Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Brock's Love 2: Little Jacob's Big Adventure ❯ The new addition ( Chapter 1 )

Hi. Here's Chapter one. Hope you like it!!

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Brock held Liz's hand as she was wheeled into a room. Dr. Proctor walked in and immediately put his hands on Liz's belly.

"Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Boulderson. A little early, aren't we?" He pressed around Liz's stomach and began to frown. "Liz, are you experiencing any pain-"

"YES!!"

Dr. Proctor covered his ear. "Let me finish. Any numbing pain around here?" He pressed on the side.

"Yes, bad," she gasped.

"Okay. Mr. Boulderson, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"What?!" Brock said, bewildered. "What's wrong?"

"Nurse, take him outside, now." The nurse took Brock's arm and led him out into the waiting room where Ash and Misty were waiting with the Pokemon.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with her?" Brock demanded. The nurse left back into the delivery room. A few minutes later, Dr. Proctor came out. "What's wrong?" Brock asked again.

"Liz is having complications," Dr. Proctor explained. He proceeded to ramble on, confusing Brock. "In laymen terms," he concluded, "the baby's stuck in his umbilical cord. He hasn't fully turned, but Liz's contractions are still pushing. If we can't turn him from his current position, he'll strangle."

Brock stood silent. "What. . . she. . . the baby?"

Dr. Proctor continued. "We will try to turn him manually, but if he gets pushed out, he could cause Liz to hemorrhage."

"You mean," Ash whispered, "we could lose them both?"

"That is a possibility," Dr. Proctor answered truthfully, "We only have a window of about three hours. But if we can turn him just a bit to get him on the right track, they'll both be fine."

A nurse came out and called for the doctor. Dr. Proctor turned to leave. "Try not to worry, Mr. Boulderson. We'll do everything we can." Dr. Proctor walked back into the room.

Brock sat down, in a daze. `Lose them both?' He thought. Losing the baby would be terrible enough, but to lose the love of his life? Ash and Misty looked at Brock with pity.

"Pika… He looks so sad."

"I hope they'll be all right, vul." Vulpix looked down the hall to the room.

"Liz-pika could lose the pup!"

"The pup? Mew! We could lose Liz!" Persian lowered his head. Personally, Persian could care less about the baby. ~*~

Two hours passed, and Brock had become a nervous wreck. His leg shook as he wrung his hands. Vulpix laid his head on Brock's foot. The door to Liz's room finally opened, and everybody looked up in hopes of good news.

"All right," Dr. Proctor started. "The worst is over. We managed to get the baby turned and untangled."

Brock heaved a sigh of relief. "And Liz? Is she okay?"

The doctor paused. "Liz is tired. We don't know if she has the energy to push. In fact, that's why I'm out here. We want you to come see your wife. Get her to hang on for a few more minutes. She won't listen to us; she's in there calling for you."

"Yes, yes, of course." Brock turned to his friends. "Watch the Pokemon for me?"

"Sure Brock," Misty said. "You go get that baby."

Brock rushed with the doctor down the hall and into the room, where Liz was breathing heavily. "Where... Where is Brock?" she panted. "I want my husband to- *Unh*- be here!"

"He's here, Mrs. Boulderson," assured Dr. Proctor from behind a curtain. He was getting Brock ready. The doctor put a surgeon hat and shirt on Brock and showed him how to scrub his hands with the special soap. Once he was all `doctored up', Brock came from behind the curtain. "I'm here, Liz baby, I'm here."

Liz turned her head to see Brock coming towards her. "Brock! Oh, Brock, I'm scared."

"It's okay, babe," he whispered, taking her hand. Brock glanced at the doctor, who nodded. "We just need you to push for another minute or two."

"Brock, I don't think I can!"

"You can, Lizzy, you can do it. Just squeeze my hand."

Liz squeezed on Brock's hand and pushed hard. It hurt so much that she screamed.

"That's good, that's good!" Brock encouraged. "Give us another one. You can do it!"

Liz Pushed down again, sweating and panting. "Oh, it hurts!" she gritted.

"I can see the head!" said the nurse.

"Come on, Lizzy, just give us one more!" Brock urged. He stroked her head. "Just one more, babe!"

Liz took a deep breath and leaned forward. She pushed as hard as she could, crying out from pain.

"I got him, I got him!" Dr. Proctor said, as a small cry echoed from his arms. He raised it up a little so Liz and Brock could see. "It's a beautiful baby boy!" The nurse handed him a pair of funny looking scissors. He held them for a moment before turning to Brock. Dr. Proctor gave the scissors to Brock and carefully held up the baby.

"Me?" Brock whispered. The doctor nodded his head as the nurse took hold of the umbilical cord. Brock reached out and snipped the cord between the nurse's fingers. The nurse then stepped out.

Dr. Proctor took the baby to a table and washed and wrapped him. He then placed the baby in Liz's open arms. The little boy had light brown skin and hazel eyes, with tufty black hair on his head. He gurgled and squealed, waving his little chubby arms. Brock put a hand under the baby as he beamed with pride. Liz looked up at him, then back at her new son.

"Do we have a name for him?" asked the doctor. Brock and Liz looked down at the little boy and thought for a minute.

"What about Brock Jr.?" Brock joked. They had already ousted that one last week. It just sounded too funny.

"No, silly. . . Hmm, how about Jacob?"

"Jacob. . . Jacob Boulderson. That sounds good!" Said Dr. Proctor.

"I like it," Brock agreed, stroking the little boy's head. Liz lifted him so Brock could hold him. Brock stood up straight, carefully cradling his son. "Hey, my boy. Hi Jacob," he cooed. "I'm your daddy! And we're gonna take real good care of you."

The nurse stepped back in with Misty, Ash, and the Pokemon. The gang huddled around the new family. Persian stood up and leaned on Liz's bed. Pikachu was on Ash's head. Misty was holding Vulpix.

"Liz, he's beautiful!" Misty gasped.

"Hey there, little guy," Ash said, wiggling a finger.

"Jacob," Brock told them.

Persian looked at his trainer and her mate, hugging the little pup. He was kinda cute…