Fiction.

Chapter 7:'Cause When the Roof Caved in and the Truth Came Out.

Chapter 7:’Cause When the Roof Caved in and the Truth Came Out.

I hesitated outside the room. My mom and dad tried to pep talk me into the room but nothing worked. Since we’ve gotten here I’ve been sick twice and had three panic attacks. Those aren’t fun. I just gotten over my most recent panic attack but I was still really nervous about all this. I’m about to become a dad. My daughter is about to be born, the mere thought of having that little child in my arms soon was dizzying. I had to swallow everything and go in there. Rosie needed me. Peasnie needed me.

I inhaled deeply and joined the rest of my family. Rosie looked like she was in pain as she lay there in the bed, with wires and tubes running into her arms. I tried not to hover nervously in the door way but it was scary. She looked like she was tired and she’s been ill. Her hair was tied up messily in a messy bun. Her face was as white as the bed sheets while her eyes were sunken in and darkened. Her lips were pail and chapped. But instantly her face lit up when her gaze fell to me. I sheepishly smiled and gave her a little wave as I hovered in the doorway. What was I supposed to do? I’m not sure how to comfort her right now. Do I tell her she’s doing well? Do I say she’s beautiful and I’m still madly in love with her?

I knew there were things we needed to talk about before she was born. I know that for a fact. And she did too. An unsettling feeling stirred at the pit of my stomach, I wasn’t having another panic attack but it was a disturbing feeling. Something was going to happen, and it was going to be big. It made my bones shake and my stomach turn while my heart beat quickly inside my chest. I slowly breathed in and out deeply.

Rosie stirred in the bed, trying to sit up but her mom tried to tell her to keep still. Rosie was really stubborn and that’s one trait I wouldn’t mind Peasnie inheriting. It’ll be a handful but it’ll be a good trait for the future for her standing for things she believes in. I smiled sheepishly at her as she sat up in the bed with a calming smile. Her gaze ran across the room.

“Can I have a moment with Jimmy?” She asked sullenly, her voice was weak and tired. Our parents nodded and left the room quickly and quietly. I was left alone with Rosie for the first time since the summer. I wasn’t very comfortable with this but if she needs to talk to me, then I guess she needs to talk to me. I shoved my hands in my jean pockets and tensed my shoulders slightly. Rosie sighed heavily and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered softly. My head propped up with wide eyes. Did she just say she was sorry? Rosie actually apologized for something. She’s so stubborn; she never says she’s sorry for anything. She must be feeling really bad. I swallowed hard and nodded. I didn’t know what she was sorry for but I’m sure she must really mean it.

“It’s okay.” I muttered.

“No, no. It’s not okay. I was a bitch. I want to be apart of this baby’s life.” She announced suddenly. I was left breathless. Rosie is actually taking responsibility for this?

I smiled shyly and went over to her side, taking her hand in mine gently. Her skin was soft and warm. The smell over lavender lingered off her skin gently. I shivered slightly in delight. She smiled at me lively. Her smile still captivates me. I love it; it puts a spell on me. The way her lips felt against mine drove me mad. They were so soft and warm, fermilure. They were sweet, like cherries. I know I just made the biggest mistake of my life. I fell for her spell again, now I’m cornered. I can’t get out and I’m under her spell. I don’t know why I love her but I do. She may have cheated on me and lied to me but I still love her. Why? Why am I attracted to the one person who can bring me to my knees? When I pulled away, I instantly felt like I had the whole world in my finger tips. We’re going to be a family, a proper family. I smiled slightly and blushed.

It seemed to take days for things to move along, and that’s how long it took. It’s been two days. I slept in a chair for the last few nights and my parents trust me enough to go home to get some baby stuff. They’re happy that Rosie and I are working things out. But they still are weary about the two of us together. Things have finally moved along really quickly. Jenny and my mom are going to be in the room. Jenny’s mom and my parents are letting me be in the room as well. I’m happy about that. So now it’s not just Rosie’s word for it, it’s our parents’ words for it. I’m really excited to see the little girl come into this world.

I smiled as the Doctor came into the room and began to get gowned up. She washed her hands and slid the rubber gloves on, then tied the mask on. I was directed to Rosie’s side. Her hand tightly gripped mine. It was like a whirl win of emotions. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I’m not even joking. I could feel the tears in my eyes, things were happening so fast. My stomach was full of butterflies with razors for wings. My hand was being crushed in her grasp but the sight I was seeing made it okay, because it was honestly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, gross but insanely beautiful. We all cheered Rosie on as she brought this life into the world. Guys have a little part to play in creating a life, girls; they have all the hard stuff to do. And yet guys complain about everything. I honestly don’t see why we do that. The girls have to carry a life inside of them for a third of a year, that must be uncomfortable then they need to go through hours of labour and delivery. Babies are pretty big; I can’t see how that wouldn’t hurt.

I felt the joyous tears fall down my cheeks as I smiled at the little girl for the first time. Her cry made my stomach leap with happiness and my heart throb with joy. She was one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.  She was rushed away to get cleaned up while I stood with my hand in Rosie’s. Not only was I crying but so were Rosie and our moms. I loomed over her, draping my arm over her body. I sobbed into her collar bone happily. The cry was so loud and distinct it was unbelievable.

“She’s perfect.” I muttered into her collar bone. I felt Rosie’s arms wrap around me loosely as she whimpered in my ear. The cry became louder as the little bundle of blankets was brought over to us. She was placed in Rosie’s arms; the small child had a full head of dark hair that matted at the top of her head. She had her mom’s ears but my face and eyes, those deep blue eyes that looked hazel. They said so much about her. She was perfect in every way. She stopped crying in her mom’s arms. Instead she looked up at the two of us with wide open eyes and small coos. Holy shit, she is actually here. I smiled down at the baby girl and kissed her forehead.

“Welcome to the world Peasnie Ann Jones.” I whispered softly. Rosie’s eyes widened in surprise. I decided to give her Rosie’s last name instead. She shook her head and sheepishly smiled at me.

“No, Peasnie Ann Sullivan.” She corrected me. I blushed brightly and looked down at the baby girl. I stroked the new born baby’s cheek gently with my index knuckle. She was drifting off to sleep in her mother’s arms.

“Happy birthday.” I hushed to her with a quiet tone. My heart melted when her tiny lips curled back into an uncontrollable smile. She smiled, maybe at me or maybe at her mom. Either way she smiled.