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Dec. 27th, 2007 08:18 pm"She's beautiful."
Guppy stands next to his uncle, who is also his stepfather, looking through the glass at his mother and the new baby. But the new father is frowning, and turns to Guppy.
"Why is she so big?"
"Hm?" Guppy looks up and smiles. "Male genetic influence, I remember reading once about..."
"No." his uncle interrupts. "She's big. How can she be that big when she's early?"
Guppy looks back at the baby.
"She's only four weeks early, thirty six weeks is not unusual for a baby to be delivered. She's probably almose as big as she'd get."
There is a pause, whilst his uncle does some quick maths. Then, in a strangled tone, he says.
"Wait there."
He steps into the room. Guppy, seeing the look on his face as he strides to the bed, puts down the camera and follows, as enraged his stepfather yells at his mother.
"Whose child is that? We weren't sleeping together thirty six weeks ago, not even close. It was at least two months later."
Guppy blinks, too surprised to immediately jump to his mother's defence. He hadn't seen that coming at all. He looks at his mother, who is bearing a very guilty and panic-stricken expression.
"Darling, she's ours, look, she looks just like Gurpreet."
She does. Guppy looks at the baby and smiles. No way could anyone deny the family resemblance. She had his hair, and her mum's nose, and a chin like Guppy's, like his own father's.
The only problem was that she didn't look anything like his uncle. Her father. Who was now looking from Guppy to the baby. Two almost identical faces, though one smaller.
"You sick little bastard." he hisses. Guppy staaares, taken aback.
"Don't call her that! She's only a baby."
Guppy's uncle moves so fast, and unexpectedly, that he can't get a block in in time, and he goes crashing backwards at the blow. Instinct at the forefront, he scrambles up and stands between the man and the baby.
Why the hell is he attacking me?
"Get out! I don't know what you're playing at but..."
He blocks the second and third blow as his mother screams for help. But the enraged man sends a kick to Guppy's ankle, knocking him down and kicking him hard in the stomach.
"No! He's my son, that would never happen! SHE's JAS'S!" His mother's scream stops his uncle in his tracks.
"Jas is dead, don't cover up for him, sleeping with his own mother!"
"No! Don't think anything so horrible. I used Jas' frozen sperm. Before we got together." Tears run down her cheeks. "IVF. I was so lonely. But when I'd done it, I was frightened, didn't know if I could cope, and I love you so much I thought it could work... it would look similar enough that you'd never know."
Everything freezes. Guppy's uncle looks at his wife, then down at his stepson, who groans.
"The letters G, B and H come to mind"
His uncle shoots a panicked expression at Guppy's mother, then puts Guppy down gently.
"No CCTV in the maternity rooms for privacy." he mutters under his breath, then darts out.
Guppy's mother gets out of the bed and looks, in panic, from her beaten up son to her newborn daughter to her husband. And then moves over to Guppy, who she drags up to sitting.
"Are you all right?"
"No."
"Don't be pathetic. Look after your sister, I'll be back as soon as possible."
With that, she runs after her husband.
The baby sobs quietly.
Guppy blinks and focuses. Looks around. No sign of either of them. He swears, forces himself to stand, and goes over to the cot.
"I'm sorry." he says, shakily cradling the infant.
He waits about half an hour, with no sign of either of them returning. Sitting in a chair, trying to ignore the pain in his abdomen and ankle. Just holding the baby.
And then he stands, eyes hardening, and goes to the nurses' station, concentrating on walking without limping.
"I'm taking her home. If my uncle or mother come back here, tell them to call me please."
He walks out before anyone can stop him, pausing only to pick up the video camera.
Guppy stands next to his uncle, who is also his stepfather, looking through the glass at his mother and the new baby. But the new father is frowning, and turns to Guppy.
"Why is she so big?"
"Hm?" Guppy looks up and smiles. "Male genetic influence, I remember reading once about..."
"No." his uncle interrupts. "She's big. How can she be that big when she's early?"
Guppy looks back at the baby.
"She's only four weeks early, thirty six weeks is not unusual for a baby to be delivered. She's probably almose as big as she'd get."
There is a pause, whilst his uncle does some quick maths. Then, in a strangled tone, he says.
"Wait there."
He steps into the room. Guppy, seeing the look on his face as he strides to the bed, puts down the camera and follows, as enraged his stepfather yells at his mother.
"Whose child is that? We weren't sleeping together thirty six weeks ago, not even close. It was at least two months later."
Guppy blinks, too surprised to immediately jump to his mother's defence. He hadn't seen that coming at all. He looks at his mother, who is bearing a very guilty and panic-stricken expression.
"Darling, she's ours, look, she looks just like Gurpreet."
She does. Guppy looks at the baby and smiles. No way could anyone deny the family resemblance. She had his hair, and her mum's nose, and a chin like Guppy's, like his own father's.
The only problem was that she didn't look anything like his uncle. Her father. Who was now looking from Guppy to the baby. Two almost identical faces, though one smaller.
"You sick little bastard." he hisses. Guppy staaares, taken aback.
"Don't call her that! She's only a baby."
Guppy's uncle moves so fast, and unexpectedly, that he can't get a block in in time, and he goes crashing backwards at the blow. Instinct at the forefront, he scrambles up and stands between the man and the baby.
Why the hell is he attacking me?
"Get out! I don't know what you're playing at but..."
He blocks the second and third blow as his mother screams for help. But the enraged man sends a kick to Guppy's ankle, knocking him down and kicking him hard in the stomach.
"No! He's my son, that would never happen! SHE's JAS'S!" His mother's scream stops his uncle in his tracks.
"Jas is dead, don't cover up for him, sleeping with his own mother!"
"No! Don't think anything so horrible. I used Jas' frozen sperm. Before we got together." Tears run down her cheeks. "IVF. I was so lonely. But when I'd done it, I was frightened, didn't know if I could cope, and I love you so much I thought it could work... it would look similar enough that you'd never know."
Everything freezes. Guppy's uncle looks at his wife, then down at his stepson, who groans.
"The letters G, B and H come to mind"
His uncle shoots a panicked expression at Guppy's mother, then puts Guppy down gently.
"No CCTV in the maternity rooms for privacy." he mutters under his breath, then darts out.
Guppy's mother gets out of the bed and looks, in panic, from her beaten up son to her newborn daughter to her husband. And then moves over to Guppy, who she drags up to sitting.
"Are you all right?"
"No."
"Don't be pathetic. Look after your sister, I'll be back as soon as possible."
With that, she runs after her husband.
The baby sobs quietly.
Guppy blinks and focuses. Looks around. No sign of either of them. He swears, forces himself to stand, and goes over to the cot.
"I'm sorry." he says, shakily cradling the infant.
He waits about half an hour, with no sign of either of them returning. Sitting in a chair, trying to ignore the pain in his abdomen and ankle. Just holding the baby.
And then he stands, eyes hardening, and goes to the nurses' station, concentrating on walking without limping.
"I'm taking her home. If my uncle or mother come back here, tell them to call me please."
He walks out before anyone can stop him, pausing only to pick up the video camera.
