Filed to story: Breathe Story (Sadie White & Jax Stone)
“Okay,” I said through the lump in my throat. Reluctantly, I handed over this new little person I already loved and watched her take him away.
“Don’t worry, you were ugly, too, when you first came out, but after a few days you were the most beautiful baby I had ever seen.”
I glared at Jessica, who had laid her head back and closed her eyes.
“He’s beautiful now,” I countered. Already the little guy had me wanting to defend him.
She let out a laugh. “No, he looks like a prune. All new babies do.”
I frowned and tried to remind myself that Jessica was not normal, so I should not expect her to treat birth normally.
“Excuse us, but we need to patch some things up for your mom and move her to a room. Why don’t you go get something to eat and rest. This has all been very exciting for you, I am sure.” The nurse, who had been there through it all with us, smiled at me.
I left the room. I was in a daze at the aftermath when I stepped into the waiting room and was immediately surrounded.
“Are you okay?” Marcus was beside me touching my arm.
I gazed into his big, worried eyes and smiled.
“Back up, boy, and give her some breathing room. She didn’t just give birth, her mama did.” Ms Mary batted Marcus arm and beamed at me.
“Is it as beautiful as you are?”
I laughed and shook my head. “No, he is more beautiful than anything I have ever seen,” I answered truthfully. He’d looked nothing like a prune to me. He was perfect.
“I find it hard to believe any male could surpass you in beauty,” came another familiar voice. Preston shuffled his feet and grinned.
I hadn’t seen him behind Marcus. I smiled at him and shrugged. “Well, believe it,” I said, and they all laughed.
“Move out of the way you bunch of vultures. I can’t even see the girl much less talk to her,” Mr. Greg grumbled as he pushed Marcus out of the way.
“A boy is it! Well, ain’t that good news. Is he healthy and all?”
I nodded, glanced over to the nursery window, and saw him being brought in. “There he is. Come see.”
I turned and went to the glass. He was all bundled up again, but this time nice and clean. The nurse who had come in to take him saw me and brought him over to the window so everyone could see.
“He is a beauty.” Ms. Mary beamed
“Look at the little guy. He already has his fist up ready for a fight.” Marcus grinned at me.
I shook my head and laughed before turning back to my little brother.
“I guess if there was a pretty boy, then that would be one,” Mr. Greg admitted from his spot behind me.
I couldn’t agree more.
“Well, then, how is your mama?” Ms. Mary asked, walking over to the side of the window so others could come see inside as well.
“She is doing great. She, uh, got a little loud and angry towards the end, but she is good now and was dozing off when I left her.”