Oh.... It would be ... Funny.... If Vox were to go into labour during that presentation... I mean he is 36 weeks pregnant now and full-term already starts at 37 weeks so the baby wouldn't be very premature and be able to survive
*At the V-Tower presentation room — Televised and streaming on web*
Vox: *standing in front of the large crowd, presenting his latest technological advancements, feeling a bit more uncomfortable than usual.*
Audience Member 1: *raises a hand* Excuse me, Mr. Vox, can you elaborate on the integration of your new system with existing infrastructure?
Vox: *forces a smile, feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen* Of course. The integration is designed to be seamless, minimizing downtime and ensuring a smooth transition.
Audience Member 2: *noticing Vox's discomfort* Are you alright, Mr. Vox?
Vox: *gritting his teeth, trying to maintain composure* Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just... *another sharp pain causes him to double over slightly* ...a bit of discomfort.
Audience Member 3: *concerned* Maybe you should sit down, Mr. Vox.
Vox: *shakes his head, trying to push through* No, I... *suddenly, his water breaks, causing a gasp from the audience* ...oh no.
Audience Member 1: He's going into labor!
Vox: *panic setting in* No, no, not now... not here...
Audience Member 4: Someone call for help!
Audience Member 5: *rushes to Vox's side* Hang in there, Mr. Vox. We'll get you through this.
Vox: *breathing heavily, gripping the podium for support* I need... I need to get to the hospital...
Audience Member 2: There's no time! The baby is coming now!
Audience Member 3: *takes off their jacket, preparing to assist* We need to help him. Everyone, stay calm.
Vox: *screaming in pain, feeling the contractions intensify* Please... make sure the baby is okay...
Audience Member 1: *guiding Vox to lie down on a makeshift bed of jackets* Just breathe, Vox. We're here with you.
Audience Member 4: *on the phone with emergency services* We have a man in labor at the tech presentation. We need medical assistance immediately!
Audience Member 5: *holding Vox's hand* You're doing great, Vox. Just focus on breathing.
Vox: *sweat pouring down his face, gripping the hand tightly* I... I can't believe this is happening...
Audience Member 2: *checking the progression* The baby's crowning! Keep pushing, Vox!
Vox: *screaming with the effort, pushing with all his might* I... can't... believe... this...
Audience Member 3: One more push, Vox! You're almost there!
Vox: *with one final, powerful push, the baby is born* Ahhhhhh!
Audience Member 1: *gently cradling the newborn, wrapping them in a jacket* It's a boy! He's beautiful, Vox.
Vox: *exhausted but relieved, tears streaming down his face* Thank you... thank you all...
Audience Member 4: *hearing the sound of sirens approaching* The ambulance is here. Hang in there, Vox. You're both going to be fine.
Vox: *holding his newborn son close, whispering softly* Welcome to Hell, Virgil…
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Husk and Angel, make sure Reign has a comfort item, thing, or person. Mine was my braindead Yorkie Terrier sho I sadly had to put to sleep about 4 weeks ago.
The first people you need to tell are the kids. It may be hard growing up with a neuro divergent younger sibling. My older sister struggled with that even after she knew.
Husk: I’m sorry to hear about your pet. And yes, Reign does have a comfort item.
Reign’s comfort item:
Reign: Papa! Thank you for making him for me!
Angel: No problem. His name is Fat Nuggets Jr. and he’s a cute little piggy who will make you feel so much better when you’re sad. But you gotta take care of him.
Reign: I will! Come on Jr! Let’s go! *runs out of the room with plush in her arms*
Angel: *smiling warmly and looks over to where Fat Nugget’s ashes were placed on the mantel* I miss you Buddy…but I’m glad you’re still be with us, even if not physically.
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