"I'm nervous." I say as Mason drives into the hospitals parking lot. "Don't be. He's a newborn baby. First impressions aren't that important." He says a chuckle leaving his lips.
"Come on." He says and gets out of the car.
"Is Abby still there?" I ask as I get out of the car. "I think so." He whispers and waits for me to catch up with him.
We walk by each other as I stare at the huge hospital.
He's in there.
***
We walk inside the hospital. The clean smell is strong, Masons expression becomes bitter.
"Where is he?" I ask as I frantically look around.
"Hold on." Mason says cautiously walking towards the front desk. "Excuse me. I'm looking for Abby Fenton." He says as I walk up to the desk.
"Abby Fenton..." The nurse whispers as she scrolls down her laptop. "Oh," She says looking up at us. "She signed out a couple hours ago."
Mason freezes and looks down. "Where is he?" I say tugging his shirt.
"Oh, yeah. Thank you." Mason says and walks besides me. "Where?" I say picking up my speed.
"We're almost there." He says, I can tell he's smiling.
The sun shines through the window, illuminating the marble floor. Nurses bow their heads as we pass by.
I widen my eyes as we approach a huge glass screen. "Oh my god..." I whisper as I look into the room.
Newborn babies lay in rows, each of them have a small hat on. Most of them have blue hats on. "Which one?" I say in awe.
"Um, I think that one." He says pointing to a baby with silky brown hair. I watch in awe.
"He's cute. Isn't he?" Mason says besides me. I nod and slide my hand down the glass screen.
"Yes. He is." I say a chuckle leaving my mouth. I glance at Mason, a cheesy smile on his lips. His eyes are full of wonder and awe.
"When do we get to take him?" I ask looking back at the small baby.
"Monday. Ethan?"
"Hmm?" I hum still staring at the brown haired baby. "Does your..." He pauses for a few seconds.
"Does your manager know about this?" He asks worry laced with his voice.
I shake my head and look at him. "And he doesn't need to. This is my life. I get to do what I want." I say and look back at the small child inside the room full of other children.
He doesn't respond.
It's my life.
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Hazel
Romantizm'I understand why he hates his father. He's the man who pushed his wife against the living room walls. The man who shoved his own son in the closet for hours. The reason why Masons mother committed suicide.' ...
