Whoa Baby

Chapter 38- Meet Our Baby

Whoa Baby

Chapter 38- Meet Our Baby

"Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid."- Frederick Buechner

Outside room D5011, a little ways further down the hall was a small corner waiting area. It was quiet, the occasional shuffling of the feet or noise coming from SJ when playing with blocks. You know those silly wooden shaped blocks that go through loops of thin metal. As SJ sat on the floor doing that JC sat in a chair a couple feet away from him, watching his every move, or so it looked like.

His mind was distant. His eyes glued to one spot. Waiting. Waiting in anticipation for someone to walk in and tell him everything went fine and he could go in. It seemed like though, for every minute that passed, was an hour in his world.

A distracted sigh escaped SJ's lips, pushing the baby toy away and looking bored. "How much longer?" He whines, crossing his legs like a pretzel, propping his elbows on his knees and his chin in one of his hands.

"I don't know kid." JC mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Aren't you tired or something?"

"No." SJ snickers, scrunching his nose away the ridiculous statement JC made.

"Well aren't kid's bedtime, like, seven o'clock anyways? You have school tomorrow." JC explains, shrugging his shoulders. He doesn't remember having a bedtime when he was a kid. He was lucky he could sleep before midnight on most school nights.

"Not my bedtime. I'm in fourth grade, I get to stay up until eight o'clock." He said very proudly.

"Well it's like midnight now kid." JC informs him, taking a peek on his phone. God, she's been in there for two hours, how long does it take? Mr. Devoncourt comes back with a cup of coffee in his hands, sighing loudly as he takes a seat next to JC.

"No news yet, huh?" He figures, taking a cautious sip of coffee.

"No, nothing yet. You think everything is going ok?" JC asks, licking his dry, chapped lips.

Scott smiles, patting JC on the back lightly, "Everything is going to be alright. She's a tough girl."

JC rubs his eyes, mentally groaning when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He knew it was his mother. "Nothing yet mom." He says into the receiver without even looking at the caller ID.

"You'll call me when she delivers, right? I don't want to show up now. It must be overwhelming and crowded." JC's mother says impatiently.

"I'll call or text you." He says, stifling a yawn.

"Alright, thank you. I love you." She says before hanging up.

"You too." He whispers into the phone, stuffing it back in his pocket. "I'm just going to take a walk. Hopefully that will keep me up." JC murmurs as he walks away from his seat.

"Coffee taste like crap by the way." Scott tells him, thinking he was going to look for some. JC nodded his head, stuffing his hands in his sweatpants' pockets and rubbing his eyes. He just wanted to go to sleep, but making sure everything was ok with Paisley and the baby is the only thing keeping him up.

He observed murals on the walls, colorful ones that children would enjoy of animals in the jungle or an underwater theme. On his right was a nursery, lights on very dimly as nurses checked up on babies. It was scary for JC to see that many of them. A nervous knot in his stomach pulled tighter as the sound of a baby whining pierced. Nurses rushed over to tend to her, hoping that she wouldn't wake up the others.