WHAT COMES AFTER THE END OF THIS

Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Yrene's PoV

I was literally drowned in assignments and exams: I would wake up on myself, having slept at an awkward angle with my head in a book or a stack of papers falling out of my hand. I would occasionally see Raymond as he would come on business trips but the rest I barely time to even video call. Speaking of the rest of them, I was, right now, on call with Ross who was keeping me updated about Mishy's condition since she had gone into labour.

I could hear her screaming in agony through the phone and I cringed every time. Raymond was apparently with her, holding her hand while she yelled profanities at him and told him how much she hated him for having done this to her. My friends were all there too, as were my parents. Shocker, right? My parents, who had literally forgotten my birthday (but had still delivered a Balmain evening dress to my foyer three days later), were present at this time,after all they did really have busy schedules. Rolling my eyes at my thoughts I ask Ross to keep me updated as I out the phone on speaker and sit down to do the laces to my boots.

I stayed on call with him for hours as I ran my Friday errands, doing grocery and whatnot, until I finally heard a very loud scream from Mishy followed by a high pitched squealing sound. Excitement and nervousness bubbled through me as Ross screamed,
"It's a boy!"
I was terribly happy but also terribly scared: what kind of an impression would it put on my nephew were he to find out what kind of a person his aunt was: a smoker, drinker, borderline suicidal, struggling with eating disorders and a little nuts? Not so good right? I didn't want to influence him in any way and this thought alone put a damper on my mood.

"Yrene I know what you're thinking and don't."
"Pardon?"
"Don't fuck with me! I know you're thinking about how you'll affect this baby's life in a negative way and I'm telling you to not think that because you're going to be a superb aunt, he will love you and he will be proud of you."
"Will he be?" My voice quivers under the force of unshed tears.
"Yes, of course!"
"Ross..."
"Shut up okay? And get your butt down here, this thing looks not so cute from what I can see from here."
"What the fuck, Ross?"
"Well, it looks red and disgusting." I can actually hear the disgust in his voice and I almost slap him through the screen. What is wrong with him?
"Ross, you're a stupid stupid person! Let the baby live! It just came into this world and you're concerned about it looking red!?"
"And swollen." He adds.
"And swollen?! You psychopath that is what newborns look like!"
"I'm sure I didn't look like that when I was born!"
"You're unbelievable, you are!"
"Say what you want but this looks nothing like those babies in the movies!"
"Obviously, dumbass, they haven't even cleaned him up yet! Wait till they do that, then you will see just how handsome my little munchkin is." I gush over the child I have yet to behold.
"Look at you, Yr, you haven't even seen him and you're speaking about him with such protectiveness and admiration." I can sense contentment in his voice and I almost want to hug him before I'm reminded of his dumbness regarding the situation; at this point I wouldn't even be surprised if he were to say that babies were actually delivered in blue and pink baskets by storks or Angels.
"Yr, get your butt down here and look at this thing as soon as you can, I actually heard Ray say that he won't name it unless you were there."
"It? Ross, it? It's not an it, it's a him! It's a human not something you found lying in your basement!"
"Whatever, but come home for the weekend. Just these two days, it's only a two hour flight."
"I'll see."
"No you won't fucking see you will come!"
"Don't mess with me. Also, when they have the time I'll call Ray and Mishy, let them know and send me pictures of my baby. Now!"
"God! Fine!"
I cut the call as a slow smile passed over my face; rushing back home I pack a small Louis Vuitton backpack with a few essentials and three sets of clothing, no extras because I wasn't going to stay for any extra days. Booking myself a flight for the evening I settled into my sofa with my laptop; time to get ahead of some assignments. It was the least I could do if I were to spend the weekend back home.
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God! I hated carrying my own luggage, I was spoiled; whenever we travelled my brothers always carried my bags for me and in school Joss carried all our bags when we got tired. And doing this myself today really was an eye opener for me.