Seed

I experimented with various forms of flora and fauna, various forms of plant life ranging from your every day lawn grass to exotic Brazilian wild flowers. I got nothing out of normal science, nothing that could give her what she wanted. So I took the next step, the illegal step. That step only desperate and dare I use the term, mad, scientist take. I broke the Harvard Compact, shattered its meaningless words into nothing. I took your typical backyard weed and, to put it in laments terms, tampered with its genetic structure.

The result was a seemingly stable metabolic mixture. I mixed it in with some of my own seed, and watched in amazement under the microscope as the sperm count literally tripled right before my eyes in the petri dish. I’d succeeded. There was only one thing left to do. Insert the mixture into my lower extremities and give Daisy what she wanted.

The process was painful of course, but it was merely a small price to pay in order to obtain what I wanted, what she wanted. I waited a day for any signs of side affects, any noticeable change in me. Nothing happened. Hell to tell you the truth I actually felt better. The pain that radiated from the injection simply vanished. That night I made sweet love to my wife, and accomplished the goal I’d been striving to achieve for the past three months.

As time passed, her stomach bulged with pregnancy; my child growing inside her. When she found out I watched that hole inside her fill again with happiness. Every day that passed in those nine months she smiled more brightly than ever before. I loved each and every moment of it. She didn’t want to get an ultra sound. She wanted to find out whether it was a boy or girl when it was born. And whatever she wanted, she got. Check ups at the hospital showed that the baby was healthy and had a steady pulse, at least that’s what it sounded like.

Nine months later, we were both at the hospital, Daisy and me. The time had come. Her water broke around midnight. I saw a sign that my experiment may have interfered in some small part, for what came out of her had a slight green hue to it. She didn’t seem to notice it thankfully. I didn’t want to upset her now, not when we were so close to perfect happiness. The doctors rolled her in, gave her some drugs to ease the pain, and prepared to deliver my child. I was garbed down in your typical green doctors coat, surgeons mask, and one of those little green doctors hats that resemble lunch lady hair nets.

The experiment lingered in my mind as I watched her push. They’d plugged her in to all the typical hospital equipment. I watched her strain, watched her beautiful face cringe with each push. She clenched my hand tightly. I comforted her with soothe words, things like the babies name. We’d decided since we were both botanist, that our child should have a name that could fit into the same sort of category. We picked Rose for if it was a girl and chose Liev for if it was a boy. I don’t know exactly what country the name Liev originates, but I do know it’s a name, and to me and Daisy, it sounded just fine.

"Its coming now, I can just see it." The doctor said. I waited in anticipation, waiting for him to reach down and bring up in his arms a healthy crying infant.