I knew something was happening before I saw Leslie rise from her seat with a shocked look on her face. I saw as she clutched her abdomen and her face twisted in agony.

I chucked the drink I held in my hand to Trevor to whom I was talking to and in less than a second I reached her side and when I did she gasped.

"The baby is coming!"

To tell you I lost all my bearings was an understatement. I was not sure I would ever be ready for this moment. The reality of it all took me on a roller coaster of emotions ranging from excitement to fear.

I watched as she took what was supposed to be her calming breath exercise and wondered if I should imitate her as my mind race with one thought that turned my trembling feet to lead.

The baby was a few weeks early. I prayed this was not a situation that would warrant an unhappy ending. I tried to smile a calming smile to her as I motioned to Peter to get the car ready and to Cynthia who I was more than happy to have present.

When the others began to acknowledged what was happening it took us less than a few minutes to get all the things that were already prepared to assist in the venture ahead.

I scooped her up in my arms just as another contraction sent her gasping and on feet that suddenly had wings, I was rushing her to the car that was ready and waiting. I sat with her in my lap as Peter high-tailed us to the hospital.

I was going to meet my son. I was going to be a father in every sense of the word, emotions raw and potent assailed my wildly beating heart as I cuddled my wife trying to offer any comfort I would.

This was the most exhilarating yet wildly antagonizing moment. I was happy and scared, joyful and worried, elated and afraid. All the conflicting emotions were raging as my love twirled in this conflicting tide.

Another contraction more conflicting feelings. I placed my hands on her stomach and spoke to the little being ready to make his entrance into the cruel, hard, and unforgiving world that I promised I would guide him through with all the fatherly love and support that was ready to combust like a carbonated drink confined in a well-shaken bottle.

I kissed the side of Leslie's head and whispered all the words of comfort I could think of as I tried to calm myself in the process. It seemed like an eternity before we pulled up to the hospital where my nerves once again began to get the best of me. This was another step in the process, another leg of the journey where anything could happen.

I wanted to hold on to Leslie and keep both her and our baby in my arms. I was scared to hand her over to the waiting porter that was ready to place her into a wheelchair and take us to the elevator that would carry us up to the maternity ward.

Peter handed me the carryall and whispered 'all the best' to us. I gripped it for dear life as I stood by Leslie in the elevator and prayed what was my million and one prayer. I was lost in nerves and worry as I tried my best to put on a brave front when I felt her fingers curl around mine.

I expected a squeeze to accompany another bout of discomfort contraction but instead, her warm fingers were assuring me. I look down at her and could not help the smile that spread my lips.

"I love you," she mouthed.

It was all there to see in her honied eyes as she looked up at me. I once again knew this woman was my destiny and everything was going to be alright. This moment was going to mark another momentous circumstance in our lives. It was all going to be ok.

"I love you more," I told her as the elevator door slid open to our clique of family and friends who stood waiting outside the waiting area with a ready and prepared Cynthia.

With a final squeeze of comfort and love, I released my wife's hand and let her go to finish the task at hand. I believed through all the past dramas and hurdles that befall us in the beginning just like then we were going to triumph.

I only wish it had taken a matter of minutes instead of two agonizing hours. I was told by Cynthia that both mother and baby were doing fine and that we could all return the following morning at nine to see the new addition to our lives.

I begged her to let me see Leslie and the baby even for just a second after she told me that my son was ok and sleeping peacefully in the nursery. I however had to make do with a picture of my trooper and the assurance that Leslie would be better able to deal with me in the time specified as she was still under anesthetics from her c-section.

It took Mama and Ian along with Devon the only ones who remained as the others had to go for some reason or the other to get me away as I was determined to stay until morning which to my surprise was only minutes away. I reluctantly left and as we all parted I thank God that he gave me all the right persons that I needed to see me through my life.

I walk with Mama and Devon to the car where Peter had decided to stay -even though it was not required -even after he had left to take home Abby and her daughter.

I let out a long breath and grinned in joy as I sat beside Mama who took my hand and patted it gently. Devon who was sitting beside Peter in the passenger seat turned around with a mischievous smile on a face that was a few years away from turning into the rich dark manliness that his brother now possessed and said.

"Bwoy mi neva know yuh wudda stop walk up an dung. If yuh guh back a look mi sure so can see where you wear thin the tile pan di people den floor."

"Bwoy shut up!" I snapped playfully then added my bit of chiding. "Yuh gwaan talk to how mi see you hot paah Neisha yuh might be the next one to do some pacing."

I could not help but laugh as I watch my little brother blush and shifted in the seat as his eyes darted to Mama who sat there quietly her face serious but her eyes twinkling.

"Yuh think you ready fi big ooman?" I added loving his discomfort and seeing all was well I was more than capable to be the thorn in Devon's side.

I laughed as he told me to mind my own business and we drove home with my heart soaring in happiness and the anticipation of meeting my son.

I took my phone from my pocket and stared at the little being swaddled in a blue receiver. His little head was covered with a red tam and a tiny fist was nestled to a plump cheek. There was my son; I was a father. To call me proud would have been an understatement.
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The baby is here, am so happy the trials, the struggles, and the circumstances could not stop fate.

Daniel's and Leslie's miracle has come. They have made it through.
It's never easy the journey but it's all worth it when you reach your destination.

Thanks for being here with me.
Lots of love for supporting His Wife.

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