Part 2.

A/N: I named joe's dad warren, dispite the fact that he'll never be called it in the entire story -_-

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Warren’s P.o.V

I can’t believe it. I tried so hard to forget what happened and move on with my life. But that blasted forest. I hate it with every fiber of my being. It ruined my life, and now it’s ruining my son’s. 

I need to get him home, if anyone saw what was about to happen it wouldn’t be easy. News travels fast around this town, everyone would know within seconds. Hell, they’d probably find it strange to see us walking through the woods, my son half naked and puking. But fortunately, he has a habit of doing things like that. He won’t anymore, I was the same before he was born. But what he’s about to go through I wouldn’t wish on anyone. 

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of vomiting again. I need to tell him. He’ll figure it out after a while, but he needs to know first. I watch him as we return home. He hasn’t really started yet. The vomiting is there, but the rest is yet to come. That makes it worse. He could start any second. I quicken my pace as he follows, still confused, still glaring at me. He hates my existence. He has for a long time. He’s a stubborn, wild, little hell raiser.

And yet, I can’t hate him back. 

I suddenly realize I can no longer hear footsteps behind me. I turn to see him standing, looking like he’s going to be sick again. But there’s something worse. I look at his midsection. His figure is the same, but right where his bellybutton is there is a very slight bulge. If you weren’t looking for it, you’d miss it. But there it is, he’s starting.

“Come on!” I shout, I can see our house only a few yards away. He shoots me a glare, he’s defiantly feeling the first effects. At first, when you wake up, you feel sore all over. You have trouble moving and you can’t stop looking at your midsection. You start vomiting, until you start hurling a strange substance. Then it gets worse. 

We need to hurry. I lift his arm over my shoulder and place my arm around his abdomen. I freeze. It’s there! I can feel it! It’s tiny but it’s just getting ready. He stares at me, still perplexed. I pull him along, hurrying to our front gate. I pull it open and drag him inside. It’s going to be a rough night.

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Joe’s P.o.V

This is weird. I feel wrong. I must have thrown up five times now. I stare at my stomach. I can’t stop watching it, it feels strange. I feel a wave of nausea come over me. I double over again. I hurt inside, I can feel it rising up my windpipe. I gag again, depositing the liquid on the ground as my body convulses. I lift myself up and stare at it. It’s blue. It’s glowing brightly. This is not right. I need a doctor, or an exorcism or something. 

I turn to my dad whose once again staring squarely at my stomach. I look at it. Has it? No, it can’t have. I’ve been up chucking for ages and it wasn’t there this morning. There’s a very slight bulge. It’s not big, but it’s there. “Come on!” my dad shouts. He lifts my arm over  his shoulder, I’m too scared to even protest. He reaches his arm around me and rests it on my midsection. I flinch as he touches it. Like it shouldn’t be touched. His doesn’t move, staring at me again. He pulls me along faster than my tired legs can carry me. We’re nearly home, I can call a doctor. My dad pulls me inside. I’m terrified, I’m really terrified.

Joe’s P.o.V

I try to run to the phone, my body still aching. Suddenly, my dad runs up to me and pulls me into the lounge room. “What the fuck are you doing!?” I yell, trying to get up again. He sits on the chair across from me. He doesn’t answer me. “I need a doctor!” I yell.

“We can’t call a doctor.” He says. “Joe, this might be hard for you to understand, but-” He trails off. He’s staring at my exposed abdomen again. “What?” I ask. “Why are you looking at my stomach?” I examine it. It’s bigger, barely, but definitely bigger.

“You went into the woods, you passed out and had a dream where you started to get attracted to your own body, you woke up naked except for your jeans, you felt sore and you can’t stop being sick.“ He says. What? That’s, that’s impossible. How can he know exactly what happened. “You can’t walk and now your stomach is expanding.” He finishes. 

I’m speechless. How can he know? He knows every last detail.

“What’s wrong with me?” I ask, scared of the answer. He looks at me, and places a hand on my cold, sore belly. “You’re pregnant.” He says. 

Did he just say what I think he said? “That’s impossible!” I yell. It can’t be that. I can’t have a baby. He looks at me, totally serious. Oh my fucking god! He’s serious! I’m having a baby! I look at my stomach. How is this possible? All the symptoms are there, I’ve been sick, my belly’s been growing. But I’m a man! I haven’t had sex in weeks! And I’m not gay, I’ve never had sex with a man! Nothing about that equals baby.

