Chapter Eighteen: Born: Angeline

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Chapter Eleven: Born: Angeline

I was helping the cooks clean up when I felt something move inside me.

There was no time to think, for the convulsions got worse by the minute. It hurt very, very badly. I moaned pitifully, and the cooks went frantic. I didn’t know how he got there so fast, but the transporter girl was soon back with Danny. Face indescribable, he scooped me up and started to jog for the stairs.

“Danny,” I cried, “Hurry!”

His reply was muffled because I was hit with another wave of pain. My hands at my stomach, I tried to remain calm – it was almost impossible. “Please, baby, slow down…”

The voices flew like wildfire around the orphanage, and all I heard – besides my moans and my blood roaring in my ears, my heart, and Danny’s panting as well as his frantic heart – was “Angeline’s going to have a baby,” or “She’s going into labor. That’s what it’s called.” Even Kayla’s voice was there: “Wait, I can’t see her! Jason, let me see!”

Suddenly, the world warped millions of different colors sickeningly. With a jolt, I was now in Dr. Blu’s hospital room. Several doctors were there, faces unreadable in the blinding white light. Blinding white light –

Several excruciating hours later, I held a little red, wrinkly, squirming creature that was my son – that was my heart. I named him Ethan, the name I’ve always liked. Danny loved it, and I loved all three of them.

My baby, my son, was so small. He had a few wisps of black hair like his father, but I hoped he had my eyes. His face was just as big as my hand, and his fingers barely longer half of my forefinger. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth sometimes open, mostly closed. He was so tiny, so fragile, as if the simplest movement he might break. I didn’t want that to happen, nor would I let it. He was completely healthy, confirmed Blu, but I didn’t care. He was perfect. I could only stare at him unbelievably in love. My heart swelled so much it felt like I was choking on it. It was hard to tell if I loved my son or Danny more.

But when my boyfriend held our son, I was almost jealous. I just wanted to keep Ethan in my arms forever. I saw just as much love in Danny’s face as I felt, and I almost couldn’t contain my joy. But as I watched my son longer, I realized he was inside me. My hands automatically flew to my stomach. Yes – flat and empty. My little baby was outside of me now, and I preferred it this way.

Life couldn’t be better as I watched my son, Ethan, yawn, stretching his tiny little toothless mouth as wide as it would go and extend his pudgy arms sleepily. This made me tired, but as I fell asleep, so did my son. My son Ethan.

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