Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Soon the waiting room was filling up with her friends, aunts and uncles and even some of my buddies found their way out there, don’t ask me the fuck why, I wasn’t aware this shit was a social event. But I have to admit, their attitudes helped to relax me.
Since she was up and bubbly and not at all scared like I thought she would be, I thought it was okay to let go and enjoy the moment the way everyone else seemed to be. I didn’t quite make it there, but I was no longer ready to kill someone if she suffered even one second of pain.
The drug tray was brought in, and I was thinking maybe they should have a drug for expectant dads to help us through this shit. All in all, the atmosphere was festive after she’d been prepped and told we still had some time yet. People were in and out of the room and I was starting to think I’d been punked. Where was the screaming crazy ass woman I’d been expecting since the stick changed color?
People were eating and talking and laughing. I took her for a walk when one of the nurses suggested it, still calm and serene. I was beginning to relax and think, piece a cake. I’m gonna spoil the shit out of Junior as soon as he gets here because he did his dad a solid.
I shoulda known better fucking around with this one. This is the same girl who’d kept a crush hidden for damn near ever from everyone around her. By the time hour two rolled around the shit hit the fan. I could almost feel the change in the air before she dug her nails into my hand.
“Ho…what in the fuck?” That wasn’t because of the nails, but because of the pussy hurt scream that my wife made. Feet came running on the double and just like that there was a drastic change. There was no more chatter, just brisk instructions flying left and right, though the voices still conveyed calmness.
When she looked at me with all the fear that I’d been feeling, I felt it all go. “That’s right baby, just look at me.” My heart raced and my thoughts were jumbled but I was no longer in the grip of fear, because she needed me, they needed me.
“He’s going to be perfect baby, he’s going to be my image but with your smile and your beautiful heart. I’m going to teach him how to play catch and swim, because you can’t swim for shit baby.”
“Can too, ouch.”
“Eyes on mine baby.” Even when they were telling her to push I still kept her focused on me. I helped her with her breathing, using my hand to massage her tummy when Junior got a little too rambunctious. I didn’t look anywhere but at her the whole time, but I knew what was going on in the room.
I heard my son’s first cry and wasn’t surprised to feel tears rolling down my face to match the ones on hers. Then and only then was I able to breathe again. And when they put him in my arms for the firs time, I thought back to the first day I met her, who knew that that would lead to this.
I passed her her son and everything and everyone else faded away, it was just the three of us, me, my owl, and Junior.
THE END