CHAPTER 204: MOVE YOUR BIG ASSES

As the speeches wound down, people started to kind of visit within the crowd. Celeste leaned forward and spoke to a young man, a very young-looking man. "Honey, I believe that you have knocked over your drink. You got water all under the chair."

Clayton looked around. "No ma’am, I don’t have a drink. I don’t know where it came from."

Celeste looked again. "Honey, your waters broke. You need to go and have that baby."

Clayton looked down again and began to panic as he realized his water had really broken, but he had not had one pain. He tapped on Homer’s shoulder and pointed down at the ground, then looked and pointed to his belly, telling him it’s time.

Tim, realizing that Homer had just gotten back on his feet and was not fully recovered, helped get young Clayton up and headed toward the clinic area.

Celeste was not to be left out of this one. She asked where the clinic was because she would clear the way, and clear it she did. Wasn’t no one going to mess with a little Sicilian woman at the top of her voice. "Move your big asses out of the way! We got a baby coming here!" It looked like the parting of the Red Sea as everyone made room for a very determined lady.

Over the PA, Zach spoke out. "Lex, you’re needed at the delivery room. We have a young Genman that has decided to make his presence known on Coming Home Day. Please report to the delivery room."

When they all arrived at the delivery room waiting on Lex, Celeste helped Clayton get himself ready. He knew the basics about the chair and how to sit in it. Homer wasn’t much help, but Celeste made sure he was sitting in front where he belonged to help calm the young man who was a little scared.

By the time Lex got there, Celeste was behind Clayton, in position as a very determined young man was making his entrance into the world. She wrapped him in the blanket after she cleaned his face and tied the cord off. She was an old hand because she had delivered so many human babies—Genmen were not any different; they all come out when they’re ready. She handed him off to Homer, who bonded with him through touch and then helped him find a nipple so that he could nurse on Clayton. Celeste was so proud—this was her first Genmen baby to deliver.

Zack made it to the delivery room and asked how everything was going. "I could have stayed there. Mama Celeste had everything handled here. Clayton could not have been in any better hands at all," Lex replied.

Celeste was starting to wipe down her hands and clean up a little bit herself. "I just love helping children come into this world. They are the most precious gift that we can ever be given. This child has got a head start on most—he’s got two loving parents. So young man, what are you going to name this fine child?"

Clayton thought about it for a minute. "We only get first names unless we’re part human and the other parent will allow us to utilize their last name. Will you help me name him, maybe after your father or someone else in your family?"

Celeste smiled. "My father’s name was Roman Romano, and I think just maybe this world needs a Romano in it. So with my blessing and my permission, I give your family the Romano last name, and this child shall be named Roman Apollo Romano because he’s going to fly to new heights just like the Greek God Apollo from old Earth."

Clayton and Homer were both proud of his name—little Roman. Homer couldn’t wait to get out and show his new son off to everyone and to announce that his family had a last name that they had been blessed with.

Celeste had been busy, but she was getting a little tired and asked if she could skip a few things and go to the main house and lay down for a while. Zack agreed and carried her to the main house so she could take a nap, but she still needed to go on the tour, and it would be a guided tour.

Celeste had rested, and a couple hours later she returned to Zach’s office. The two were having a pleasant conversation when a knock came at his door. "Come on in," Zack told the person that was knocking. It was Tim.

"I’m sorry to bother you today, Father, but we have a little situation here in the Z1 that’s going to need your special touch. It seems that a couple of our celebratory revelers violated a policy set down by you about no hanky-panky today in the open. I would’ve sent them on their way, but one is a special guest and the other is a resident. Now the resident has never done anything like this before and in fact is very shy and reserved and mostly keeps to himself when it’s near his time. But today something else happened."

"Tim, who is the guest?"

"He was one of your grandson’s special request guests. I don’t know all what happened because security called me and I brought them here. They’re just coming down from their euphoria."

Zack looked at Celeste. "See that big overstuffed chair there facing the wall of books? Why don’t you take a seat over there where nobody knows you’re in here? That way you can hear how I settle certain little problems we have here from time to time here on the Z1. Now if you think I’m not following a traditional path, feel free to interject your opinion in an appropriate manner because I think I might need your help with one of them."

Celeste took a seat in the chair so she could listen, and was very curious to find out who the interested parties were.

Tim opened the main door and told the two revelers to come inside and have a seat.

Before Zach could start, Eddie started. "I’m sorry, Mr. Zack. I know you told us if anybody had any rendezvous or anything else in the open, we’re definitely in trouble. But I don’t know what happened—no, that’s not what I mean. I realize what happened, but I remember sitting on a blanket listening to the bands, and there was this nice young man sitting beside me on the grass. I invited him over to share my blanket because I didn’t want him getting his obviously new clothes soiled with the grass stains. Everything was going well; we introduced ourselves to each other. But it was when his hairy arm touched my bare arm—I felt sparks fly from the tip of my head to the end of my toes. He smelled like fresh cut timber in a pristine forest, and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and kissed him. I know I shouldn’t have—I shouldn’t have taken those liberties—but I couldn’t control myself. I lost myself completely."

Jeremiah spoke up. "Mr. Zach, it’s not his fault. I smelled lavender and vanilla, and I’m going to tell you right now, when he kissed me, I don’t know what took over. I’ve never kissed another anything other than a female human a couple of times. And like him, I felt something surge through my body. He asked me if we could find someplace a little quieter to get to know each other. Several of the other couples told us we need to get out of there—we were smelling up the place, we needed to find something for us. He went to get up and I saw the wet spot on the back of his trousers, so I folded the blanket and laid it across my arm to hide it as we left the festivities. As we walked, he smelled so good I was getting feelings that I had never had before. He said he knew a shortcut to his place, so we took it. There were a lot of people taking the shortcuts, and we were shoved to one side in an alcove. The blanket hit the ground, then we hit the ground. We were out of sight, maybe not out of sound. The next thing I know, it’s happening."