW. First off, I don't know what I'm supposed to do here. I mean, this baby is coming right now, and Farkle isn't even here. Isn't it customary for the father of the child to be present by the mother's side? Not the father of the soon-to-be mother! At least Topanga's here. If she weren't here, I'd be royally screwed. Enough about me...This is not about me. Topanga was right. I need to stay strong for Maya. I. Need. To. Stay. Strong. I don't think I can be what she needs...

Topanga poked her head into the labor suite to check on Maya after having gone to the bathroom.

"Maya, are you decent? Can Shawn and I come in?" Topanga chimed. "Oh, poor thing."

Maya looked as if she had ran two marathons and skipped a night of sleep. "I'm decent. Y'all can come in."

Before they could take a step into the room, the doctor and a couple of nurses pushed passed them in a frenzy. "We've got to make this quick. Since we induced her, this baby has not been patient." He donned gloves, lifted Maya's gown, and performed the usual inspection. Shawn's knees went weak, shocked that the doctor would be so forward, especially in front of him, the father of Maya (not the baby-daddy). He shot a look of panic at Topanga. Topanga grabbed his arm forcefully and pulled him toward a chair, making him snap back into a rational state.

"Um...doctor? How much longer is this gonna be?" Shawn asked nervously, as if he were a five year old asking about the duration of a car ride.

"It's not up to me. I haven't the faintest..." The doctor couldn't finish because Maya let out a window-shattering scream. "Wow...that was super quick. I can already see the head crowning."

Shawn grabbed Topanga's leg and squeezed hard. His face looked as if he had seen a ghost. "Oh, Shawn. Let go. I'm going to take a closer look. You'll be fine." Topanga said, nonchalantly. She uncurled his stiff fingers. "Come with me. You can't miss a miracle like this." She pulled him toward the commotion of the nurses, the doctor, and the hyperventilating Maya. Everything in him wanted to bolt, but he remained (probably because he simply couldn't find an ounce of strength in himself to move). Tears clouded his vision, which somehow gave him a sense of relief to not have to watch every detail of this gruesome scene. He hated seeing his daughter in this much agony.

"Alright, give me one big push." The doctor declared. The nurses and Topanga behind him cheered.

"Shawn, hold Maya's hand." Topanga grabbed Shawn's hand and curled it on top of Maya's. Maya clutched his hand in a death grip. Shawn's screech of pain matched Maya's high-pitched wail as she breathed through the last few minutes of the delivery. Then the most incredible sound filled the room: the cry of a new life meeting a whole new world. Everyone cheered and sighed in relief at the sight of a healthy baby with ten toes and ten fingers. "Shawn, it's a...girl!" Shawn's dazed expression warned those around him he was about to pass out, and sure enough, he did. Thankfully, the nurses had dealt with this time and time again. They revived him enough to get him out of the way and tend to Maya and the baby. Suddenly, a loud bang came from the doorway. A shaken-up Farkle stood panting. His face lit up to see his Maya with his baby in her arms. He couldn't be more pleasantly in shock.

"Maya, I'm so glad you and the baby are alright...I...tried to make it..." Farkle pulled Maya into his warm embrace and stared in awe at this new spectacle.

"It's a girl, Farkle." Maya said as she laughed. "You know what that means."

"Yes, I do. Our own offspring...Our little girl meets the world! (cheesy, I know)" Farkle stated in wonder.

"Well, yes...but tell everyone her name." Maya prompted impatiently.

"Awe! Yes. It's...get this...Evanescence Nirvana-Tetris-Leia. We're gonna call her Evie for short." Farkle announced enthusiastically.