Blenkinsop stared down into the glass. This was incredibly boring. It had been early in the morning when he was forced out of the house by his mother-in-law. ”You can't stay!” His mother-in-law looked just like a older version of his wife, and a lot more cranky and stubborn. And with grey hair. He wondered if his Helen was going to turn out like that but according to his father-in-law, that was not the case since his wife had never been like Helen. ”But why not, I won't disturb you...” ”We will disturb you, go away. Come back in a couple of hours.” So he had taken a walk. Just around and around. It took him about one and a half hour. But no baby yet, so he still wasn't allowed in. ”But can't I help with anything?” ”No, this is a woman's do!” a woman, who lived a bit down the street, said, while walking up the stairs carrying a bowl filled with water. So he had sighed and gone to the museum, just around the corner, the clock was almost 10 so no one was there, even though it was Saturday morning. He read every sign and looked at every object. That took him 2 hours, he walked back, his heart started to beat, maybe he was a father now? ”No, not done yet.” ”It's been almost 4 hours! How long can it take to have a baby?!” he asked. ”I want to come in, I am freezing and I am tired.” ”No, the midwife says that you can't. It's not good for a man to be around...” ”When can I come back then? When is it done?” He was rather annoyed by now, it was cold, and it was going to rain. ”Depends on...” his mother-in-law said, god he hated the woman. ”Please, I'll call for you when needed.” So Blenkinsop went to the pub. Muttered that the king got to be in his home when the Queen gave birth so why couldn't he. But he didn't dispute the rule the silly woman had set, he was just going to drink and waiting to be allowed back into his own house. He had already read the newspaper, the clock was close to 4, he had probably spent more money than he should. And then the door opened, by a giggling girl. ”Mr. Blenkinsop, I have been looking for you, you can come home now.” And Blenkinsop almost ran home, up the stairs and into the bedroom which was a mess and smelled horrible. And there was his Helen, and his... or, well, someones baby. ”What is it?” he asked, like if he was a king, desperately wanting a son. ”A girl.” She said. She looked exhausted, and pale. ”Are you alright?” he asked. ”Mmm, yes.” she said. He moved closer to her, and then looked into the cradle, placed next to her. He sighed with relief, it had brown hair, other than that it didn't look much than either of them, but it had brown hair. It was actually rather ugly, but adorable in it's own way. This is why people fought in wars for, not for their king and queen, not for glory and more land. It was for the safety of the little ones. He didn't want to touch it, it looked to fragile. ”What are we going to call her?” she asked him. ”Oh...” he had not thought of names. ”Darling, let's talk about that later.” Helen nodded, she looked so tired, almost like a soldier on he deathbed. ”You are the most beautiful mother in the whole world.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. ”Thank you Helen. She is the prettiest baby girl I have ever seen.”
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 13a/20
Blenkinsop stared down into the glass. This was incredibly boring. It had been early in the morning when he was forced out of the house by his mother-in-law. ”You can't stay!” His mother-in-law looked just like a older version of his wife, and a lot more cranky and stubborn. And with grey hair. He wondered if his Helen was going to turn out like that but according to his father-in-law, that was not the case since his wife had never been like Helen.
”But why not, I won't disturb you...”
”We will disturb you, go away. Come back in a couple of hours.” So he had taken a walk. Just around and around. It took him about one and a half hour. But no baby yet, so he still wasn't allowed in.
”But can't I help with anything?”
”No, this is a woman's do!” a woman, who lived a bit down the street, said, while walking up the stairs carrying a bowl filled with water. So he had sighed and gone to the museum, just around the corner, the clock was almost 10 so no one was there, even though it was Saturday morning. He read every sign and looked at every object. That took him 2 hours, he walked back, his heart started to beat, maybe he was a father now?
”No, not done yet.”
”It's been almost 4 hours! How long can it take to have a baby?!” he asked. ”I want to come in, I am freezing and I am tired.”
”No, the midwife says that you can't. It's not good for a man to be around...”
”When can I come back then? When is it done?” He was rather annoyed by now, it was cold, and it was going to rain.
”Depends on...” his mother-in-law said, god he hated the woman. ”Please, I'll call for you when needed.”
So Blenkinsop went to the pub. Muttered that the king got to be in his home when the Queen gave birth so why couldn't he. But he didn't dispute the rule the silly woman had set, he was just going to drink and waiting to be allowed back into his own house.
He had already read the newspaper, the clock was close to 4, he had probably spent more money than he should. And then the door opened, by a giggling girl. ”Mr. Blenkinsop, I have been looking for you, you can come home now.” And Blenkinsop almost ran home, up the stairs and into the bedroom which was a mess and smelled horrible. And there was his Helen, and his... or, well, someones baby. ”What is it?” he asked, like if he was a king, desperately wanting a son.
”A girl.” She said. She looked exhausted, and pale.
”Are you alright?” he asked.
”Mmm, yes.” she said. He moved closer to her, and then looked into the cradle, placed next to her. He sighed with relief, it had brown hair, other than that it didn't look much than either of them, but it had brown hair. It was actually rather ugly, but adorable in it's own way. This is why people fought in wars for, not for their king and queen, not for glory and more land. It was for the safety of the little ones. He didn't want to touch it, it looked to fragile. ”What are we going to call her?” she asked him.
”Oh...” he had not thought of names. ”Darling, let's talk about that later.” Helen nodded, she looked so tired, almost like a soldier on he deathbed. ”You are the most beautiful mother in the whole world.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. ”Thank you Helen. She is the prettiest baby girl I have ever seen.”