Mistaken Passion

Prologue

            Tears of blood drip from the sheets and onto the floor. The faint of whispers among them unseen, unknown. My vessel formed inside of her and today she arrives. The body finished and formed to complete the creation of his daughter. The day we have been expecting has arrived, 9 months of trouble, of fear has now passed and she will live to be free. I will live to be free.

            “No! Aden! The pain hurts so much!” her mother screams between the doctors counting and the tightening of her father’s hand.

            “Doctor, please tell me this is normal? Doctor?” he tries to speak. He is unaware; she is unaware, of what is happening. I start to feel sorrow as I know what is about to happen. The lights start to flicker, the beating of her mother’s heartbeat fades away, and her father starts to scream in alarm. One last push and her head pops out, my vessel has taken her first breathe, but her mother has taken her last. The monitor starts to let out a long continuance sound signifying the stopping of the heart.

            “Nurse, escort him out, we have to take action on the patient,” the doctor says, but little does he know that nothing will work.

            Her father speaks with anger “I am not leaving my wife you bastards! Do something!”

            “We can’t if you’re here. You have to leave,” the nurse tries to escort him out, but he fights back. None of the nurses could hold him back, he drops to the floor, there were tears mixing with blood, anger mixing with mourn.  

        He drops to his knees holding her hand, feeling it go cold, “Jeanette, please don’t leave me, after everything, please.” She is gone, up to heaven, she has fulfilled her mission. Her life risked for the life of mine. All this for me, death for life, how can he be so cruel.

        He paces down the hallway, hitting his head on the white walls a few times before sitting on the floor with his hands to his face. Every fingertip touched by tears. He doesn’t know what to do, he keeps thinking she won’t live, but she will, she will live to be a successful little girl, strong, brave, courageous women. He knows his wife is gone yet he wished it couldn’t be like this.

        Minutes later the nurse comes out the double doors with a baby in her arms. He hears the footsteps come near and looks up to see a bright light shine on her. He thinks maybe it’s the lighting. He quickly gets up and grabs her, tears of joy were unleashed and he held her so delicately. She looked so precious, she look so angelic. Her head full of hair brushed within his hands and her soft huge cheeks quivered. He holds her with love and comfort.

        Her, my vessel was wrapped in swaddling blankets lying in his arms. I was born and he is happy; he as in my father, as in our father.