Blob

Mine and Aff's word challenge #4

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Morgan simply couldn't be trusted to do anything! As longs legs carried the male down the corridor he couldn't help but scowl at the knowledge that his husband was too busy fussing over his sister so much he wouldn't leave the room, leaving him, the father of the child being born to go and get her ice chips. It was his fault she wanted them, it was his fault her water broke at 3 in the morning. Everything was his fault as both Tetsu and Phee frequently reminded him.

In all honesty it seemed to work out for the best. She may have been doing the biggest favour in the world in carrying a child for him, but (and especially not at this time in the morning) he really didn't care to hear about how many centimetre's she had dilated. It was just wrong for certain things to stretch so much. Still, trying to push that from his mind he stood at the machine, staring at it in the hopes that it would tell him what to do. Fortunately, at his time of need, a nurse came by with a woman in a wheelchair, a bundle of blankets in the arms of the exhausted mother. Needless to say he ignored the nurse's instructions, letting her do it for him as he inspected from afar the newborn being cradled.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Well... that was a debatable matter. Whoever said that all babies was cute was either blind or a liar for there was only one word he could think of describe the child.
"It looks like... a blob." No sugar-coating, just pure honesty as he found himself unable to look away from the gurgling thing, disgusted by the bubbles of spittle forming from lips. It seemed however that that wasn't an offensive term.
"Oh they all look like that when they are born."
Despair. Despair washed over the male at those words. All of them? That meant what was supposed to be his beautiful child would like a thing that crawled out from beneath the kitchen sink? He couldn't have this. And if he did? Well we all know whose fault that would be. He downright refused to have some kind of blob-child and this was probably evident on his face as both the women in his presence seemed to look at him like he had two heads.
Looking at the woman though was quite a reassurance. She was not the most attractive fish in the sea and judging by her looks her husband couldn't have been much of a looker to have such low standards.
"You're sure they all look like that?"
"Well this is my third and they have all been the spit of each other."
"Well, I hope you enjoy what must be a wizard's sleeve down there. I've got to go make sure I don't give birth to an abomination." Leaving the pair looking rather gobsmacked at his words, a swift turn on his heel and he had the cup of ice chips taken straight from the nurses hands rather promptly making his way back to the room where he was greeted with such an un-glorious site of Phoebe in stirups and Morgan discussing it all with the doctor and mid-wife in the room. That conversation could wait though as voice called across the room on his entrance.
"Morgan, if we have a blob I swear to god I am getting a divorce."