My sister's latest post kinda got me inspired to redo this again. I used to write quite frequently last year fictional blog entries of myself in the future, married and all, and living in England as a makeshift journalist(that was still struggling to get a novel published). So, here's a continuation:

20 years from now:

Sunday, 3rd May, 2026, 2am:

 Phew. What a day. Well, I'm officially 36. That number seems...so old. It felt just like yesterday that I was only 16 complaining about my class back in Malaysia. Originally The Wife(who's now asleep in bed drunk but happy) and I had planned to celebrate the occasion with a candlelight dinner at the La' Vienz. But as fate would have it, Zakhren called on Saturday morning(3am, give or take), asking me to rush down to the hospital straight away. Nab was in labour.

The first thing that went through my head was, "Aww....Nab, of all the times..."

I carried little Cecil from his bed and put him next to his mother. It took abit of effort to look at how silly my two darlings looked in bed, drooling without a care in the world, and not laugh.

It took a little while to convince the dumb receptionist at the hospital that I was a friend of the couple. I had to call Zakhren to come down and tell the horrid woman that I was a peer of theirs. Zak came down quickly, and his face seemed whiter than usual. We waited in a lounge outside the delivery room for a few hours. At about 6am, I messaged the Home PC to inform my wife when she woke up that I was at the hospital with Zakhren. It went something like this:

"Dear. Nab's giving birth. Screams are scary. Zak's sitting next to me, and I think the only thing keeping him away from storming through the delivery room is a slap from Nab. Btw, bring Cecil down with you. I don't trust Fern with that kid. Remember the last time she babysat? hugs and kisses. bye."

As soon as I pressed the Send button, a shrill scream came from inside the room, followed by a woman shouting, "NOT SO HARD, YOU DONG!" Zakhren stood up, "I can't take it anymore, I gotta go see!"

I held him back and said what happened in there was not a sight for the weak hearted. "Trust me, you don't wanna go in there. When Cecil was being born, I felt the same too, and rushed in. Remember what happened that day?"

Zak stiffled abit, and retold the day "Yeah...you were lying on the hospital bed next to your wife's, weren't you? Fainted as soon as you got in and-

"Hit my head on a table, yes. Now, sit down, Nab needs you to be as calm as possible when she's done with this ordeal. Remember, you're about to be a dad. A father, Zak. You've got to take control of things. And now, it's a time to remain calm."

It took awhile before he finally nodded and sat down again.

By 7am they've had 4 different doctors changing shifts. We kept asking what was taking so long, but they kept saying the same thing, that the head was pretty big and, well...the passage was just not big enough for it to go through. They tried cutting, but Nab just wasn't for it. All they had now was to wait for the muscles to continue contracting till it(the baby) could at least slide through. Or somewhere along those lines, at least.

The Wife and Cecil came a little bit before 8, and I could tell from the little pike's eyes were that he didn't like his mommy waking him up that early in the morning. While The Wife sat with Zak and explained what was really going on in there(rather than him having to see it for himself), I brought Cecil down to the cafetaria for some breakfast. While sipping on a cup of hot cocoa, he asked me something that made me almost choke on my meal.

"Daddy, what's a vagina?"

Why'd a little boy his age even KNOW the word? Damnit Fern. No more watching Soap when he's over at your house.

I guess I'll just have to tell a white lie, and wait till he's a little older before he learns more about The Beautiful Cave. Maybe 9.

"Where'd you hear it from?" I asked first.

"Aunty Fern was watching something on a screen, and they kept saying the word. Is it a country?"

"Well, no son. In fact, it's a bad word. Sort of like the "f" word. Remember what we discussed about using that word a few weeks ago?

Cecil pouted his cheeks, held onto his bottom with both hands and nodded rapidly. It probably still sores.

"Yeah, so we really shouldn't say that word. Now, eat your breakfast. We better hurry up if we wanna take snapshots of Makcik Nabilah in a haggard state when they roll her out."

to be continued

Oh btw, did I mention that this is a MEME? Whoever is tagged will have to write a fictional post on themselves 20 years from now. Have fun =)

I'm only gonna limit my tags to 4 peepz, and let it grow on it's own. Anyone who wants to do the tag anyway, just do it =)

1)Jia Sheen

2)Sabrina

3)Xiao Yu

4)Jia Jun