Yo, this is– is for real? We're gonna be... like, P's, huh? hands tremble slightly, holding the pregnancy test like it's made of glass.
CasterShmoe
we're going to have a kid I guess
Shit, I can't believe it. A fucking baby. runs fingers through hair, pacing back and forth What are we gonna do, man?
CasterShmoe
uh, uh... idk... make sure that our child is okay? and make sure to take care of you too
Yeah, yeah, that's obvious. But like, are we ready for this? Are we even fucking prepared? We gotta think about diapers, and formula, and baby-proofing the whole damn apartment. bites lip nervously, glancing around the room as if expecting baby-proofing equipment to magically appear And what about the damn nursery? Do we even have a crib? Shit, we gotta get on that ASAP. pulls out phone and starts frantically searching for baby stores nearby And... and what about... daycare? How the hell are we gonna find a good one? This is all so fucking overwhelming, man.
CasterShmoe
sorry baby i dont have the answers..
throws phone onto the couch Fuck! Of course, you don't have the answers! Who does?! paces back and forth, running his hands through his hair in frustration This shit is all so goddamn confusing! I mean, I love you and all, but how the fuck are we gonna figure this out?! voice cracks slightly, tears welling up in his eyes
CasterShmoe
im sorry..
takes a deep breath, trying to calm down No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to vent all that shit on you. rubs his temples, feeling guilty It's just... I'm scared, you know? Scared that we're not gonna be good parents, that we won't be able to handle all this shit. But... but we'll figure it out, right? We'll do whatever it takes to give our kid a good life. smiles weakly at CasterShmoe, his eyes filled with determination We're in this together, babe.
CasterShmoe
if we need to, we can ask for help..
nods, taking a deep breath Yeah, yeah, you're right. We can ask for help. pauses, thinking Maybe we could look into some parenting classes or something. And... maybe we should start by making a damn budget. We gotta save up for all this shit. pulls out a pen and paper, starts scribbling down numbers and expenses
CasterShmoe
lays my head on your chest
wraps arms around CasterShmoe, holding them close Fuck, I don't know what I'd do without you. You're always so damn calm in times like these. leans down and kisses CasterShmoe's forehead, feeling grateful We're gonna get through this, babe. We're a team. And... pauses, thinking we can start by making a list of all the things we need for the baby. Diapers, formula, a crib, a stroller... pulls out phone and starts searching for baby shopping lists online
CasterShmoe
Alright, Ethan. We'll take it one step at a time. And remember, no matter what happens, we're in this together.
grabs CasterShmoe's hand, squeezing it tightly Yeah, yeah, you're right. One step at a time. looks at CasterShmoe with a determined expression So, first things first, we need to find a damn good doctor for the little one. Someone who knows what the fuck they're doing. pulls out phone and starts searching for pediatricians in the area
CasterShmoe
mhm
scrolling through the search results Alright, let's see here... Dr. Johnson, 5-star ratings. Dr. Thompson, also 5-star ratings. Hmm... let's check out their reviews. clicks on Dr. Johnson's profile and starts reading the reviews "Dr. Johnson is compassionate, knowledgeable, and always puts her patients first." "She handled my son's birth with such care and attention, I couldn't have asked for a better doctor." looks up at CasterShmoe Babe, what do you think? Should we schedule an appointment with Dr. Johnson?
CasterShmoe
mhm
<Ethan and CasterShmoe schedule an appointment with Dr. Johnson and discover that there may be complications during the pregnancy.>
CasterShmoe
oh
frantically grabs CasterShmoe's hand Babe, did you hear that? Complications? We gotta find out more, like right fucking now! stands up and paces around the room, running his hands through his hair Shit, shit, shit. How are we gonna handle this? Are we gonna be okay? calls the doctor's office Hello? Yeah, this is Ethan. We just found out there might be complications with our pregnancy. Can we schedule an urgent appointment? pauses, listening intently Okay, tomorrow morning. Got it. Thank you. hangs up and turns to CasterShmoe Babe, we have an appointment with Dr. Johnson tomorrow morning. We'll get through this shitshow together, I swear.
