Jessie Winston

Chapter Twenty-One

"Look, Pony. He looks just like you."

My son had brown hair, greenish grey eyes, my button nose, and his daddy's ears.

My hair is light brown, Pony's is blond but his roots are dark brown. My son's eyes are the same as his. I love both of my boys.

"So what do you want to name him?" I asked Pony.

"How about Patrick Shaynne? Ya know, cause of my dad and Darry's middle name and then Soda's middle name."

"That's a beautiful name, Pony!"

"Why the hell did you call me at four o'clock in the morning, man?" He asked Darry. Then he pointed in my direction. I smiled and gave a small wave. Dally apologized right away. I told him that it was okay.

"Look Dal. This is Darrel Patrick. He's your nephew." I said.

"Oh wow! He looks a lot like you, Pony, man." Pony chuckled.

"Darry, how's Rosie doing?" I asked.

"She's real close. I think the baby will be here in about a half hour."

"Then you better get back to her." He nodded and left.

I heard shouting from the room across the hall. I just had to chuckle. I only laughed because that was me about an hour and a half ago.

Darry came in about five minutes later and ran a hand through his lightly greased hair.

"Well, he's here." He said.

"I wish I could see him." I said sadly.

"It's okay, Jessie Lynn. You can see him soon." Darry said.

Pony grabbed ahold of my hand. I felt comfortable with him. I looked back at my son and my eyes began watering.

"What's the matter, baby?" Pony asked.

"My son, my sister isn't here, I'm just so overwhelmed!" I cried.

"Um, I think your hormones are getting to you again, Jessie Lynn." Abby said.

"ABBY!" I said excitedly.

"Hey, JL." She said hugging me.

Then Patrick started to cry.

"Baaaaabe!" I called for Pony.

"What do you need, my love?"

"Help me sit up and get my fluffy pillow. He's hungry." I said.

He pretended to throw the pillow at me. I flinched.

"Don't you dare!" I warned.

He handed me the pillow and helped me scoot up in the bed. At that very moment, I got a cramp because my uterus is contracting back to its normal size. So I winced.

"Sorry, baby girl."

"You didn't hurt me." He looked confused. I gave him a look and he understood.

Then I started to feed little Patrick. My sister was looking at me and smiling.

"Whatcha thinkin' about sis?"

"Oh nothing. It's just that I'm and aunt and my baby sister has a baby of her own." I just smiled.

"Ya know, I think that I have enough support and the best family ever!" I said smiling.

"Hey, Darry? Don't ya think you should be with Rosie and the baby?"

"Yeah but she is taking a small nap. The baby ate right before I left and the nurses put him in the little clear box thing." He said. I laughed.

Then the nurse came in...