We agreed that if we ever had a child it would be named Manic for a boy and Sonia for a girl. I don’t know what gave us such adoration to those certain names, but alas, they were what we both loved. Even Chuck agreed, he’d hope we’d have a Sonia so that he could call them Sonny. He was funny like that. I’d grown large, my stomach had blown up like a basketball, I was narrowed down to baggy clothes from my wardrobe and had to be assisted down stairs. It had really thrown the whole house-maid out the window. When we got checked out by the one and only nurse in Mobius just as my water had broken, it was obvious my baby was going to be born on day 162.
I was rushed into the emergency department quicker than I had ever been taken anywhere in my life. I don’t remember much, just that I nearly squeezed off Jules’ hand and repeated things the nurse told me to do. When the pain had finally ended, I had blacked out.
When I woke up, the sky was blacker than usual and Jules lay asleep in an armchair. I had never been to the Mobius hospital, it was small and I knew I was in one of the few rooms. Tiles were lined across every wall and I lay in a bed of blue material. A knock hammered on the door and Jules woke up with a start. His brown eyes were dark and he was just as exhausted as I was.
Both of our attention spans flicked to the nurse in a baby blue coat, demanding answers of how my birth went. The nurse knew our question before the words had chance to escape either of our mouths. Her face was morbid, a slight sadness to her expression. I felt daggers on concern stab my gut.
“One of the babies didn’t make it.” She announced, her voice disappointed.
My eyebrows twitched. “One?”
I felt confused more so than happy or down. I had only expected to give birth to one.
The nurse nodded, “Yes ma’am, you had triplets.”
My fingers shook. I had triplets? I looked to Jules, his face as pale as the nurse’s.
One of my babies had died? Not even given a chance to see our family, our home, our world? Not given a chance to be free, to grow up, dream, to love, and breathe.
I struggled to sit upright; I had to see them, my babies. All three of them.
I felt sick in my stomach, and my heart trembled with surprise. I could no longer hear anything when Jules began to speak to me, and it didn’t really matter. I had to see my children.
I moved to get up, the nurse grabbed onto me and I readied myself to defend. However, to my surprise, the nurse helped me stand and gave my shoulder a rub, pitying my loss.
I smiled and began to approach the door.
Beyond my compartment, the nurse led me to the babies. She told me it’s where they were taken to be cleaned up.
The room was purer than the last, white glowing like a light of bleach, and a little baby hedgehog lay in a cot. It was a boy that had died, his little lime lids gently shut. They had cleaned him up now, his green fur very much like his father’s.
I whacked a hand to my mouth, choking back the sobs I wanted to let free.
My poor baby was no longer alive. He was evidently the first one I had given birth to and Jules had already decided we call him Manic like we had chosen. I would give him a real funeral. Despite the poverty we would return to. Despite the Great War that had begun. I wasn’t even sure if Mobius had a graveyard. Either way, the goodbye would be official.
Despite the fact he was no longer breathing, no doubt about it, Manic was rightfully his name now.
I heard a slight rumble in a cot behind me.
A cry or a giggle- one of the two.
I turned around to find two little pale blue eyes glimmering at me. Her fur an elegant shade of violet and pink meshed together, her smile wide and toothless. She had a soft yellow blanket wrapped around her, only her petite arms wiggled from under the warm material.
She was so beautiful, so lovely. I felt my arms reach out for her.
As the first girl, she was to be named Sonia. It was Jules’ mother’s name, now I knew why we adored it. Sonia’s face went straight as her eyes hovering to where Manic’s corpse lay. As if she knew was lay beyond- who knows, perhaps she did.
I brushed a finger across her cheek, “It’s okay Sonia sweetie, I’m going to take care of you… I promise, you and…” I was coughing on salty tears now, my heart aching.
The nurse came through the small door, I hadn’t noticed that she had left my side. Jules trailed behind her, his eyes frozen on a blanket bundle she carried.
It was another blanketed baby, the third of the triplets. I was on my knees by Sonia’s cot, my last baby that sat in the nurse’s arms I begged would stay alive.
I kissed Sonia on the head as I stood letting the nurse approach me with the last baby, my eyes thirsty to see my youngest child.
Jules’ face was grim as he caressed Manic, I pleaded the nurse to cover our poor baby up. The nurse handed Jules the latest baby and I dragged myself over to his side.
I hoped I didn’t look as tired as I felt, my fuchsia coloured fringe quills plastered to my sleepy face. The nighty I wore I found awkward to move in, but it didn’t slow me down.
I curled my fingers around the blanketed baby and let Jules open the cocoon of material. As soon as the yellow mess was taken away, I felt my heart leap at the life before me.
His vibe was amazing, his quills the colour of cobalt bluebells, a blue so rich and pure in a hedgehog, and I knew he had gotten it from Jules’ side. His eyes were twinkling a lush grass green, he was smaller than the other two, much more tiny and agile looking.
He looked at me curiously, and I could feel that great things lay ahead for him. I ran my forefinger across his ear and watched him twitch, his quills were angel soft.
I looked up at Jules, he had a smile on his face and shared the same salty tears that had begun to well up in my eyes again.
Son- I glanced at Sonia, she was still smiling.
Ic- Manic, I took a deep breath and blinked away the liquid from my eyes.
“Sonic.” I whispered, a tear accidently spilling off my face and dripping onto Sonic’s nose. His little baby nose wiggled. His innocent eyes scanned both me and his father. His glance seemed intelligent, and possessed an indescribable sense of strength. I had a feeling he knew of his big brothers death too.
I put my hand under his chin, his breath and heart pounding quickly. I looked up at the nurse, worried his heart rate was unusual.
The nurse smiled, “It’s a healthy baby boy.” She assured.
Hope twinkled in my eyes, “Sonic,” I repeated, my eyes resting on the blue baby.