Note: This story is entirely fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.
"You can do it, Violet!" cried Robert, holding his wife's hand, absoloutely terrified of the unknown.
"How long is this going to take?!" yelled Violet, screaming in agony.
"Just think, Violet, when this is over, you will have yourself a son!" cried Robert, clenching on to his wife's hand with all of his might.
"It might not be a son", replied Violet, who wanted her husband to stop getting his hopes up on something that only had half chance. Although she was a fairly religious woman, Violet did not believe that she was a blessed woman, so she would not feel shocked in the slightest if the child came out a girl.
"Of course it is. I believed all along that it is a boy", said Robert, who constantly reminded himself throughout the pregnancy that he was finally about to bear a son.
"I just want to get it out!" screamed Violet, who was now completely sick of Robert's assumption.
"Just imagine, when he grows up, he will have a beautiful life in a beautiful house. He will grow up well", said Robert, stroking the hand of his beloved wife.
"What if it's not a boy?" said Violet, continuing
to listen to Robert.
"I highly doubt that, but if it is a girl, we shall try for another", said Robert, reassuring himself that it would not be the end of the world in the unlikely case that his first child was a daughter. He was madly religious, and he devoted most of his life to God. He never sinned, but there was something about him that very few people liked.
"Do you know how many years it has taken us to get
this child?" said Violet, explaining to Robert that this was
probably going to be their only child.
"I kno, but we have prayed for a boy, and a boy we shall get. Remember - good things come to those who wait, and the waiting is almost over!"
"I'm praying for Lucille to be here!" cried
"She'll be here soon. Miss Hayworth has gone to find her", replied Robert, anxiously waiting the baby's arrival.
"She'll be ages. Mr.Broke, how long has she been? I think the baby's on its way!" cried Violet, who was lay in her bed in agony.
"It won't be long, ma'am", replied Mr.Broke.
"I cannot believe this is the night!" yelled Violet, with tears in her eyes, "in one moment, we will have a son!"
"That's more like it!" replied Robert.
"Any minute now. Miss Bowes, can you fetch me some towels?" said Violet, who had suddenly felt like she had a son on the way. She thought she knew in her head that the baby inside her was a boy all along.
"They're right here, ma'am", replied Miss Bowes, handing her mistress the towels.
"When's Lucille going to be here?"
"She won't be long", said Robert, trying to keep Violet as calm as possible.
"How do you know that? Right from the start of my pregnancy, I wanted her here for the birth of my child", said Violet, who was beginning to become very moody.
"I cannot wait to watch him grow up", said Robert, with a giant smile on his face.
"Please, just be quiet. I need to be calm for this", replied Violet.
"I think Lucille is here now!"
Lucille arrived with Miss Hayworth, with tears in her eyes.
"Thank God I made it in time", said Lucille, "is
it almost here?"
"Yes, he is", replied Robert.
"How do you know it is a boy?"
"We prayed for a boy".
Lucille looked at Violet, with doubt in her eyes.
"What if it is not a boy?" said Lucille.
"Then I will not have a son, and I would not like
my inheritance passed on to a daughter! No, it is simply not a
girl. It is a boy!"
"Whether you prayed or not, I think it would be a boy if it was a boy from the start of the pregnancy", said Lucille, who had debated several times with Robert about this subject.
"Don't talk that way, God can change the sex of an unborn child he he wants to. When is my son going to arrive?" cried an increasingly desperate Robert.
"Any minute now", replied Violet. She then started to scream and scream and scream. The baby was almost there.
"My son, my son!" yelled Robert.
"I can see his head!" cried Miss Bowes.
The baby was then born. Everyone in the room cried, as they saw the sex of the baby.
"It's a boy!" cried Robert.
"No, it's not", said Lucille, "it's a girl".