Perri and Him-the fifth book to series 'Perri and Me' about Perri Kiely

Chapter 2 Part 1

Perri's P.O.V:

I follow the doctor, making short steps as I look back at Amber. The door of her hospital room closes, and I'm forced to look ahead.

I gasp because the nurse closed the damn door so loud.

"Are you okay Perri?" The doctor asks, stopping in her tracks.

"Yeah..." I say, nodding. "You know...I don't...I don't think I'm ready for this..."

The doctor sighs.

"It's alright..." She says, smiling. "He's fine, and he needs a little bit of hope..."

"I'm confused..." I say.

"Just...follow me..." The doctor says in a perfect scottish accent. She reminded me of the officials at Glasgow airport. I don't even know why...

I continue walking, but I can't get Amber's screams out of my head. I can't believe I wasn't there while she was going through all that pain. I would have sat down next to her, held her hand, told her everything was okay...

Guess I'm just the worst boyfriend ever.

Especially as I was notified last about my own child's birth.

But I'm a father now...I'm a father now? Yes, and I have such a big responsibility. And everything Amber and I hoped and wished for as being parents, could only actually happen if this baby survived.

And I promised her. I promised her everything would be okay. I know I'm not the best at keeping promises. I know I've hurt Amber so many times.

I just can't do this her. I can't make her go through all that pain, just for this baby to die!

I think about everything. I think about us planning Reid's room. Buying all his clothes, trying to work out names for him...promising ourselves we'd be the best parents ever.

And all that is about to change.

I can feel the tears stinging in my eyes. But I have to be strong for Amber, so I follow the doctor.

"Are you ready?..." She says, leading me through yet another set of double doors.

"Yes..." I say, sadly.

The smell of the hospital feels like it's about to suffocate me, or maybe that's just me being anxious. But there's this white door, and a window next to it.

"He's in there..." The doctor whispers, gesturing me to look through the window.

I can't even tell, they're so many babies. In little sort of incubators in rows.

"So..." I say, a little bit of frustration in my voice. "Which one is mine?"

"Follow me..." The doctor says, opening the door carefully.

I follow her in slowly, trying not to wake the babies, because most of them are sleeping. My heart is still beating like mad, and in all this, I find myself asking a question.

"Are they all on life support?" I say, looking around.

The doctor nods.

"These are the five perecent every month that are born early...do you want to see him?"

I nod, looking around.

"He's...over there..." The doctor says, pointing in a different direction.

I walk over slowly to the incubator he's lying in, while the doctor's eyes follow me. Then I take a deep breath. I can see the respirator he's attached to.