A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay 53

A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay

Chapter 53

-VB-

We had this plan, you know? Amy would get into the hospital before she gives birth. We did that. She would have the best services the entire country could provide because between the Elite wanting to bootlick us if only to keep us out of their way and the PRT/Protectorate who continued to benefit the most from Amy’s hospital work, everyone important wanted her safe.

It didn’t make her screams and grunts any easier to hear.

My legs vibrated too fast for most people to see, and I knew that I was being a hassle to the staff with how my powerful legs were causing a slight tremor around me.

I froze to a stand still when the midwife (a man) walked out of the room. He had a lot of blood on the front of his uniform.

He smiled with his eyes and gestured for me to come in but held a finger over his mask.

I nearly burst into the hospital room but remained as quiet as the midwife asked me to be.

Sweaty and exhausted, Amy looked up with bags under her eyes and smiled from atop her birthing bed.

And in her arms was a bundle of cloth with a baby inside it.

“Come meet your daughter, Alan,” she smiled gently, holding herself up on pure adrenaline.

I moved quicker than I intended to and was by her bedside in less than a tenth of a second.

Held in her arms was a red faced baby as raw as babies came minutes after birth.

My lips trembled as she wordlessly held out our daughter for me to hold. My arms gently wrapped around and under the bundle and held her myself.

“Hi.” Lame, Alan. Super lame. Hi? That’s the best you could do? “Welcome to the world.”

Amy giggled.

“I decided on a name.”

I shifted my attention from our daughter to Amy.

“Yeah?” I asked curiously. We’d previously agreed that I’d name the boys and she would name her girls just as Vicky would name any girls she gave birth to.

“Olenna.”

I blinked. “Like the old lady from the Aleph Game of Thrones show?”

Being rich like we were meant that we had access to a lot more things that normal people didn’t have. Early access to TV shows from alternate Earths was one such thing.

“Yes. I want her to grow up to be a wise and shrewd girl,” Amy nodded resolutely before she leaned back and sighed.

“Go get some rest,” I said as I caressed her hair before planting a brief kiss on her forehead.

The midwife walked up to me and silently asked for the baby. All babies had a ton of procedures they went through to check up on their health, and while Amy could make sure of it, they still wanted everything from weight and height measurement to vitamin K administration.

I let them, gently handing off Olenna.

Now, I had an announcement to make.

I walked back out and saw the rest of New Wave waiting for me.

I gave them a beaming smile. “They’re both okay!”

Despite my misgivings, Carol let out the biggest sigh of relief among them all followed by Vicky.

“Amy’s sleeping, so we’ll see her maybe tomorrow,” I said in addition. Vicky protested a little but she gave up after a moment or two. Vicky and  I, on the other hand, walked into the hospital room to join Amy in her sleep. It’s been an awfully long seven hours that felt even longer than that.

-VB-

♦Topic: A Little Reminder and Warning -Rabbit

In: Boards ► North America ► East Coast ► Brockton Bay

TheRabbit (Original Poster)(Verified Cape)(New Wave)
Posted on September 26, 2011:
Good morning, Brockton Bay.

Most of you who heard of me know me as Rabbit. My name, however, is Alan Marris of New Wave and I have a message to Brockton Bay. Heroics is my hobby and one I participate because my wife, Amelia Marris aka Panacea, asks of me not because I am interested in good karma. So, yes, you may thank Panacea for the lives I’ve saved and collateral damage I’ve prevented.

Because she is the topic of this little reminder and warning.

You see, we just welcomed our firstborn daughter into this world. Her name is Olenna Marris, and both of us would do a lot for her sake.

This also means ensuring that our city remains calm. Panacea will be out for another few weeks if not for a full month and then some. This means that the most expedient and best healing service in all of the world will be out of commission. My wife needs her rest and I very much intend to give it to her.

That’s your reminder.

This is your warning.

To not make me go over there. I don’t care if you run a business. I don’t care if you run a crime ring. My wife and my daughters come first to me and anything - anything - that pulls me away from them in this critical stage of our lives will receive no mercy from me. I will remind you that I am one of the fifty-two capes in the entire world that tanked Leviathan’s strikes and being a Brute is not my main power but a secondary effect of my main power: growth.

I have grown significantly since then.

Here is a video to show you just how much.

A third of the capes in the bay will answer my call if I call for war on Panacea’s behalf.

Do not test me on this. In fact, ask the rest of the capes what happened to Empire Eighty-Eight.

I simply don’t care.

Do not make me start caring because if it comes down to a mugger taking my time and throwing him into the ocean, I will choose the latter.

Again, do not make me go over there. That’s all.

XxVoid_CowboyxX
Posted on September 26, 2011:

FIRST!

Also, are we sure this guy’s a hero? He sounds more like a cartoon villain.