"Yo Rhys nice game out there."

Rhys Hanover met Ming Lee at a party. She was sweet with a kiss right above her upper lip. Rhys never saw her at many parties before but he wasn't one to knock a new prospect. 

"Thanks. They were really tough out there but we still kicked their asses.".

Her smile quirked up. Rhys did not know he would end up sleeping with her that night. That she would be his first serious relationship. That he would be sitting in front of the principal being explained the benefits of therapy after losing someone close to him.

"Mr Hanover, the counselor is a must for these circumstances.".

"What for?"

"Mr.Hanover, your girlfriend commited suicide.".

"So what? She decided to end her life not me."

"Rhys, I understand you are hurting but please listen for reason. We have handled similar cases like this before and we know how to handle it."

"Who says I'm hurting? The only thing that'sfucking hurting is your handlement. So many similar cases? Then why haven't they fucking change. Why the fucking hell didn't you do something! All you did was leave her die and now trying to say you are doing something.".

"Rhys...you're ignoring the pain.".

"No I'm not! You are ignoring the true problem!"

"Rhys, calm down. Breathe."

Rhys snaps awake with the most excruciating pain he ever felt wrapping his body. He buries the side of his face into the pillow and groans. He could hear the doctor shuffle across the room. His legs were being raised and he couldn't put them down. 

"Rhys, you need to breathe.".

"Why? Everything fucking hurts."

"Rhys! Janice! Get the oxygen mask!".

Rhys felt like crying. He is crying. His hand gripping the air for dear life. It was like there was a sack of rocks forcing its way out of him. He bites down on the mask trying to muffle a scream.

"Rhys, focus on me. I know you are in a lot if pain but I need you to listen. Your baby is coming now and it needs you."

"Cub.."

"Yes your cub. When the next pain come I need you to give me a good push. Can you do that for me?".

Rhys nods. Once that same tightening pain returned Rhys followed the doctor's instructions. 

"There we go Rhys...nice and strong.".

After forty minutes of pushing Rhys felt like it was not going anywhere. The doctor continued to encourage but the pain said otherwise.

"No more, please no more."

"I'm sorry sweetie, but you have to keep going. I can see your Cubs head. Nust a bit more.".

Rhys felt like he was drowning in tears. He felt so alone and cold. His hand numb at it's tips. He doesn't know what to do about this feeling. He could only head the doctor's instructions. Her cold hands cupping the baby's crown trying to help ease the child out.

'I wasn't built for this. This shouldn't be happening. Not this way. So alone.' His mind cried.

A burning stretch was his only warning when he felt something slip free. The doctors encouraging words fell onto dead ears. He just wanted it to end. Too much for him. Too, too much.

Then it all stopped.

As if all the pain never happen and it was just a figment of his imagination he opens his eyes. He had to make sure it wasn't just a nightmare. But when he opened his eyes all he could see was the blinding white lights.

Something slimy was rest on his chest. This slimy thing moved around. This tiny thing leaving a running wetness down his gown. He wanted for anything for it to be removed. Why would they leave it on him? What is he suppose to do with it?

His eyes casted down onto the small wet thing. The only question to run through his mind was:

"Whose asian baby is this?".

When the initial shock wore off a new question ran through his mind. Rhys could not understand how the hell they just rest a baby onto his chest and leave him here. The nurses were talking about body heat but his ears were still ringing. What was making that noise?

"Oh, it's you.",," he thought looking down at the crying child.

What was he suppose to do? He's never had to care for a child. It doesn't even look like a child. More like a weird reddish alien blob from his old comics. He raise a shaky hand up a strokes it's back. 

What did he have?

Rhys doesn't know if it's inappropriate to look but it did come from him. He lifts the childs legs and took a small peak. The nurse close by let's out a scoff and mumble to the nurse next to her but Rhys couldn't give a shit.

"Well that's not a penis."

What was he suppose to do with a girl? He doesn't know the first thing about little girls. Hell, he doesn't even know if baby girls need different diapers that baby boys. Was there a difference? There has to be a difference if they are marketing two different things. Unless it's just a marketing scheme. 

"Focus for fucks sake Rhys! You have more important things to worry about! "

She seemed so wrinkly like a cruched up ball of paper. Eyes tightly shut not wishing to see what state if distraught her father was in. He didn't realize he stared for so long until the nurse came by asking to take the child for cleaning. 

Rhys was grateful but a pang of sadness. His arms felt cold not holding her anymore. He knew he was having a baby but to have her in his arms just felt so mind opening. Like the film over his eyes was lifted. Facing the truest of realities.

He doesn't have the energy to stress any longer. His eyes begin to droop as comforting feeling of rest comes over him. His limbs feel so floppy. 

Like weight was lifted off his chest.