Diary of a RABBit
Title: Diary of a RABBit
Author: TC Amlin
Disclaimers: Same as always, I don't own then and just use them for fun. Harmon Scott Rabb the III, aka the Rabbit is mine.
Classification: Just fluff here, Harm/Mac, Trey
Spoilers: This is just another part in the series At Home With The Rabb's. It is meant for fun only and the series can be found at my web site. The last few parts that need to be updated will be done soon as I ever get Front Page back on my laptop.
7-17-1
What a day, man I never thought that when I woke up that my day would end like this. Geez, I was all fed, warm, happy and stretched out, well as much as I could in my own little world. The only noise that was being made came from my landlord as she fussed at her husband for laughing at her. And she was blaming him and me for her troubles.
It was then that I started feeling the first tremors of the day and I should have guessed this day was going to suck.
There was just one small tremor. I had felt several of them before and complained to the landlord and she stopped them, so when another didn't come I decided to take a nap. I was kind of awakened by a few others every now and then, and then I started to keep track of them. They were getting harder and then they started contracting on me, that is when I lost all of comforts of home and I realized that I wasn't the only one that was mad. You should have heard my landlord reading the riot act to her husband for not waking her earlier. Of course one of those tremors hit and shut her up right quick. I had to laugh because getting the snot squeezed out of you at the same time was the only was to way to make it.
As time went by, the pressure from the squeezing on me got intense, and I mean intense, and it was then that I realized that I was going to be evicted from my womb. My home that I enjoyed, like I told you earlier it was a warm cozy place and I was well fed and except for the landlord and her husband, I wasn't disturbed to much. I will make one complaint though, I know I said I was well fed but what is it with that lady and Italian food? Between the pizza and pasta that she ate I don't know if I will ever get over the garlic withdrawls, or the chocolate, although I did like the mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Before I knew it I am being pushed down this tunnel, evicted from my womb and out in to this cold as ice room. And before I could even voice my displeasure this lady in an awful looking blue suit is sticking something down my throat and then in my nose. The audacity just killed me and as soon as she was through I let every one know that I was not a happy camper. And get this, they were all smiling and laughing at my discomfort. Here I was wet, cold as ice shivering and screaming that I wasn't happy and they set me down on this ladies chest.
It took me only a second to realize that she was my now ex-landlord but at least she was crying too even though she had this big goofy grin on her face. Then I noticed this big guy next to us with some scissors and he cut my food supply off. Just like that snip and all ties to my former life are over. Then he handed the scissors to the woman in blue and started running his big fingers over my face. It was then when he spoke that I recognized his voice too. He was the landlord's husband and he was crying too with a big goofy grin. How does my eviction from my womb give these people the right to smile!
Before I know it some other badly dressed in blue woman takes me over to the white springy thing and lays me down, then she stretches me out and gives everyone my weight and height. Then she places me on this bed where at least there is some heat thing above me. I have been trying to let them know that I am cold but the just seem to ignore me and do with me what they want.
Then, there are new tortures. This woman in blue paints my feet black and the takes each foot and plasters it to a piece of paper. She does this twice and then to some t-shirt that I find out later belongs the landlord's husband. After that she rubs me, now as much as it felt good it did get annoying. It was like she was trying to rub my skin off. Then when she was done she finally dressed me. Some type of wrap around thing that covered my middle and my butt and then she put on this stupid looking cap, it was blue and matched her sad looking clothes.
At least she wrapped me up in a blanket and I finally started to feel warm but the entire struggle of the morning was getting to me. I was getting tired and was starting to fall asleep when they placed me back in my landlord arms. I lay there staring at her and her goofy looking husband as they explained to me that they were my mommy and daddy. I remembered now hearing them say that was whom they were when I was living in my womb undisturbed.
Their words were comforting and it was then that I knew that I would be okay. So I dozed off as I hear what my real name will be, Harmon Scott Rabb the III, aka the Rabbit or Trey.
The nap didn't last long as I awoke to some woman in this pink outfit checking me over. The next thing I know she sticks this needle in what is left of my food cord and draws out this red junk. I let her know that I wasn't happy with this and she just smiled at me.
I don't think that these people are understanding me at all.
After some more poking and prodding they finally give me some clothes, put back on the stupid looking cap and wrap me back up. They place me on my side in the box like thing and wheel me to the room where other poor souls like me are complaining.
After listening to some I realize that I have had it easy. I only got squeezed for a few hours, one poor girl a few boxes over was squeezed and pushed about for 30 hours. Then there are two guys that were made to share a womb. That must have been hard having to share that space with someone else.
Tired I fall asleep and wake up later because I am hungry. I wake up in my daddy's arms. He is staring at me with such a look that I know that he will always be there for me. This feeling of peace comes over me and then this feeling of love. I can feel that now. He puts out a finger for me to grab hold of and I do. I want him to know that I love him, but I also try to tell him that I am hungry.
Then from somewhere I hear my mom's voice. She's telling dad to hand me over. With some jostling and rearranging I find myself at my mom's breast, and it is then that I get the idea that food comes from there, at least for now. It takes me several tries to get things right and then dinner is served. She starts to cry again and I hear her and dad talking and then chuckling over something.
I finally get my fill of more garlic-flavored food and with a few pats on the back from my dad I belch, mom and dad laugh. I have had enough for now. I need to sleep.
I wake up ever now and then for the rest of my first day out side of my womb. I get great food service. They change me when I dirty my clothes and they kept snuggling me close to let me know that they care for me.
There were some strangers whose voices I have heard before but they didn't stay long, just told mom and dad that they would come over after we all were home. Great all I want to do is eat and sleep and they will want to play with me.
Oh well, I will worry about that later, right now I am content to just sleep in my dad's arms.