Page 15 of The Champion
I turned a little to look at him. “Hey asshole,” Iwhispered harshly. “Just imagine what I’m going through.”
He let out a nervous chuckle and ran his hand through hishair.
When I actually started pushing, we had to kick Spencerout for trying to see if he could help since he did in fact have the skillsneeded to catch a baby with his experience on the pit crew,fucking jackass.
I was absolutely horrified that Spencer might have gottena view of my crankcase that I threw the closest thing I could find at him. Hewas now in the ER getting stitches above his eye because the closest thing Icould find happened to be a camera. I threw it pretty hard, but could you blameme?
I felt like I’d been pushing for hours when I felt aninsane amount of pressure. Dr. Sears pushed on my stomach to turn the babyslightly. Jameson had his head down next to my ear, whispering words of love andadoration, which just annoyed me. His head didn’t shoot up until we heard a cryshriek through the room.
“Here he is!” Dr. Sears announced holding him in the air.“It’s a boy!”
And there, flailing around like our tiny adorableflailing spaz was our son, covered in the most disgusting gooey mess I’d everseen. This just confirmed my thoughts in the beginning of the pregnancy of himbeing a parasite. He actually looked like one.
I burst into tears as I turned to see the shock onJameson’s face as he looked at him. I couldn’t get a good view at the baby yet.All I saw were arms and legs flailing. I thought he’d be crying but after thefirst couple cries, he stopped.
My heart sank thinking something was wrong with him.
“Is he okay?”
Jameson’s nervous eyes followed our little boy until theybrought him to rest in his arms. Jameson turned to show him to me as he pulledthe blanket down off his head. “He’s fine, honey.”
It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in mylife. Even with the goo still coating him in spots, I could see the shock ofsilky rusty hair lying on his head in an unruly mess of waves. He wasn’t aparasite after all.
“Sway, look at him, he’s beautiful. He blinks andeverything,”
The tears in Jameson’s eyes said it all as he placed ourinfant son in my arms.
Despite this beautiful image, I kept focusing on the factthat he didn’t understand that babies blinked.
What did he think they did?
I wonder what he will do when he finds out they poop too.
Those concerns disappeared when Jameson brought his freepalm to my face.
“I love you.” We both whispered together feeling themoment.
We stared in awe at this tiny creature that was now oursand the nerves, fear, exhaustion and medication set in and I vomited all overthe place.
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Relief swept over me the moment I was positive everythingwas okay. When I looked down at him, I could see so much of Sway in him butthere was no denying that color of hair, my hair, my mother’s hair.
Sway shooed me away to take pictures of him before he waswhisked away to the NICU for some tests. I got pictures of him being weighedand measured. Then a nurse took a picture of me holding his hands and kissinghis tiny feet and forehead. As I snapped photos, I noticed that he also hand mylong fingers and my exact lips. It was like looking into a mirror.
When they took him away, Sway begged me to go tell ourfamily the good news. I went out to the waiting room to find them all waitinganxiously.
“Well?” Emma ran over to me. She looked happier.
At least she calmed down after her little emotionalbreakdown. I still kept my distance from her just in case she felt the need tohit me again.
“He is fine. He’s in the NICU for now, but if he doeswell he’ll only be there for a couple of days.”
“We want details!” Alley shoved my chest.
“Okay, Jesus.” I got them to all sit down as I began torecount the delivery including the parts where Sway freaked out.
I looked to see my mom and Andrea wiping a few tears fromtheir cheeks.
