Love, Stephanie

Chapter 11

~6 months later~

"DRIVE FASTER!"

"I DON'T EVEN HAVE A LICENSE," I shouted at my brother, who was gripping his girlfriends hand as she tried to contain the immense pain that was shooting throughout her body. Okay, so she was having a baby. But I still don't have a liscese.

I heard her screaming and my brother comforting words as I sped down the street. I slammed on the brakes in front of the hospital. "GET OUT AND GO HAVE YOUR BABY," I yelled at my brother and his girlfriend.  Chris helped her out and she screamed as he shut the door behind him. I looked down at the wheel and sighed. "How do I even parallel park?"

I was about to put the car into drive before I heard a small tapping, or knocking, on the glass of the car window. I looked to my left and saw George standing there, with a bright smile on his face. I quickly rolled the window down. "Well, hey Cristina, what are you doing inside--" "George, can you drive?" He looked at me with bewilderment in his eyes. "Uh, no, not really, I--" "Will you go park this car?" "Wait, is it even your--" "GOD DAMNIT GEORGE," I shouted at him. "Go park my freaking car!" I hopped out of the vehicle and pushed George inside before shutting the door.

"Don't crash it!" "Wait Cristina, what do I do after--" "Just sit in the car, I gotta go, I'm going to be an aunt!" I ran inside the hospital as George and a dozen other people watched me. I ran up to the receptionist counter. 

"Hi, um--" She shushed me as she stared at my face for a matter of minutes that felt like days. "Hey aren't you--" I shushed her before she could finish her sentence, and looked around to see Chris standing in the waiting room. "I-I gotta go," I said to the woman before running towards my brother. 

I entered the waiting room and looked around. It was dreary as the main looby, with gray walls and some couches placed at the walls. There were magazines scattered on the table, but you could tell from the amount of dust they weren't used much. I slowly sat down on one of the old and worn couches as my brother paced back and forth across the room. 

"Do you think she'll be alright? What if she can't push enough? What if the baby only comes out halfway, and then just... just stops? And all you can see is the head, and for the rest of my life I have to take care of my girlfriend and her baby head that's stuck inside?! And then she'll die, and the baby will still be alive?! I CAN'T TAKE CARE OF A BABY HEAD CRISTINA!" I looked at him with wide eyes as his paranoia took over his concious. "Hey, everything will be just fine, okay?" I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to comfort him. "Yeah, yeah, you're right."

Chris slowly sat down next to me, but his anstiness was still dominant in him, as he bounced his right leg and fiddled with his thumbs while biting his lower lip. I sighed at him while rubbing his back with my right hand. "Relax buddy, you'll be completely okay, and so will your girlfriend, along with a complete, healthy, happy baby girl or boy, alright?" Chris nodded with a dreamy smile planted on his face, along with some facial hair that's starting to grow around his mouth.

"As much as I would like a boy, I kind of want a girl. She could be like Julia. Remember when we would have those big fires and Julia could make the best smores and have the scariest stories? I want my daughter to be fun, like her." I smiled at his lovely explanation and the grin spread across his face. He then looked over at me, now with a soft smile. "But, if I did have a boy, I'd play baseball with him all the time." I giggled at him.

Seeing Chris so happy was wonderful. For the past several months, he had finished college and found a career in architecture. But as much as he did enjoy his job, he seemed somewhat depressed. The love of his life was going to have a baby, after all. And if you knew on thing about my brother, you knew he could worry about even the smallest of things.