He puts his hand on my lap. “I told you not to go through the forest.” He says. The forest. That dream, the shooting star went into my stomach. It was the egg, and I inseminated myself. “How do you know all this?” I ask. I need to know how. I need to know why this is happening. He pauses. “Because eighteen years ago I walked through the forest., and then...” Eighteen years. EIGHTEEN YEARS!? “I gave birth to you.” He says. I can’t say anything. I’m confused, and scared, and pregnant. He pulls me into a hug as I sit there crying like a child. 

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Warren’s P.o.V

I never wanted to tell him, I wanted him to be normal. Now here he is, in the same position as I was. I know about the forest, I know how it tempted me, told me to go. After that night, I never went there again. I never heard it calling me, assuming that the curse had left after it made joe. But it didn’t. It waited, It lured him in, it’s been calling him for years. 

I remembered when it happened. Only two weeks after my eighteenth birthday I heard the forest calling me. I spent the night in the forest, unable to walk. Getting bigger and bigger as the night went on. I was so scared. I called for help, but nobody came. Then suddenly, I felt a sharp pain. It went away, then it came back in a few minutes. Each time it happened it was getting closer and closer. I felt pain in my ass. It hurt so much. Then water gushed out, so much water. I screamed and screamed. My belly started glowing and the pains got worse. I needed to push, I felt like i’d die if I didn’t. I pushed for an hour. Then I felt my skin tearing, I cried but I kept pushing. With one last push I felt something fall out and screamed. I turned around and picked it up. It was a baby boy. Joe. 

I stared at it in total disbelief. I couldn’t believe it. I was sure I would never have kids, but when I looked at Joe, I couldn’t let him go. The first time I saw his eyes I loved him. And suddenly the forest didn’t seem so bad. It didn’t call me, it didn’t beckon. I was sure that what ever was there left when Joe was born. But it didn’t. I didn’t want him to go through the forest incase he met the same fate as I did. I loved Joe. But I wouldn’t want anyone to go through that.

Now, he’s lying here, his head buried in my chest. Scared at what’s going to happen. It’s going to be a rough night, but come the morning, my son will be a father.

SORRY!

I actually finished this weeks ago, but I forgot about it. Also, I've been working on my next story. It's a little better thought out, but it's a little longer. 

But anyway, here's some more of the story. 

Enjoy!

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Joe’s P.o.V

I can’t. I just can’t. It’s too much. I was stupid, and brash, and reckless. But this!? I can’t handle this! I run upstairs, dashing to my room. It can’t be right. It’s impossible.

I stare down at my belly. There can’t be life in there, can there?

Suddenly a wave of nausea hits me. I lean over my waste paper basket and hurl my guts out. It’s still the same, blue, glowing goop. It sickens me to look at it. All of this is wrong. How could this be possible? How could my dad not tell me he gave birth to me? 

I look down at my belly and rub it gently. I think it’s gotten bigger again. This can’t be right. I need a sure fire way of telling. I grab a measuring tape from my draw, wrapping it around my midsection. The measurements will prove that nothing’s wrong. I’m about to check the measurements, when I notice that my belly is growing as I speak, the tape slowly showing my gain. I scream, my belly ballooning, throbbing as I feel something moving inside me.

This can’t be happening! This isn’t happening! My belly hurts as my skin becomes taught with child... or something. I sink to my knees, my belly gurgling as it expands. The door is thrown open, and dad stares at me in horror. He runs over to me and grabs me in his arms. “You’re going to be fine, Joe.” He says, hugging me and resting his hand on my belly. “You’re going to be ok.”

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Warren’s P.o.V

“You’re going to be ok” I say, trying to sooth my son. He’s lying there, his gut expanding. I can feel it, the child growing beneath his skin. It gets bigger every second. He looks about half way through. If he was a woman, and this was a normal pregnancy, I would say he was five months and counting. 

I hush him, rocking back and forth like I did the night he was born. That’s when it finally strikes me. I’m going to be a grandfather, that bulge under his skin is my grandchild. A baby, innocent in all this, like it’s father was. “Joe,” I say. He’s a little calmer now. “Put your hand here.” I say, guiding in his hand. I place his hand on his bump, and place mine next to it. The child inside is kicking. He looks at it, like he’s unsure how to feel. “That’s you child in there,” I remind him. “I know that right now it seems insane, but one day soon you’re going to care for it as much as I care for you”. He looks me in the eye. He’s crying. and so am I. But it will be okay.

It's FINALLY done.

Firstly, for those of you expecting a graphic birth, prepare to be dissapointed. 

