"Everything is all right, yes," the nurse said over the phone, disconnecting the call. "Dr. Dune is on her way."
"Can I get anesthesia?" I asked, feeling the contractions escalate.
They appeared now more than in half an hour, only once every ten minutes. I was afraid that it was close, and I still had not received any medicines, nothing at all. I just dressed up and layed on the bed, waiting for God knows what. No one came into the room, and behind the window in the corridor I saw Clinton talking on the phone.
"I must check... " the woman said, putting on her gloves.
She told me to spread my legs, what I did, arranging them in special places.
The woman leaned forward, checking something, touching me with a cold object, which made me shudder. At the same moment, Clinton entered the room with a frightened look at the sight of the situation I was in.
"I shoulda leave..." he turned on his heel, intending to leave the room again.
"No need, sir. We're already finishing" the nurse laughed, finishing the test, pointing me to take off my legs, which I did "Six inches. I will come back with anesthesia. I understand that we give natural?"
"The plan was different, but it seems to me that it will be better" I nodded.
"A good choice. The child is not as big as Dr. Dune predicted from what I see..." she looked through the patient's book, smiling and leaving.
"Well, how are you, Dad?" I smiled weakly, reaching out to him and he caught her.
"Your sister will be here in a few days, and Mitchel is on his way with Tash," he explained, sitting down in the chair next to me.
The room was equipped with a TV and furniture, so that it looked more like a hotel room, not a hospital. It improved my well-being. I used to tell him how much I do not like hospitals and how I'm scared of them after they locked me in the ward because of my illness.
It was warm to my heart when I thought that he really listens to me, and doesn't forget what everyone's saying.
"Ugh..." I took a breath, feeling another contraction "Give me a wrap?"
The boy put a cold bag of ice to my forehead, stroking the top of my palm with his finger to calm me down.
"It'll be fine. You'll spend two days here and then come back home" he said to me to distract my attention from the pain.
"What if I can't do it? I... I can't do it, Clinton... I don't know how I can deal with it" I felt tears in my eyes as the pain grew.
We can handle it together. We have support"he looked around and I saw a group that somehow found itself behind the glass.
I noticed among them the newly arrived Alexa, and Tash, who looked worried. The first waved hand with a book towards me as if she wanted to give it to me.
"Ask her what book is this?" I gave them all a smile, feeling that the contraction had passed.
"Why?" strangely, brunet wrinkled.
"She wanna to give it to me," I patted his hand, and he squeezed out into the corridor with a sigh.
After a while Alexa entered the room.
"Honey, how are you?" she hugged me tight.
"On average, it was better. I'm afraid something will go wrong" I confessed "What's this?"
"I hear you have a problem with the name. So I made a secret list of the most interesting names from all over the world for you and Clinton."
She opened the book, taking out a handwritten list from it.
"It's so nice of you. You save our butts. I thought that we would decide on some weak like Jack or Clinton junior" I chuckled with the dark-haired girl.
I looked at the list, looking at some rushing names. Each pair of them was assigned to the country, of which there were several.
"Mitchel put in twenty bucks to choose Cameron," Alexa chuckled loudly.
"He wish" I showed him the middle finger, which focused everyone's attention, not just Mitchel's.
"Do you have any types?" she asked curiously, supporting her hand on the elbow.
At the same time, a nurse came back to the room.
"I will not tell you because I have chosen something from here, but I have to discuss this with my man," I gave her a wink, seeing Clant enter the room.
Alexa stood up, waving and leaving me, since only one person from the family can stay in the room during the process. I do not know, maybe it was because of germs?
"What is it?" asked the boy, sitting next to me.
"What do you think about calling him Beau?"
"Our son? Beau" I could see the thought on his face "I was thinking about Harrison, but if you like Beau, so do I. It is very charming."
"Beau" I unveiled the belly touching him. I felt Clinton's hand on mine, tightening on my hand.
"Our little Beau" he whispered. I saw in his eyes like... tears?
"Ma'am, please, get up. I have anesthesia" my eyes have become big like saucers at the sight of the needle.
However, Clinton was still with me and he held my hand. And so it was all night, when we waited for our little miracle to come into the world. After a few hours of fighting, I gave birth to a small dark-haired boy.
He was slightly underweight and very small compared to the many infants I saw. In addition, his hair was almost black, arranged in curls. I looked at his figure as he lay on my chest, crying.
It took some time for the nurse to dress the baby, handing it to Clinton, which shocked him, holding little frame in his arms. Small boy stopped crying like a possessed man, suddenly quivering, probably feeling the smell of his father and hearing his voice.
"Shhh... Beau, it's so nice to see ya man..." he looked at me... crying? I hardly ever saw him crying. Probably only once when he was convincing me that I shouldn't have an abortion. Now I knew it would be the worst choice of my life. Now that I saw them two together, I felt that this is my life... That they are both my life.
"Will you give him to me?" I asked in a tired voice.
"I wanna enjoy him myself," he confessed, holding the little boy's head gently, stroking him.
"He has your hair," I said suddenly.
"He's as small as you," said the brunette quietly, "And I think the nose is yours"
"Why are you talking so quietly?" I answered, leaning more comfortable on the bed.
"I don't want to wake him up. I think he's falling asleep or is sleeping already," he explained, looking at small face.
We noticed together when baby yawned, grabbing the scorpion attached to the chain around Clinton's neck.
"He yawned..." the boy admired, touching the kid's palm, so that little one caught his finger in his hand.
"We can do it, right?" I smiled, feeling how I was draining from fatigue.
"We'll be the most lit parents in the world" he looked at me, giving me a sincere smile.
And so began this next fascinating stage in our lives. Or maybe not so fascinating?
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