Junior Page #8

- So soon?

- Louise, wheelchair!

- What?

- Why didn't you tell somebody?

- I wanted you.

Well, you got me.

- It hurts.

- It won't be long now.

Do you want Louise to call the father?

What's the point? He's long gone.

- Does he know it?

- Yes.

He sent me a dozen roses and an

autographed picture with the band!

Breathe, honey. Just breathe.

- Prepare number two.

- You want an epidural?

- You want natural childbirth?

- I want drugs!

We've got a little

baby girl. Look at her.

You did it.

Isn't she gorgeous?

- Daddy love you.

- I can't believe you did it.

Hello, little one.

She's beautiful.

I'm so proud of you.

I'm your mum.

Just a little bit more.

It's a boy!

- Is he okay?

- Yeah, ten fingers. Ten toes.

That's your mommy.

Hello, beauty.

I'm your mama.

- Yes, it's your mama.

- And I'm your...

Could we give it another chance?

Yes.

I'm your dad.

You're my boy.

What should we call her?

Junior.

Junior? Junior.

He's a big boy.

You're supposed to eat with

your hands, not with your feet.

- That's a baby.

- There you go.

- Those kids need something to drink.

- Don't lift anything.

- I'm not lifting. I'm dragging it.

- Let me get it.

- Let me do it.

- How are you feeling?

Fine.

- Though I might need to pee again.

- I don't miss that part.

Me, neither.

You have to have another, Angela.

Jake needs a little brother or sister.

Sure, I'd like to, but I don't

know if I can go through that again.

It doesn't necessarily have to be you.

No!

It is the most wonderful experience.

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