Reformation

16: Setbacks

I never believed in miracles. I thought they were just strange coincidences. I never stopped to think what was controlling my fate, if there was some all powerful being that couldn't be seen on earth. But now, I do believe in miracles. I believe that there is some greater power out there that is helping me keep going. I start going into labor, my fiancé isn't here, I don't want to have my baby without him, he comes, I have the baby a moment later. Some damn strange coincidence.

The first thing I thought when Ryan handed me my son, was that he was so small. His tiny little fingers and his lightweight, he was adorable, even covered in uterus shit.

Ryan kissed me lightly on the lips and I cried. As I looked down at my son's beautiful little face, his crying face, demanding to be put back into my body, where it was warm and safe. I rocked him gently and he calmed down.

"Oh my God, Ry, we have a baby,"

We both laughed. "What do we do now?" He asked.

I laughed again. "No idea."

Everyone had gathered in the living room now, whispering things to each other. And I didn't care, for once. Nothing mattered. I had Ryan and my son and I didn't care.

"January sixth, six twelve p.m." Anne said.

I smiled at her. Ryan cut the cord, just like I wanted him to. Kiera handed me a blanket and I wrapped my son in it.

"Alright everyone, give the new parents a break. Go out and kill zombies or something," Candace scolded everyone. They scattered like rats from a cat.

He opened his tiny eyelids to reveal two brilliant blue eyes.

"Baby, he has your eyes," I sniffed.

We sat there for a few minutes, taking in our beautiful child. Then Ryan took him into the kitchen to clean him off. I leaned back on the pillow and closed my eyes. I was exhausted.

"Um, Arizona?" I opened my eyes and saw Gia standing at my side. She handed me a picture. "I took this for the scrapbook and thought you might want to see it,"

I looked at the picture. Ryan was kissing me on the cheek, our son in my arms.

"Thank you." I hugged her.

"You get some rest." she smiled and went back upstairs.

Ryan brought the baby back in, wrapped tightly in a blanket with the blue onesie my mom had got him on underneath.

"The moment we have been dreading," he handed me the baby. "It's a boy. What are we going to name him?"

"I don't know."

"He looks more like you, you should name him."

I laughed. "Nice try," This was going to be harder than I thought.

We talk for quarter of an hour before I got too tired. But, we finally agreed on a name.

I slept until noon the next day, Kiera and Anne explained everything to Ryan while I slept. When I woke up, Ryan was at my side stroking my hair, the baby in his arm.

"How are you feeling?"

I yawned. "Tired."

He kissed me on the forehead and I motioned for him to hand me the baby, who was sleeping.

Kiera came in and sat down on the chair across from the couch. "So he is normal?"

Ryan nodded. "Perfect,"

She smiled. "Good. I told them it was too early, but we leave at seven am tomorrow,"

I sighed. At least I had Ryan this time. "Alright,"