Continued from May 16, 2018
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August 22 (27 Years Ago)
Gail had been taken out of the delivery room into surgery more than an hour ago. Marcus paced the waiting room, panic rising in him to the point of clouding his mind. All he could think about was the possibility that Gail, or the baby, may not make it through this.
He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he watched doctors and nurses move past him. His hands were shaking when a nurse approached him.
“Mr. Higgins?” She asked.
“Yes, is everything okay!?” He blurted.
“Everything is fine,” the nurse replied in a calm voice, “Gail, and the baby, are doing fine. Gail is in recovery. I came to ask if you wanted to meet your newborn baby boy?”
Marcus couldn’t stop himself. His arms were around the nurse before she had a chance to move. She gave him a weak hug in return before he released her quickly. Marcus cleared his throat and muttered an apology as he scratched the back of his neck.
“You’re fine,” The nurse said, straightening her scrubs. “Follow me, please.”
Marcus followed her down the hall, his heart was light as a feather, skipping around in his chest from the anticipation.
“Do you know what you’re naming him yet?” The nurse asked over her shoulder.
“Dylan. Dylan Jerome Gail and I agreed he would be named after his late grandfathers.” Marcus replied.
“What a wonderful name!” The nurse said as they arrived at the nursery. “Go on in, Nurse Coleman will assist you now.”
Marcus nodded, only half hearing her as he walked through the door. Nurse Coleman was walking toward him holding a tiny bundle, “Would you like to meet your son?” She asked, her eyes sparkling. She reminded him of those fairy tales he had heard when he was a boy. A fairy godmother…