First Day, Last Day: Love at First Threat

*Dedicated with love to Dimitri, who always makes my world a wondrous adventure.*

First day:

He was meeting his friend's new girlfriend, a girl that had been described to him as kind and loving, a beautiful soul. What he was not aware of was the danger that lie ahead. The loving girlfriend had the temper from hell and her not so bright boyfriend had annoyed her one too many times that day. 

He said hello and tried the usual small talk. 'Hello, how are you, what are you up to?' She was having none of this. Her missives were short, cold, nothing like how he imagined her to be as she was described. Sarcasm dripped from her every typed word. She aggravated him, setting his own temper on edge. 

Soon, playful jabs at each other turned to barbs of venom. What the hell was her problem? Had someone pissed in her cornflakes? He continued to trade insult for insult, almost in good humor. What happened next surprised everyone there.

"You know what," she wrote, "I'm going to shove an M-1 up your ass if you don't quit." Intriguing. Intensifying his already heated temper. 

He tried to argue the point, "It won't fit," he noted.

She laughed and replied, "Oh, I'd make it fit, and jam it in sideways." Her boyfriend was speechless. His girlfriend was shocked. He just felt that if a person could follow through on a threat like that, she probably would and somehow, he liked that fire in her, even if she was threatening his ass.

Last day:

He rubbed at his face trying to wake himself up. He had always kidded with her that this step would take forever. Oh, how right he was. Looking at his Yankee's watch, he noted that she had been here for almost 15 hours already. He had only left to get some much needed caffeine and get away from the threats.

Never had anyone threatened to not only behead, eviscerate, and castrate him in a five minute period. He took that as his sign to go get some of the disgusting coffee and try to find her nurse to get some ice chips for her. It was the least he could do, considering what she was doing for him.

Before he could find her nurse, she found him and dragged him toward the room. "It's time," she said. "I assume you want to be present for this." All he could do was nod and walk over to the woman of his dreams, the woman glaring daggers at him.

He smiled at her almost in apology and kissed her forehead, taking her hand in his. "Still want to kill me," he asked quietly. She merely nodded and squeezed his hand as another contraction went through her body.

The doctor told her to push and she did, squeezing his hand so hard he almost flinched. That was going to hurt later. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, their first child came into the world. He was invited to cut the little dark haired child's umbilical chord. When the baby was cleaned off, it was presented to her, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"Love, meet our son," she stated softly, looking into his eyes. "I want to name him after you."

He could only kiss her softly in response. He had the boy he had always wanted with the woman he always dreamed of. She let the kiss linger for a moment before she whispered conspiratorially, "If the next one takes this long, I'm going to shove an M-1 up you ass sideways."