Secondly, it's not very realistic. But this is a supernatural story. 

Please enjoy!

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Joe’s P.o.V

I look down. Down at my baby. God, that’s going to take some getting used to. My baby. 

What the hell does that make me? A mom? A dad? I don’t even know. 

I can feel it growing. It’s getting bigger every second. My skin is stretching. It’s really tight, and really hard. I’m scared. I don’t know anything. I don’t know how to be a parent. I don’t know how I’ll give birth. I don’t know how I got pregnant. I’m a moron. Plain and simple.

“You’re gonna be ok.” Dad comforts, for the umpteenth time. “You look nearly six months along.” He half-laughs. “Only a little while now.”  

I feel the baby move. It shifts around as my stomach bulges. Somewhere, at the back of my mind, I feel happy. Just a bit. Knowing that it’s alive. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not glad, but I just feel like I want it safe. I don’t even know what to feel any more. 

Suddenly, my belly surges forward, growing faster than it did. My stomach is pulsating, thrusting larger. It hurts, like all my organs are moving. My stomach’s churning and the baby’s kicking up a storm. Dad puts his arm on my shoulder. “It looks like it’s time.” He says, solemnly. “What?, Now?” I ask, a little shocked. He just nods, “In a few minutes your water will break.” What? No, I’m not ready for this! I can’t look after a kid. I can’t give birth to a kid! 

A sharp pain in my abdomen grabs my attention. I yelp in pain. It feels like something tore! “Calm down, it’s just a contraction.” He says. That was a contraction? I didn’t think it would be that severe this early! “Don’t be such a wuss.” He teases. I shoot him a dirty look, reminding him of the gravity of the situation. “Sorry.” He backpedals. 

There’s a ton of pressure on my hips. I’m guessing it’s the baby. I try to sit up, but the pain in my stomach stops me. I wince, and start to sit back down. Dad helps me gently to the ground. He looks at me, he’s nearly as terrified as I am. “You sure you want to do this here? I could get you to the bed.” He asks. I just nod. 

 The pain is unbearable. And it isn’t going away. “It...hurts..” I struggle, as he gets me a pillow and places it under my head.

“Where? Point to it.” He questions. I point at my gut. I can’t reach the source of pain. “Kinda at the back.” I groan. He looks puzzled. Oh, that’s a good sign. “You sure?” He confirms. I nod again. He looks worried. Keeping quite for several minutes.

Suddenly, my pants are soaked. I just gasp. He looks puzzled again before noticing the damp patch on the carpet. “Water broke?” I just nod. I can’t talk, something’s wrong. He undoes my belt and slips my jeans off, leaving me in my boxers. “Next time you have a contraction, tell me.” He orders. I wish I knew, but everything feels numb. I feel weak. Really weak.

He grabs my legs and lifts them over his shoulders. “You’re dilated.” He says. “I need you to push now.” He says. I can just comply. “You need to push harder or you’ll never be done.” I think i’m pushing. I can’t tell. It’s getting dark, everything’s a blur. I feel something moving down there, coming out of my anus. Dad’s saying something. I don’t know what. I need to stop, I’m so tired. 

Dad’s face is next to mine, he’s crying. He’s hugging me, distressed. I just keep pushing. All I can think about is the baby. He pulls me close, saying something. 

I’m so tired. I muster my strength and struggle out one last push. And then I hear it, in the quiet. The sound of a child crying. Dad shows me a bloody mess, crying and smiling at the same time. The only word I hear is girl. 

And then I know it’s okay, that I’m done. I can rest now.

Before I sleep I say one last word. An important one. 

“Evelyn...”

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Ten years later... 

“Granddad, I was wondering...” The young girl asked. The older man smiled at her. 

“Yes, eve?” He responds, guessing what the question will be.

“Well,” She asks. “I know it makes you sad, but...” She trails off, unsure off how to continue. “What happened to my dad?” Her grandfather looks at here, reminded of his lost child. 

He misses him every day. His little boy. But he has another responsibility now, and he cares about her just as much. “Well...” The man starts. “Just know this, He loved you, he loved you a lot.” He starts to tear up, but he fights it back to save face. “And he didn’t want to leave you.” The young girl looks disappointed, but then she smiles. 

“I guess that’s what matters most.” The man smiles at her. It’s a sad smile, but a proud one. 

The two of them look outside as the moving vans leave. “I think it’s time we said goodbye to this old place.” The man says. The two climb into the car, and drive away from the forest for the last time.

Fin

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