Miscegenetion

The doctor was old, from a different time and different generation. His eyes squinted, looking at the brunette beauty before him, on the hospital bed. She had a white man next to her, holding her hand. Good, the doctor thought. He'd been retired until he made some mistakes in the stock market, and was **** back into work bringing life into the world.

She had many tattoos, which made the doctor blanche. He didn't understand any of them, he thought. BNWO? What the hell did that mean.

The labor was relatively painless. And then the baby was born. A mixed child, the doctor thought with revulsion. He looked at the white man, who seemed overjoyed. Jesus, the doctor thought, taking off his gloves and tossing them away. There used to be laws against that shit.

Meanwhile, Douglas was breaking the good news to G-Dawg.