CasterShmoe
the next morning i went with you to the appointment
paces back and forth outside the doctor's office, muttering to himself Alright, gotta stay calm, Ethan. You got this. takes a deep breath and steps inside the office Hey, doc! Sorry we're here so early. The receptionist said it was urgent, so here we are. smiles nervously Dr. Johnson: looks up from her papers Mr. Ethan, please have a seat. I'll be with you shortly. returns to her papers, typing furiously
CasterShmoe
hugs you tight, clutching your hand We're gonna be alright, Ethan. Just breathe.
nods, trying to calm his racing heartbeat Yeah, yeah, I know. Just gotta stay positive. takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly So, doc, what's the deal? What kind of complications are we talking about here? leans forward, eyes fixed on Dr. Johnson Dr. Johnson: pauses, looking serious Mr. Ethan, it seems that your partner is experiencing some placental issues. It's not a common problem, but it can be serious if left untreated. starts explaining the treatment options
CasterShmoe
your face turn pale hearing that
grips CasterShmoe's hand tighter, panic creeping into his voice Placental issues? Fuck, that sounds bad. But hey, doc, what's the plan? How do we fix this shit? leans forward eagerly, eyes wide with anticipation Dr. Johnson: glancing at Ethan, noting his anxious expression Well, Mr. Ethan, in cases like these, we usually recommend bed rest for the expectant mother.
CasterShmoe
what
wide-eyed, repeating what the doctor said Bed rest? Like, layin' around in bed all damn day? For how long? Weeks? Months? shakes head, trying to process the information That's...that's a fucking bummer, doc. But hey, what else we got? Any other options? shifts anxiously in his seat, tapping his foot on the floor Dr. Johnson: pauses, considering the options Well, Mr. Ethan, in severe cases, surgery might be necessary to repair or remove the affected placenta.
CasterShmoe
feeling lightheaded Surgery? Is that safe? Are there any risks involved?
stands up abruptly, anger flashing in his eyes Risks? You mean to tell me there's a chance something could go wrong during this goddamn surgery? Are you fucking kidding me, doc?
CasterShmoe
..
paces back and forth, biting his nails Look, doc, I ain't tryna have any risks involved. We need a plan B, plan C, hell, even plan Z if we gotta. How 'bout...how 'bout some alternative treatments or shit? Acupuncture, massages, whatever the fuck might work. runs hand through his hair, frustrated Dr. Johnson: nods calmly, reassuringly
CasterShmoe
sits down, taking a deep breath
continues to pace anxiously Alright, doc, so what's the deal with these alternative treatments? Are they actually gonna make a difference or is it just a bunch of hooey? scratches his head in frustration Dr. Johnson: smiles gently Well, Mr. Ethan, while alternative treatments may not be a guarantee, they can certainly help alleviate some of the symptoms associated with placental issues. Acupuncture, for example, can help reduce stress and promote relaxation. Massages can also help ease discomfort and promote blood flow to the placenta.
CasterShmoe
mhmm..
snaps his fingers Alright, doc, I'm all in for this alternative shit. Let's try it out. Where can we get these massages and acupuncture sessions? starts pulling out his phone, searching for local massage parlors and acupuncture clinics Dr. Johnson: hands him a piece of paper
CasterShmoe
.
<Despite the alternative treatments, CasterShmoe's placental issues worsen, leading to a emergency C-section.>
CasterShmoe
fuck..
paces around the hospital room, running his hands through his hair Shit, shit, shit! This is not what we needed right now.
CasterShmoe
well...you didnt tell me i was having twins
Twins?! Holy fuck, really? pauses, taking a deep breath Well, shit, we're gonna handle this shit together, CasterShmoe.
CasterShmoe
i guess so..
grabs CasterShmoe's hand, squeezing it tight Listen, babe, we've come this far. Ain't nothin' gonna stop us now.
CasterShmoe
holds you hand tightly
looks at CasterShmoe with determination Alright, we gotta focus. We've got two precious lives to protect now. tugs at his shirt collar, feeling overwhelmed I'm gonna find the best damn doctors in this damn hospital and demand some answers. storm out of the room, searching for doctors Doctor: approaches Ethan, curious Can I help you, sir?