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"Please, don't shoot," Macarena begged as the Civil Guards pointed their guns at her. She was in the middle of the forest and was supposed to be searching for the money of Yolanda.
But now, she stood alone and bloody in the forest while Fabio bled out and was confronted with heavily armed guards with rifles pointed at her. So, she shouted the first thing she could think of.
"I'm pregnant!"
In retrospect, it wasn't only that she didn't want to get killed, she also wanted her baby to stay alive. Even though she begged for an abortion for weeks beforehand, her feelings changed. No, this was probably the first time she came to the conclusion that she didn’t want to lose her child.
No, even in a traumatic shootout she thought of her child first. She thought about what she wanted the most and what she would have regretted if she died. Killing the life growing in her stomach was one of those things she may have regretted in the future. So, her first thought had been 'Don't kill my baby!'.
Luckily, she was not shot that day. The realisation stuck, however. Even after the event, she had the same feelings about the pregnancy: She wanted to keep it, even if it was technically Simon’s baby as well. For her, that didn't matter anymore.
So, almost two weeks later she got her first ultrasound. At first, she was worried, especially because of the doctor who did the examination. But soon, her worries faded as she concentrated on the screen before her.
In the instant where Macarena saw her child, she knew that she couldn't give him up, ever. She wanted to let that baby live and see him grow up. Even if it was Simon’s DNA. Even if she was still stuck in prison. Even if her life was a mess at the moment. No matter what!
Then, Curly walked by as if planned (it was most definitely planned). She made up some excuse for her to stay and then sat down next to Macarena. She was almost as excited as Macarena was, betting on the sex of the child, already. It turns out the was right, it was going to be a boy.
Both of them were overjoyed with the thought of a baby boy and wanted nothing more than to raise their son together. They thought they were ready for that, but is anyone ever truly prepared for a baby?
Well, Macarena wanted to be prepared for everything, so she already started reading pregnancy books in her third month. Babies are complicated, right? Better to inform oneself beforehand! She didn’t want to make any mistakes, not even early ones. Curly and Sole thought she was thinking too much about it, especially since the prison offered parental classes for young mothers.
But that wasn't even close to the amount she spent reading now. Now, being in her last few months. She was too anxious to relax and just wait around.
After all, she didn't expect to lose her son, but it still almost happened, when Zulema had her drugged up in her own room to negotiate things with her father after the whole 'Egyptian kidnapping'-situation. It was the most scared she'd ever been!
So, she tries to be prepared for absolutely anything life may want to throw at her. Anything considering her son. Curly laughed at her enthusiasm for a while, but after she learnt the reason she actually dialled it down a bit.
Out of the two, Curly was eager but nowhere as prepared as Macarena. Or so they thought. It turns out that neither of them really expected how much preparation is needed for the time directly after the baby is being born. Even the prison guards didn't think really think about it and so all of them are kind of... behind.
Turns out there wasn't even a single vacant seat in the maternity cellblock right now for her to move to. That was because it turned out that no one had made a transfer request. Well, Macarena thought it would be self-evident that she would have to go to the other cellblock after birth! She even talked to the governor about it. Why would she stay in Cell Block B with murderers when she could instead join other mothers?
Nope, no one made a damn request for Macarena at all. Talking to the governor wasn’t categorised as making an official request. Instead of being surrounded by fellow mothers, she will have to give birth to her baby in cellblock B and even let him live there for a few weeks or more.
And the worst of it? Since this cellblock didn't have baby-specific things like cribs, they had to get them now. It was so damn stressful to find cheap furniture for the baby that was allowed in by the prison and was not taking up too much space in the cell!
Who knew that babies needed so much? According to the checklist, the newborn needed more than Macarena even owned in her prison-day-to-day-life. From specific clothing to baby gear like a play mat to diapers, diaper disposal cans, rash cream to baby washes, hooded towels, a little tub to a breast pump and so on; they had to buy it all in the next couple of weeks.
They knew a baby needed specific stuff for their age group, but they never knew that it was so much! None of them had the time to put all of it actually together on the list to see the sheer amount of items all put together before.
Everything was so busy! But, in a way, it was nice, too. The couple knew what to actually do with their time and was anticipating the birth!
The only one who did have a major problem with this current state of affairs was Anabel. Well, they were probably more inside the prison, but Anabel was the only bothered one in their cell at least. It wasn’t like Macarena still owed her any money anymore, but they were still on thin ice. Now, with all of the stress because of the baby, Anabel was even more irritated than usual.
Macarena spent her days going through the checklist of items to get everything on time: calling her parents, checking listings in magazines she was allowed to read and talking to the governor. And if she wasn’t occupied with that, she was continuing to read books on pregnancy and childbirth.
In the same time, Curly and Sole talked all about what they want to teach the little boy when he got older. Especially Curly was so full of life as if she was the one actually pregnant.
As Macarena was now in her last month, it was time for her to plan her ‘support team’. At least that was what she is supposed to be doing, according to her guide books. And since she trusts those books a whole lot, she figured that she'll probably need someone to help her out, in addition. Someone like a partner, a friend, a relative or so on.
Maybe the governor would allow that her parents could help her out from time to time? She was already thinking whether she may be allowed to let her parents see the baby at all when someone pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Hey, blondie!" Curly calls out to Macarena, who was currently laying down. Since she laid down her book, it was quite obvious that she stopped reading. "Did you know you can have a nanny here?"
Macarena looked up, confused. She did not know that, but that was probably due to her books not being about prisoners. Books about the upcoming month before childbirth of mothers who are stuck in a prison sound too specific to be a guide book. And if they were books like that, she didn’t find it, yet.
"I don't think my parents have to money to hire a nanny in prison, Curly," she sighed. If would be nice though, she didn't want to leave her baby alone in this prison at any second.
"Nonono, it's not a professional," Curly elaborates, "The governor told me that 'Every mother can have a nanny who, like the mother, is an inmate who has taken parental classes and is serving time for a non-violent offence' or something like that. I could be the nanny for the baby!"
She was practically jumping up and down with excitement. Even though both of them had some problems in their relationship and communication, Curly was absolutely sure she wanted to help raise the child.
Macarena thought about his idea, 'It may be good to have her as an official caretaker. And I already wanted her help with him already.'
"...so?" Curly wasn't only eager, but also very impatient. "What do you think? Is it a good idea? I'm sure it'll work out fine, come on. I wanna raise your little boy as well!"
Macarena chuckled. Of course, the other one didn't even wait for Macarena's answer. Curly's excitement was endearing in its own way.
"Sure, but-"
"YES! I knew that you would agree!" Curly interrupted and thrust her hands in the air to represent her triumph.
As Curly twirled around the room as if she just won the lotto, Anabel grumbled.
"I'm warning you, blondie," she threatened, "Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're a mother now. And keep that kid out of my business, got it?"
Anabel stood up from where she was sitting to take a few steps to Macarena, "Just because you don't owe me money anymore doesn't make us best friends, alright? Don't you think I forgot how much time you got to pay me back!"