Inside the van

After about three sets of lights, and hightailing like a fugitive, Osmond slowed to a more natural speed.
No squad cars were on their tail, no choppers in the sky.  He'd run from the police enough times as a youth to know that unnecessary law breaking will only get you caught.  There's a time for speed, and a time to play it cool.
"Is it just me, or are we looking good?" he started.

"We aren't out of the woods yet.  But you're right... No one seems to be following us."  Not even the doctor, Miriam smiled inwardly.  Their good fortune ultimately convinced her that God's will was being done.  Osmond was quite responsive to her, as well.  Silently, she thanked her god for delivering the child into her hands, and assured Him that the child would soon be in his.

"Look at this van!"  Ariel had been transfixed by the quarrel outside the hospital until this point.  She finally took a second to breathe, and look around at her surroundings.  Underneath the seat were coolers filled with rations, and a larger cooler filled with water, and a secondary grate under the cover.  It was pretty easy to guess what might be going in there...Bastards.
Then again, if they got pulled over, she could stick the baby in there without a care, without a trace...
Clever... but still bastards....
Bastards who wanted to help, though...  What she wouldn't give to see some of that truth serum work on Miriam.  She wondered if Dr. Grant had taken any with him.
Her stomach turned.  The doctor...
Was he going to be alright?  He's the only reason why they were escaping at that very moment.  He'd led the police away, and taken their time.  He caused such a distraction that no police had even bothered to look for the minivan.  Maybe they didn't even see the three of them get in the minivan?
Would she ever see him again?  Probably not.
The feeling of desperation suddenly enveloped her.  Her husband was completely naive to Miriam's hidden agenda, and when would they even have the time to discuss it?
She looked down at her child.
Poor baby.
"I'm sorry child," she spoke softly to it,"but you're going to have to grow up with the weight of the world on your shoulders."
The car was silent, but for the hum of the engine.
"Like Atlas."  reflected Osmond, after some time.
"Except I think Atlas may have had the heavens on his shoulders.." he continued after a moment.
Ariel looked at the back of Miriam's head, then back at her baby.  So much sacrifice for this child...
For Atlas.  Who carried the weight of the heavens on his shoulders.
"I like that name. Atlas."

"You're going to name that th -" Miriam caught her tongue, "um.. You're going to name your child after a greek god who was damned to stand on the earth and support the heavens?

"How do you feel about it, hon?" Ariel spoke to Osmond.
"I like it.  Damn straight that kid is gonna have the heavens on his shoulders.  But he's no greek god.  He's our son, and if I have anything to say about it, he's not just gonna hold the heavens in place.
No, he's gonna shake the shit right out of 'em!"

Arrogant fools...

Heathens!

Inwardly, Miriam fumed.

But she forced a smile.  Osmond smiled back, and so did Ariel...  Because she could see how much effort it took for Miriam to play nice.
Bitch.
She'll get hers, sooner or later.

And for the first time, little Atlas started to cry.