Like a Wave

Chapter 20: Our little bundle of joy

They wheeled her down the hall, and Jordan helped her change into the hospital gown. She was breathing every time a contraction hit. 

Jordan was freaking out; he didn't like seeing her in pain. Pain that he caused; even tho they would have a precious baby, it still hurt him to see her in pain.

When her contraction finished, she looked at Jordan. "Baby, come here." He walked over, and she kissed him. "Calm down, sweetheart. I know you are freaking out inside. Yes, this hurts, but this is just the beginning, and it will get much worse. Once this is over, we will have a beautiful baby boy to love. This will be worth every ounce of pain I will go through tonight." 

"I just feel bad, baby. I know we are going to have our son, who will be a perfect little mixture of you and me, into a perfect little tiny human. I just hate that you are having to go through this. I don't know if I want you to go through this three or four times. After this, you may never let me touch you again."

"I promise that you will change your mind after you hold your son. Oh, baby, trust me, that will never happen. Six weeks can't come soon enough. I don't know how many women want their husbands while they are in labor, but damn, you look so sexy."

Jordan smiled his sweet, shy smile at her, "I love you, Brittney, more than you will ever know." He leaned down and kissed her just as another contraction hit. She squeezed his hand and was breathing. Jordan was sweating from the pain she was dealing with. 

Three hours later, there was a lot of sweat, blood, and tears. Jordan was hugged up to Brittney as she held their son. He was so perfect, and she was crying as she looked at him. When they heard his first cry, they both exhaled a long breath. 

He was weighed and cleaned up, then handed to his mom, who smiled as she looked at their baby. Jordan was just glad the worst was over. Now, he could just admire his wife as she held his son. 

She smiled at him, "Daddy, would you like to meet your son?" He smiled at her as she handed their son to him. He stood there holding his son, and nothing could be more perfect than this moment. He was perfect and could see little things from him and Brittney. 

Life had been perfect since he had seen her before he stepped on stage and when he realized it was, in fact, the beautiful little girl he had fallen in love with all those years ago and now they were able to be together and got married. Then, they found out they were expecting, and now they are parents.

His life was good; he had a beautiful wife, and now he has a son. He has a great career and a great family, who are all very close. He looked at the sky and thanked god for allowing him this great life. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"He is perfect; we did good, real good. Thank you so much for giving me this gift, Brittney. You are the strongest woman I know. You just went through four hours of labor and still look so beautiful. I love you and our son so much."

"Yes, he is perfect, and yes, we did good. Thank you for giving me our son; he is ours. Aww, thank you, baby. I love you and our baby boy so much as well. I am a little tired. I am going to nap for a few. Is that alright?"

"Yes, baby, take a nap. I will take care of our little man here." He kissed her and then sat down in the rocking chair. He rocked his son and sang to him while his wife slept. Yep, his life was pretty perfect: a beautiful wife and a handsome son whom he loved so much. He looked over at his wife as she slept; she was beautiful. He had never felt this way about any of his past relationships.

Evelyn was still giving them issues when they saw her. She was mad when Brittney started showing because she knew she was actually pregnant. Not only did I marry Brittney less than two weeks after we reconnected, but we ended up pregnant quickly. She had tried to trap me like that but found out that I wasn't going to marry her just because she got knocked up.   

Now, my wife just delivered our son, and I fell even more in love with her than I already was. He is so tiny, and I am still amazed that he was created from one passionate night of lovemaking. He has dark hair and dark eyes that are a beautiful mixture of brown and green. 

One week later, we have been home for five days and are learning how to be a parent. I have shows coming up, and I hate the thought of leaving my wife and our son. 

I watch her as she sleeps peacefully on the couch after feeding our son. I burped and dried him, then laid him down. Came back, and she was asleep on the couch; I covered her up and kissed her. 

I cleaned up the house a little and put a load of laundry in the washer. Babies go through a lot of clothes, and so do we as parents when he spits up on us. 

He was born on October 26th, four days after I returned from a show. I have another show in eleven days. So, I will fly out the morning of the show and fly back the next morning after the show. I will be home for five days, then I have another show. Thankfully, after that one, I don't have another one for two and a half weeks then I have one on December 8th and one more on December 12th. After that, I can just relax at home with my wife and our son until the 21st of January. She will join me after that for all my shows. 

She will only miss four shows, which isn't bad for just having a baby. I am so glad she loves touring with me just as much as I love her being with me. Mom is going to stay here at the house with her for those shows. 

I sit down beside her on the couch as she sleeps. She has taken to this parenting thing really easy. We have managed together as a team, and life is good. I know she is so tired from labor and has had very little sleep since we came home. 

I met her parents about six months after we got married. She wasn't really happy to introduce me to them, and her mom didn't like the fact that we had gotten married and pregnant so quickly after reconnecting. 

We joined them for dinner at their house in Brooklyn, then returned to Cami's and stayed the night. We returned to Boston the next day, and she kept apologizing to me about how her parents kept acting. 

I told her it was fine, it didn't bother me, and the truth is it didn't. No matter how they act or feel, I love their daughter, and I will always be there for her and our baby. 

I hear our son Nathaniel start to whimper, and I jump up. I walk into our room and smile at him as he looks up at me. 

"Hey there, little man. Daddy's here, buddy. Are you wet?" Jordan picks him up and feels his diaper. "Yes, Daddy's little man is wet. Come on, we will go get you changed." I carry him to the nursery and change his diaper. I pick him up and rock him in the rocker. He is an amazing gift from god. I never thought I could love anyone more than I love my wife, but I love my son more.