See You Around~ Grester (completed)

Chapter Seventy-Three

Chester's POV

Breathing in and breathing out. Screaming and crying, winning and loosing. She clung to my hand, draining all of its life but I didn't care, this was the most incredible time of my life.

They wheeled her into a private room and she laid on the bed, her legs open and hands gripping the bed.

The midwife put on her clothes and for a moment I felt a little queazy, lightheaded. Grace's screams bought we back into reality, where my wife was giving birth.

"Okay Grace, we're going to have to start pushing."

My hand turned blue at the pressure of her fingers locked around mine. A strained smile on her face. She persisted on doing this all naturally but I hated seeing her in this pain.

"The baby's crowning!" The midwife spoke, looking up to me reassuringly.

My baby, it's own body and own personality. For nine months I had felt it kick through skin, saw the effects it had had on its mother and now it has here, seconds away from my arms.

I heard a final scream, a draw of breath and a few seconds of silence. And then the most beautiful sound filled my ears. It was like I had heard this a thousand times before; I felt drawn to the sound of its cry. Its voice music to my ears.

"Say hello to your little girl." The midwife cooed.

A girl. My daughter. Daughter. Father. Dad. I could protect her, hold her when she's crying. Be everything she needed and more, through every bend and every break, every up and every down. I could love her forever.

"We're parents!" I said to Grace as the midwife handed her our little girl, backing away and leaving us alone with our new child.

"She's beautiful." Grace said, tears rolling down her face.

"She looks just like you." I whispered, kissing Grace's head.

"Can I hold her?" I asked, feeling bad for tearing her away from her mom but needing to know what she felt like in my arms.

"Of course." Grace chuckled, lifting our little girl into my arms.

She fitted like a glove, her small frame laying in my palms. It felt as if she had been made to fit in my arms, as if she was sculptured to me, to us.

I stroked her strands of dark curly brown hair with my fingertips, making sure my touch was like velvet. She stared up at me, her hazel eyes burning to mine. They were exactly like mine, lighter on the outside. I could see myself in the reflection of her eyes, it all becoming too surreal.

She felt so vulnerable, so fragile in my large hands; I made a vow to myself to never let her feel unprotected, as if she was all alone in this journey.

"She needs a name.." Grace said, looking into my eyes curiously.

"Lottie Mae See?" I asked, scared of how she would react. The truth was that I had been planning names for months; Grace had said that when she saw our child she would know. I knew.

"I love it." She spoke quietly, taking our daughters hand in hers.

"Hey Miss See, I'm your daddy." Her fingers wrapped around my thumb; holding on tightly.

I wanted to stay in this moment forever, I wanted to capture it and place it in a jar so I'd have this feeling whenever I needed it.

I perched on the end of Grace's bed, both of us staring into Lottie's eyes.

It was as if I was staring at a painting, a picture perfect dream which someone had created in their own fantasy and I felt tears roll gently down my cheeks.

They felt like tears of overwhelmingness, tears of a thousand dreams which had come crashing true all at once. All I had ever wanted from my life and more.