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jle1993
Liquid Emperor
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« Reply #642 on: 12-12-2006 10:43 »
« Last Edit on: 12-12-2006 10:43 »
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Sorry for the wait
Chapter two Fry allowed Leela to practically drag him out of the sewers before he spoke. “What’s wrong Leela?” he asked simply as Leela pulled him along the streets. Leela halted suddenly and Fry nearly bumped into her as she dropped Fry’s hand and span around. “What makes you think there’s something wrong Fry?” she demanded. Fry raised his eyebrows and stared at her. “I may be stupid but I’m your husband and I can tell when something’s wrong Leela. You practically ran out of your parents’ house, and you never do that. What’s wrong?” Leela looked at her feet, “Mum was making too much fuss, and I was getting uncomfortable,” she muttered. Fry smiled gently at Leela’s flushed face. “Okay, that’s all I wanted to know. Let’s get home and plan that baby shower,” suggested Fry, taking hold of Leela’s hand. Leela looked up at Fry face and relaxed completely. “Okay then,”
As soon as they entered their apartment, Leela flopped onto the couch, Fry quickly joining her. “Any ideas yet Leela?” he asked with a sideways gaze. His expression turned to shock as he saw Leela’s face contorted in pain. “Leela, what’s wrong!” After a few seconds Leela’s face relaxed, and she shifted to face Fry. “I don’t think we’re going to have a baby shower Fry,” she said gently “Why?” Fry said, looking both confused and worried. “I think I’m going into labour, ahhhhhhhhhh!” screamed Leela as another pain ripped through her, her face flushed red and she started breathing heavily. “Oh man oh man oh man oh man, what should I do?” panicked Fry. Breathing deeply, Leela tried to reassure him. “Its okay Fry, just time the contractions, from the end of the next one to the start of another ahhhhhhhhhh!” “Con-what-ions?” “The things that are making me scream,” explained Leela through gritted teeth. “But how do I know when to count?” Leela glared at Fry as pain ripped through her, causing her to shriek again. “Forget it, call an ambulance!” “Why…” “Just do it Fry, the babies are coming!” “But…” “Just call the ambulance damn it!” yelled Leela frantically. “Ma’am yes Captain!” saluted Fry before racing over to the phone. He picked up the phone and got ready to dial when his hand froze, “What’s the hospital’s number?” “Oh for the love of God, just give me the phone Fry,” ordered Leela, keeping her voice level with supreme effort. Fry ran over, then realised he didn’t have the phone so he rushed back to get it. By the time he brought the phone over to Leela her face was red with exhaustion and concentration. She quickly grabbed the phone off Fry and dialled the number. “Hello, yes this is Turanga Leela-Fry, yes, I need an ambulance please, I’m in labour, I don’t give a damn about being too early the babies are coming now! I don’t care if there are no spare beds, hello, hello? Damn they hung up!” swore Leela violently. “So is the ambulance coming?” “No Fry, we’re having the babies here!”
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coldangel
DOOP Secretary
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Oh no! Call Zoidberg, he's a doctor.
...on second thought, don't call Zoidberg.
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coldangel
DOOP Secretary
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What's worse is that 90% of what you're forced to learn there is utterly pointless and will never be used again, and the certifications you receive are never of any help whatsoever. That might make it seem more meaningless, but you will feel less pressure for knowing that.
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jle1993
Liquid Emperor
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At last its here, and though it is short, this is, the end.
Chapter three
All the colour drained from Fry’s face, and for one gut wrenching moment, he thought he was going to pass out. “Here? But we can’t Leela, who’d clean up the mess?” spluttered Fry. Leela let out a long suffering sigh and ran a hand through her hair as another contraction tore through her. “We don’t have a choice Fry, and you’ll clear up the mess if it gets to that,” “Ahh man…” “We’ll deal with that later; right now I need to concentrate on giving birth.” “Should I call Zoidberg?” “NO!” screamed Leela, making Fry flinch, “The babies are coming Fry, there’s no time! Help me get these trousers off,” “I thought you said the babies were coming?” smirked Fry. “They are, and if you don’t help me with these trousers then the babies will be born into them!” “What?” “Damn it Fry, take my trousers off!” ordered Leela, blushing bright red. “Yes ma’am!” responded Fry, doing exactly as he had been told, before also removing her panties. “That okay?” “That’s fine, ahhhhhhhhhh!” shrieked Leela, as she began to push.
2 hours later… “I see a head!” yelled Fry to an exhausted Leela as a head emerged followed by a body. “Thank god! What is it?” “A baby…” “I mean what gender!” “I knew that, it’s a girl, with my hair and eyes!” exclaimed Fry in amazement, gazing at the little bundle of joy that Leela had just given birth to. He was suddenly woken from his reverie when Leela screamed. “Here comes the next one!” she shrieked as another head came out, followed by another body, and then the after birth. “It a boy with your hair and eye Leela! Awww, they are so sweet together!” cooed Fry, “But what’s that weird thing connected to their bellybuttons?” “That’s the placentas Fry, you need to cut em and clip em,” “With what?” “Go fetch the scissors, clips and blankets from the kitchen,” “Got it!” said Fry, racing to the kitchen. He returned in double quick time, panting and sweating in exhaustion. “Got em, now what?” “You see the placentas?” “Yeah…” “Cut them, and then clip the ends of the bits that are still connected to the babies.” “Won’t that hurt?” “No, not if you do it now!” “Okay then,” said Fry, setting about his task with the utmost care. After he had done that, he gathered the babies into the blankets. He gently handed Leela the little girl while keeping hold of the little boy. Leela gasped slightly when she saw the babies. “They’re perfect!” she sighed. Fry looked at the apartment he thought he would never get to live in, at the mess and blood that came with childbirth. He looked at his two perfect children, little Liam with purple hair and a solitary eye and little Leah with red hair and two eyes, Fry looked at Leela, the woman he’d loved since the first time he laid eyes on her and the woman he would always love. He sighed softly as he counted his blessings. “With you and the kids,” he said quietly, “Everything’s perfect.”
THE END El FINITO NO MORE COMING By Juliet Checkland
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coldangel
DOOP Secretary
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Yay. Sweet and graphic and definitive. Nicely done.
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Writer unit32
Professor
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My God,thank you,jle! I'd also like to thank Jesus and a stapler.
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Writer unit32
Professor
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Half-decent?Oh c'mon jle,if it's only half-decent,how come it's still one of my favourites?
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brainslug angel
Crustacean
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hey ZoidFryLeelaAmy - my first post!! (WHOOPIE!!) and by the way jle, your fanfic is awsome!!
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brainslug angel
Crustacean
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hey zfla (is it alright if i call you that?) i've been reading the start of the story (and getting side-tracked by csi or something...) its good.
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