Halfway into the birth canal and Mel had second thoughts. Who could blame him? It wasn't called labor for nothing. Soon, he would be with the other newborns crying in the nursery.
Still, he resisted. Mel slammed on the brakes and tried to crawl back inside. It had been a pleasant nine months.
Dr. Franzblau? Sheila? The nursery? And then childhood and adolescence, never mind what comes after?...Had he asked for any of that?