Mulan got up that morning, went about her normal routine. As she sat down to eat breakfast, she was grinning from ear to ear. She had something very important to tell her husband as soon as he got up. He hadn’t gotten home until late in the night, so she’d let him sleep, but she was fit to bursting!
Time seemed to drag on and on. She kept glancing at the clock on her cell phone, then she hopped on the computer, knowing that she needed to do something, or risk going batty before Camron woke up! Before she knew it, the door to their bedroom opened and Camron wandered out, looking a bit sleepy still. He wasn’t at his best when he first woke up. She always thought it was rather endearing and couldn’t help the giggling.
“Morning, love,” he greeted her right after a yawn. He plopped himself down in to the comfortable chair that Mulan had gotten from work.
“Morning,” she returned, still grinning. She thought she was going to burst! But she wanted to do this right. Camron came to stand behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and giving her a rub before he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head.
She put her hands over his, then stood up. Taking his hands in hers, she led him to the couch and they both sat down. “Turn on the game! The Llamas are playing the Alpacas today!”
Mulan shook her head, looking solemn. “Not yet, love. We need to talk.”
“Aww, but I’ll miss the opening throw!” he pouted.
Mulan just grinned. “Well, I think telling you that you’re going to be a father is a bit more important, don’t you?” To put just the right amount of emphasis on it, she pointed down to her stomach.
It took a moment for Camron to process what she was saying. After all, he’d only just woken up and he hadn’t even had any coffee yet. Mulan watched as it suddenly dawned on him. “Wait, are you serious!?” he exclaimed.
She laughed. “Yes, I am serious. We’re going to have a nooboo!”
Camron reached up to wipe a tear from his eye. Then he took her hands in his and just looked at her. A father. “Did ya hear that, Wolf? We’re gonna have a nooboo!”
Wolf: I did. I surely did. You guys are gonna be great parents.
Camron pulled his wife close. He was fitting to burst with happiness. Mulan wasn’t far behind either. They nuzzled their cheeks against one another, neither quite able to get words out just yet, each just wanting to be with the other.
After a moment, Camron leaned over and whispered in her ear. Wolf couldn’t hear what he said, but Mulan started giggling. “Yeah, we won’t tell her.”
Wolf: Hey! No secrets!
The two burst out laughing. “Don’t worry, Wolf. It’s nothing bad,” Mulan assured her. “We’re just very excited. We hope there’s twins!”
Wolf: Ack! Don’t you put that out there! Not right now! It’s true, you guys are doing fairly well, but still… twins could bankrupt you at this point!
The two giggled some more. They were on cloud 9 and nothing Wolf said was going to burst that cloud. Wolf was happy for them, really. If the nooboo ended up being two nooboos, they’d just deal with it.
Mulan began to show pretty rapidly. She wasn’t even at the second trimester mark yet and it was more than apparent that she was expecting. She was beginning to wonder if she really was carrying twins! Maybe even triplets… though she kept that one to herself. As much as she wanted a large family, the thought of having triplets right off the bat made her exceedingly nervous.
She and Camron had made enough money of late that they were able to add on a small office that was going to double as the nursery for now. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but bills were going to be due soon enough so they had to be careful.
Camron tried to talk Mulan into taking some time off work immediately, but she insisted that they couldn’t afford it. Besides, she enjoyed her job. Despite the nausea, she headed to work after one of her long weekends.
Of course, once she came home, she may have regretted that decision… She’d been pretty ill most of the day.
But Camron had just gotten up. He came out to her and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and offered to make her a cup of tea to help settle her stomach.
Despite working late nights, Camron did whatever he could so that Mulan didn’t have to. He was often pretty tired because of it, but he wouldn’t have changed it for the world. He loved Mulan with all his heart and he wanted to make sure she was healthy. Her and their nooboo. He was fascinated with her belly and could often be found feeling it and talking to the little one inside there. “I’m your Daddy there precious. Your Mama and I can’t wait to meet you.”
Mulan thought it was adorable. What she didn’t think was adorable, however, was how big she really got. By the time her third trimester hit, she felt like a beached whale and she was sure she looked the part, too.
As she climbed into bed with Camron after a long day at work, she groaned. “Is it time yet? I’m so tired of being pregnant… I want to be able to see my feet again!”
Camron turned over so he could face her. “I know, baby. I know. Soon. Soon.” He caressed her cheek.
Mulan smiled. “You always know what to say.” They snuggled up together. Camron had a little while before he had to go to work yet and they enjoyed the time together. But an hour or so later, Mulan had to get up.
“You ok, love?”
“J-just uncomfortable,” she muttered, though there was quite a pressure building in her abdomen. Camron got up with her, intending to give her a message when Mulan let out a scream. She looked at her husband, her eyes wide. “M-my water just broke!” she whispered, a hint of panic in there. Her face contorted in pain as a contraction hit.
Now, they had practiced for this. But all that practice went right out of Camron’s head. As Mulan let out another cry, he stood there, waving his arms about. “Breath!” he kept yelling. He remembered that much from the coaching classes. But that seemed to be all he remembered…
“Camron!” Mulan snarled. “I’m breathing already!”
Camron knew the better part of valor and retreated as far away as possible. He would only be in the way. Mulan seemed to have it under control.
Indeed, she did. Though she felt like she was being ripped open, Mulan seemed to know what she was doing. She went into the nursery where she could be alone. She huffed, and puffed, and screamed some more.
Then with an explosion of sparkles and a blessed cessation of pain, little Yoshitune Rampart made his appearance in the world. Welcome little Yoshi Rampart.