Oh for fuck's sake. "Yeah.. not a baby," she murmured right as he passed out. Great. Just great. Now what was she going to do. She was kind of scared actually, and she didn't want any of the servants to help her. "Tony.. Tony.. god fucking dammit.. you fucking lame ass retarded idiot.. can't even fucking stay away.. you fucking sissy.." and then she remembered that hopefully her daughter was around. Oh she was going to traumatize her poor daughter. Oh well, she guessed. She was going to have to.
She picked up that bound book and started to write, telling Sophie that her father had passed out and that she needed her. But in the meantime, she was going to have to push all by herself.