This Can't be Happening

"Push!" Collins said as he sat on a chair with his leg in a cast.

"Collins I'm trying!" Angel tartly replied.

"Come on baby push: you're doing great and just imagine how great this will be…come one baby."

Angel Dumott Schunard was pushing with all her might. She could not believe this was happening to her. And Collins, to top it off, was sitting there yelling at her to push like she was some kind of mule or something….she did not deserve this kind of punishment.

"¡Cáete la boca tu kulo!" Angel yelled in frustration.

"I'm sorry baby, I was just trying to encourage you. You're doing so well." Angel shot Collins the glare of death.

"Thomas B. Collins this is your fault, do you realize that?" Collins looked down at his leg; he wished he could help her somehow, but he knew he couldn't.

"Yeah baby, but we didn't have to do this if you didn't want to…it was all up to you. Now come on baby only a little longer." Angel sighed; she could never stay mad at Collins for long.

"Okay, I'll do it. Like your said only a little while longer…"

"Angel pushed as hard as she could until she was blue in the face.

"Good it's moving! Keep going Ang!" Pleased with Collins praise, Angel pushed harder.

"Okay! It's all over baby, come look at how beautiful it is."

"Oh Collins, it's beautiful. I love it! Just think of all the clothes I can fit in here! I'm so happy!" Collins smiled and motioned for his lover to come sit on his lap.

"Well you done did good, Angel baby…now you can go our and spend all my money."

"Yep!"

A/N: Hahahaha I got ya didn't I???