It's The Little Things. (completed)

good or bad.

Good news is always followed by bad news. One moment you are utterly happy and nothing can spoil this moment and the next, your life is thrown for a bumpy ride.

What caused this? You may ask. Well for starters my overly excited Dad came in with chocolates and ‘it’s a boy’ balloons and pillows and next moment with my university acceptance letter.

I never even thought about university, with all that baby chaos and how to be a mum I really didn’t have time to launch my plans for uni yet. Now I am again felling a little unsure about uni and how will I corporate both things? God! Why haven’t I thought about it earlier? Will I be good enough for my baby?

Now I was questioning being a mother. In these nine months I haven’t really got a chance to think straight.

I swear I was not expecting it. And that was the cause my Dad was behaving like a child high on sugar. And it was not helping my situation either.

“I am so proud of you sugar cup! First a healthy 8 pound baby boy and now this, an acceptance letter for your university, OH MY GOD! I’m so happy, nothing could make this day any better” my dad said practically bouncing on the chair he was seated.

Yes the boy weighted 8 pounds and was most healthy baby, with its chubby cheeks, hands and whole body. The doctors said it would not have been a normal delivery but my yoga classes and exercises helped a lot.

And I am really thankful to the doctor who advised me that.

Right now I was laying on the hospital quite comfy bed, wearing a light blue hospital gown with my baby cuddled up in my arms and sleeping soundlessly.

Just as I was about to reply, the elder nurse from before came in with tray full of nutrient for me, which made my stomach growl, what? Delivering a baby takes up all your energy, and a warm smile played on her lips. She gave motherly warmth to me and I instantly smiled a big smile I might add. But it vanished and turned into a horrific expression when I heard my dad’s next words and act.

“And it just got even better” he said with a goofy expression and wolf whistle. He pushed the chair aside and glided towards the nurse, obviously working on his charms to impress her.

She glanced at Dad, with warm cheeks and a little nervous expression; maybe she is uneasy by Dad’s statement and embarrassed.

So I decided to save the day.

”hi! You must be here for my vitamins and to give me food.” I smiled trying to ease up her a bit.

“I can also use some headache medicine, nurse. Though your beauty is enough to make me feel better” Dad said dreamily and blushed when I glared at him.

GO ROMEO! I glared at Dad.

Way to bring the awkwardness back Dad.

I thought the she was going for a sharp come back like. ‘You have daughter child who has a child and you are hitting on me’ and tsk at him. But damn I was wrong.

“Oh is that so, handsome” the nurse said and blushed like crazy.

Is she flirting back? I thought shocked. I thought she was embarrassed.

Okay its getting really disturbing here. I want to throw up with empty stomach.

Dad smirked at her and moved little close to her. “So coffee at your lunch, sweet cheeks”

EW EW EW EW! SWEET CHEEKS! OH MY GOD. Dad are you for real?

“Sure” she replied and giggled like a school girl. And Dad grinned and winked, in returned she blushed harder and redder and looked my way. Her expression quickly changed from happy to concern.”Honey! are you okay? You look a little green”