Why Me?

EIGHT

The day was upon us.

It was the day Flakey was going to have the baby.

Shit shit shit! I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I was going to be a dad.

Usually the boyfriend holds the girls hand in this kind of moment. But I was squeezing her hand so hard!

I couldn't control my breathing.

Though, as it happens, in the middle of a huge panic attack Flakey goes into labor.

As I sat in the waiting room I wondered what to do.

Magazines? No.

Play on my phone? Wasn't in the mood.

Talk? No way!

Finally the nurse came out and gestured me to go in. 

As I walked into the room, all I could think of was how scared I was.

I stepped into the dark room and saw Flakey laying in the bed.

I ran over to her and gave her a hug. (Forgetting that she probably had a baby in her hand)

"Are you ok?!?" I asked in a worried voice.

"Ya I'm fine...  And so is she." Unfolding the blanket in her arms.

An adorable little girl lay in her arms.

Green porcupine with red hair. That's what she looked like. A little of me and mostly Flakey.

I couldn't help a tear falling down my face.

"I love her...!" I said joyfully.

But I knew she would be like me in another way...

She might flip from good to evil, like I do.

But at the moment, I didn't care! I couldn't care! I was a father!

Nothing could ever make me feel better then what I was feeling at that moment!

Until...

Cuddles came rushing in and hugged me.

"OFF!!!" I yelled at him.

"You almost woke up the baby!" He snapped back.

I just rolled my eyes.

I then grabbed the baby out of Flakey's hands and cried into her little chest.

"Grace." I said though tears. "Her name is Grace."