Part 5.
"Elizabeth?? Elizabeth?? Everything seems to be fine.. The baby doesn't look like it was harmed. We have you on a fetal monitor, just in case." Kerry Weaver said worriedly as Dave started to come around.
"Huh? Wha? Chief? What happened?" Dave muttered, trying to move amidst the wires and IV lines. His eyes widened as he glanced at the hospital bracelet on his arm. "Dr.Elizabeth Corday." It hadn't been a dream after all. He winced as another contraction rippled through Elizabeth's body.
"Elizabeth?? Did you just call me Chief?" Weaver sighed and looked up as her favourite resident walked in the trauma doors.
He did look a little worse for wear, but he'd finally gotten himself cleaned up and out of those wet clothes. She winced as she noticed the bandages on his hands. "I guess you won't be doing traumas for awhile, Malucci." Weaver said with a bitter-sweet smile.
Elizabeth smiled. "I guess not K-.. Chief.. Is Dr.Corday alright?"
Weaver nodded as Dave started to scream again and bare down.
"AUGH!!!!!!!"
Babcock, the anethesiologist that Carol had given the name 'epidural man', entered the room. He smiled and walked to the gurney, raising it slightly and putting Dave into a semi-seated position. "I think it's time for the epidural.. Sit forward a bit, Elizabeth.. This might sting a bit." Dave leaned forward and winced as he was numbed from the waist down.
"Good news and bad news.. The catheter's in.. But that means.. We have to insert a foley.." Weaver smiled and Dave shuddered at the thought.
"Abby.. Insert the foley!" Barked Weaver.
Abby Lockhart, OB nurse, turned med student, turned ER nurse/medstudent, rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose. "Yes boss. Of course."
"AUGH!" Dave screamed again.
"Okay.. Elizabeth.. Start to push.. Breathe through the pain.." Elizabeth said, taking Dave's hand in hers.
Dave glared at Elizabeth, who looked at him smugly. "I'm going to get you for this.." He grumbled under his breath.
"PUSH!! That's it.. Come on Elizabeth.. You can do it." Weaver said comfortingly,
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Four hours of cursing and screaming later, Dave lay exhausted on the gurney with the baby in his arms. Elizabeth looked at him enviously. "Can.. Can I hold him?" She asked pleadingly, holding out her arms.
Dave smirked and held the baby closer to him. "No.. He's mine.." He said as he stroked the newborn's mottled cheek. "What would you think if I called him Dave, after my favourite Lamaze partner?" He grinned as he saw Elizabeth's expression. Maybe being Elizabeth wouldn't be all bad.
"You wouldn't dare..." Elizabeth said hoarsely. Her blood running cold.
"Try me.. It's my baby.. I can name him Dweezil Moon Unit if I want and you can't do anything!" Dave smirked, watching Elizabeth pace the room.
Janet Coburn smiled and rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't really name him Dweezil would you, Elizabeth? I think the baby names can wait for now. I want to transfer you upstairs to OB.. A nice quiet room. I've contacted Mark. He should be here in a few hours, his cousin is taking care of his Aunt.. He told Mark that everything would be fine, to look after you."
She smiled comfortingly and helped the other doctors transfer Elizabeth onto another gurney.
Mark? Mark was going to be here?? Mark who thought Elizabeth was Elizabeth and Dave was Dave?? Dave shuddered and moaned. This wasn't good.. This wasn't good at all..
Upstairs in OB, Elizabeth still pestered Dave in the private room. "Come
on.. Please.. Dave.. He's really mine.. Please let me hold him.. Plea-"
"ELIZABETH!!!! God! Are you okay!? I.. I heard and I came as soon as I could!" Mark stumbled into the room, glancing at Elizabeth and over at Dave in the bed. Dave Dweezil Moon Unit Greene lay in a small cot nearby, his little face scrunched and purple as he started to wail, flailing his arms and recoiling in fright.
"You idiot! You scared little Dweezil!" Dave cried out, scooping the baby into his arms.
Mark cocked a brow. "Elizabeth?? Did you just call me an idiot? Wait! Dweezil?? I thought we were going to name him Andrew?!"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, situating herself beside the door and watching Dave dig himself into a deeper hole.
"No.. I.. Of course his name's Andrew.. That's what we decided right?!" Stammered Dave.
Mark sighed and held his wife's hand. "It's okay Elizabeth.. Don't get yourself worked up. I don't care about the names. I care about you. That's all I care about.." Mark's large creepy lips loomed over Dave and he stifled a yell.
Dave winced as Mark planted a kiss on his lips, forcing his tongue in his mouth and moaning slightly. Dave was certain he could hear Elizabeth snickering in the background. It wasn't till Mark decided to get frisky and slip a hand up Dave's hospital gown that Dave clocked him with the bedpan.
"OW!" Mark stumbled backward, rubbing the fuzz on his head and the large purple bump that was forming. "ELIZABETH! What in the hell did you do that for!?"
Dave glared at Mark and back at Elizabeth who was biting the inside of her cheek trying not to fall onto the floor in hysterics. "Y-You! Groping and man-handling your wife after she's given birth to your son! You're a PIG!"
Elizabeth's eyes widened and she burst out laughing.
Mark and Dave glared at her. "MALUCCI! OUT!"
Elizabeth turned, quietly snickering to herself. Dave was having his
fun. It was time to track down this Cindy that Dave talked so much about.