Remember, He's Not There

Bringing home baby

*Born-1*

Tic, tic, tic. He paces back and forth anxiously. Tic, tic, tic. He runs his hands through his hair. Tic, tic, tic. He shrugs it off. He stares up at the clock. Tic, tic, tic. He's scared. I am too honesty. His family sits around lazily. They're slightly worried, but not like him. I know everything is okay. I can feel the girl. She's just past the wall. She's almost here. I want to see her. Will she be green eyed like her mom or brown like dad? Will she have black hair like the both of them? I know she'll be beautiful. Both parents are quite handsome, and with my touch she'll be magnificent. Will she be okay with me? Can we play together and her enjoy it? I've never had someone I could be with. I'm going to scare her I know, it's my nature. But will she understand? Will she be scared of how I look? Will she tell? She's too young now to worry of those things. I just want to see her. There's a soft cry. Very, very soft. But she still cried. Everyone jerks up with excited faces. The father rushes towards the door. A huge smile plastered on his face. We wait a while and we're let in. I don't want to see her yet. She's seen by everyone, pictures are taken, people laugh and joke of who she looks the most like. They all love her. I'm going to cause them trouble. I can't smell her individual scent. I can't feel her presence yet. It shall come later. When less people are around. Hours pass and I still haven't seen the girl. I sit and wait. The parents after a while take her home. I follow. They lay her in the nursery looking at each other tired but happily. He helps the lady to their bed and she lays down. He hooks up the baby monitor and brings the other half to the room with him. I wait in the nursery and look across the room at the crib. I can't go yet. I can't go see her but I can't leave. She won't be that noticed yet. She's still vulnerable right now though. I catch her scent. There is no way to describe it. It's just amazing. I've never experienced anything like it. I walk to the small being. She stares up at me. I doubt she even recognizes that I'm here. I lay my hand across her stomach. She has a very pale face. Her eyes are blue right now, hair is blonde. But that's not the way she'll always be, or maybe it will be. I can't do anything just yet to her, I don't have the urge. I don't really want to. She's precious. My precious girl. Mine.