Golden Gooses

2

     "Gah!" Miranda screamed, her legs open as she recoiled in pain. She lied down in a hospital bed, gripping her husband's hand as she grunted. A doctor bent down with a flashlight in hand to look at how Miranda was doing. "I think I can see the baby's head! You're doing great, just keep pushing!" He congratulated, offering Miranda words of encouragement. Her usually curly and buoyant bubblegum-colored hair laid in straggled strands as she screamed, giving birth to her first son. She panted, cursing everything under the sun. "Goddamnit! Ah!" She exclaimed, exasperated. "Honey, maybe channel that rage into pushing out our son?" Her husband Timothy suggested. "You-!" She was about to chew out her husband but was interrupted by the pain. "Miranda, I need you to focus on your breathing! Your little boy is almost out!" The doctor instructed. She nodded, struggling. "Oooooh!" She wailed, gritting her teeth. Timothy squeezed her hand a little tighter, unable to do anything more. Just as the pain started to overwhelm Miranda, tears welling in her eyes, a firm thump could be felt landing on the bed. The doctor raced from Miranda's side over to the edge of the bed, scissors in hand. He enthusiastically snipped the umbilical cord. "Here you go, doc." A nurse said, handing him a warm, daisy yellow blanket. "Thaaank you," His voice trailed off as he coddled the baby in the towel. He walked over to Miranda, beaming. "You did it mi amor, our baby boy is here." Timothy congratulated his wife, wiping her tears as he shed his own. "Yup, a healthy baby boy." The doctor added, already rocking the baby in his arms. "I, I did it." Miranda responded, a proud grin spread across her face as she fell asleep. "Oh, asleep already?" The doctor said, a bit surprised. "You guys didn't even name your bundle of joy yet." He chuckled. Timothy laughed along. "It was tiring, I don't think she would've cussed like a sailor if it wasn't." He joked. "Anywho, I'm gonna go put this little guy in the nursery. When the little lady wakes up," he gestured towards Miranda, already snoring. "it'll be down the hallway to the right. Since you haven't named him yet, his wristband will have your room number on it. So," the doctor peeked outside to look at the room number outside of the doorway. "67." He grinned. "All right," Timothy nodded. The doctor turned around and left Timothy and Miranda alone. He scooted his chair a little closer to her and held her hand, grazing her thumb. He gazed at her adoringly as he laid her head on his shoulder and rested his head on hers, cuddling up for a nap together.