Gray skies sat in the window the day Ayamari got stuck in a vagina, but the only one who noticed them was her father.  He was a man of few commitments.  He wasn't bald but balding, nor fat but just a little plump.  He sat on a stool, staring out the window, and looked away from the painful moaning that layered in echoes behind him.

“Oguste!” his wife bellowed.

“Yes, dear?” he said.
“Something's wrong.”  But soon after a few abnormal grunts she faded from consciousness and the doctors rushed her out.  Hours later in the waiting room, Dr. Klausenberg had something to say:

“Well, Oguste, I've never seen anything quite like this before, but we're pretty certain she'll die if we try to save the baby.”

“You've never seen this?” Oguste said.  “It happens all the time.  Forgo the kid, save my Sasaru.”

“The abnormality is not so simple,” Dr. Klausenberg assured.  “Your baby's head is stuck.  I understand you love your wife, but the chances for her are slim.”

“Irregardless,” replied Oguste, and that was that.

Of course, once the good doctor reached the operating table, poor Sasaru had already passed.  The miracles of science, however, kept the dear little child alive.

Dr. Klausenberg chased Oguste down the halls of the hospital after bearing the bad news.  “Oguste,” he said.  “Please wait!  We ought to keep her for a few days.  You understand, right?”

Oguste spun around, his newborn little girl in hand, and rolled her into the doctor's arms.  “Fine, take it.”

“Have you thought of a name?”

And then, in Oguste's mind, it was nine months ago in the basement of the Organitz Apartment Complex.  The late Sasaru's head slid up and down the stucco wall as her body vibrated against a bright red washing machine.

Oguste plunged in and out of his wife, clothing draped over the both of them in the throws of immediacy.  After thirty-four seconds they cuddled on the cement floor.  “You're still on birth control, right?” Oguste muttered.

“No, and we're naming him Cuthbert.  I just hope my students won't be jealous.”

“You want to name our boy Cuthbert Oswelt?”

“Yes, and if it's a girl-“

To his wife, Ogusted interrupted: “It won't be a girl.”  Back in reality, he told the doctor the truth: “We hadn't discussed a girl's name.”

“Well, you have a few weeks to think about it.”

“Actually,” Oguste said, “that won't be necessary.  I know the perfect name for her.”  And that's how the baby Ayamari got her name.