by Tia LaBeau
I comm my mother. Then I comm Freda. Freda’s face pops up on the screen. “You won’t believe this,” she shouts.
“What?” I ask. I’m bursting with my own news.
“I found him! I found the one!” she squeals. “It happened just the way I wanted it to.”
“Freda, I’m happy for you,” I say. “But listen, your sister is having the baby now.”
“Oh! Oh!” she squeals. “I have to be there.”
“That’s why I comm’d you. Let me put you down.”
“No, I’m coming there right now, in person.”
“You can’t, it’s not safe,” I tell her.
Freda clicks off. Where she goes, I don’t know, but I hope it’s not here. Cleo would be furious.
I turn my attention back to Cleo. She has her legs spread. She’s huffing and hoofing.
My mother comes rushing into the room. She knew better not to bring my father, who will faint at the sight of a birthing vagina.
“Okay, Xerxes, you and I will have to deliver this baby,” my mother says.
I nod in acquiescence.
“I will do it, mother,” I say. “I will do whatever it takes for my family.”
The End.
