Joel's POV
I was pacing the waiting room of the hospital. We'd been here for eight hours, thirty-four minutes, and ten seconds, and counting. I couldn't stand it!! Then, Conor came out, looking exhausted, but smiling. He and Amber had been married for a year, and they seemed like the happiest young couple alive. He was grinning ear to ear, and Moriah shot up, and he finally spoke.
"Jenna Grace Williams, six pounds, eight ounces, ten and a half inches." Moriah nearly cried, and Kaia jumped up and down, and then she stopped, looking confused.
"Is she my cousin?" I chuckled, bending down beside her.
"No, baby girl. You're her Aunt Kaia, and she is your niece. And she's...." My voice trailed off, and I looked at Moriah.
"She's our granddaughter. Wow. I feel old now." Kaia laughed, climbing into my lap.
"You're not old, daddy. George Washington and Barack Obama are old!" She chirped, grinning. None of us could help laughing at that as we followed Conor to Amber's room. I knocked, and we heard her call, "Come in!" We went in, and we saw an exhausted but smiling Amber holding a small pink bundle. I went over beside her, moving the blanket some so that I could see Jenna's face. She was one of the most beautiful babies I had ever seen. She was asleep, but she had brown hair, and she looked like a mix of both of her parents. Amber gently handed her over to me, and I walked over to Kaia, who Conor picked up so she could see her niece. She studied Jenna for a minute.
"Pretty baby!" She chirped, grinning and gently sliding her pinkie into her hand. She smiled at Jenna, sliding back down, and Moriah came over, taking Jenna's hand.
"She's beautiful. She looks kind of like Katelyn, if you don't mind my saying that." Amber shook her head.
"No. We do like that she looks like the aunt she won't get to meet for awhile. Katelyn's middle name was Grace as well, and Katelyn told me that if she ever had a girl, she'd name her Jenna, so..." She smiled, watching her mother and daughter stare at each other. Jenna had woken up, and now, she was upset. Moriah handed her back to Amber, who looked at me apologetically.
"Sorry. She's getting hungry." I nodded, and she looked at Moriah.
"I haven't actually done this before. The lactation consultant was supposed to come, but hasn't yet." She laughed gently, and helped her get Jenna to latch on, while Conor, Kaia and I migrated to the couch. Beki was with Luke and Courtney, and they'd be bringing her over when they came to visit. I looked at Conor, who still looked awestruck.
"Excited? It's amazing, isn't it? Seeing such a tiny person grow, and then come into the world. It's worth every moment of it. The sad, happy, and even the times when you want to pull your hair out." We laughed at that, and he looked at Amber and Jenna, a proud look on his face.
"She really is a miracle. I never imagined she'd be this beautiful." I smiled.
"She is beautiful. You never know just how beautiful they're going to be until they arrive." Amber finished feeding Jenna, and Conor took her. I saw the pride in his face, and I could tell he was happy. A couple minutes later, Luke and Courtney arrived with Jude, Phoenix, and Beki. Jude sat beside me, holding Jenna, and I put my hand under her head so he didn't let it hit anything. Luke took her after a minute, and the two of us had to leave, since we were touring with Colton Dixon and Skillet again in six weeks. Amber was going to see how things went with Jenna before she decided for certain whether or not she'd be coming with us.
Amber's POV
As I held my new baby girl, I thought of the song Celine Dion sang, Miracle. One of the lines in there was 'Only God creates such perfect love.' Now, I understand that. Only God could create such a tiny person that was so perfect. We had figured out what to do for the nursery, and Leah, who is an amazing artist, and painted Psalm 139:14 in calligraphy on the nursery wall. It was stunning. She had also done pink and white sponge painting on the walls, and the verse was in a lavender purple. I was sore and exhausted, but happy. Everyone else had left, so it was just the three of us, and the occasional nurse coming in to check on the two of us. Dad had brought Conor a couple of outfits, so that he could stay here with the two of us. He had, however, headed home to get a couple of my things, since we had forgotten almost everything in our rush to get here. I had fed her, and now, Jenna was asleep on my chest. She was such a beautiful baby, and she didn't cry all that much. As she slept, I whispered a prayer.
"God, thank you. Thank you for not letting me die, and thank you for letting Colton save me. If he hadn't, Jenna wouldn't be here right now. Thank you." Then, I laid Jenna in her bassinet, right as Conor came in, and use drifted off to sleep.
Author's note- hello Craver Marshmallows! Did you like that surprise? How about....another chapter, then an epilogue, and maybe, if I get enough comments from people who want it, maybe a......SEQUEL?! Let me know in the comments if u want a sequel by the end of the book, and if I get seven or more yes comments, I will do it! Love you guys! Run Wild, Live Free, and Love Strong! -Christianwhovian
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FanfictionAmber Thomas wasn't the kind of orphan foster parents would look at twice. She was fifteen, she had depression, she cut herself, and had attempted suicide multiple times. No one even cared she existed, except for Katelyn, Conor, and Hanna, her only...
