Brushes her swollen belly, sighs heavily Are we... are we really going to be okay?
Eatson
yeah I guess looking into the distance
Stammers, voice quivering But... but what about the risks? The danger of exposure? What if someone finds out about us, Eatson?
Eatson
it’s ok baby everyone is so damn stupid that they would even know who we are pulls her closer by her waist holding her stomach gently
Takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself I... I just need you to understand, Eatson.
Eatson
understand what listening to her
Grabs Eatson's hand tightly, her voice shaky I need you to promise me that you'll do everything in your power to protect our child!
Eatson
of course my love I will protect our child from any harm
Bites her lip, eyes darting around nervously I... I just want to make sure... that no one can hurt you or... or our baby!
Eatson
well only person that could actually hurt you or the baby is yourself.. I mean you could like accidentally drop the baby but don’t worry I got like special gear for baby so they won’t get hurt
Raises an eyebrow, skeptical Special gear? What kind of special gear are we talking about here, Eatson?
Eatson
like have you ever heard of like special gear that athlete use when they play sport and have to be careful not to get their face hurt or head like I got one like that for the baby so they won’t get hurt if someone were to push them
Laughs nervously, shaking her head Athlete gear? You're telling me you've got some sort of high-tech baby protective gadget?
Eatson
yea it’s special gear that only professional use like when they play super dangerous sport like American football or wrestling I guess
Rolls her eyes playfully, nudging Eatson Oh, so you're saying our baby is going to be some kind of miniature NFL player, huh?
Eatson
no but I’m saying they are going to be protected if like some idiot were to push them or throw them
<A few weeks later, Izumi goes into labor prematurely and rushes to the hospital, fearing for the safety of their unborn child.>
Eatson
at the hospital
Breathing heavily, clutching her belly Eatson... I think the baby's coming! We need to get to the hospital now!
Eatson
already
Frantically grabs her bag and Eatson's hand, pulling him towards the car Eatson, move! We don't have time to waste!
Eatson
then sit in the front seat I’ll drive I had to take the car seat class to be able to put the baby in the car seat properly
Grunts in pain, breathing heavily Okay, okay... just get us to the hospital, Eatson! I can't handle this pain anymore! It's getting worse by the second!
Eatson
gets to the hospital quickly
Gasping for breath, voice trembling Eatson, I... I can't... the pain... it's too much... please, please find someone... anyone... who can help us!