I was planning for a long time to delve into this story further. I think NaNoWriMo is a good thing to do it. ;)

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Kerry woke up, a sharp pain running through her lower abdomen. She held in and when the pain repeated himself, she shook her husband. "Sweetie?" Sleepily he swatted her hand away, grumbling something incoherent. Kerry shook him harder. "Come on, Bill. We need to go."

She felt her husband tense and then he sat up all of a sudden. "What?" he looked at her with big eyes. She couldn't help but giggle. "Get your butt in gear, honey. Our kid wants to meet us." Bill looked a few seconds in a daze when he finally realized that he needs to hurry. He got up, stumbled over his slippers, grabbed the duffelbag placed near the door and turned to his wife, looking at her expectantly. "You coming?"

Kerry looked at her disheveled hubby. He completely forgot that he still wore his pajamas, was bare feet and looked all in all like somebody who was woken up suddenly in the middle of the night. Kerry felt a laughter bubbling up followed from another wave of pain. Slowly she got up, the grin she couldn't contain still at her face when she indicated at the dresser. "Don't you think a Jeans and a T-Shirt would be a bit more appropriate?" she giggled and Bill looked down, blushing a bit. "Maybe."

The nervous young man snatched a T-Shirt and a Jeans from the floor where he tossed it mindlessly when he went to bed. Kerry looked with amusement how he struggled to get in his sneakers just to throw them at the wall and settled for his slippers.

Bill looked at her, his gaze somewhat in a daze. "I'm gonna be a Dad." he said, and a smile broke out of his face. "It's really happening, right? I'm gonna be a Dad." They looked at each other and then started to laugh. Bill grabbed Kerry's hand and the duffelbag and he dragged her to the car. "Come on, Darling. I don't want to greet our son at a red traffic light."

When they arrived at the hospital, the pain had increased and Kerry felt very bad. Something didn't felt right, but she didn't say anything, too concerned that Bill would freak out. They approached the desk when Kerry felt her legs giving in. The last thing before everything went black was a stream of blood pouring out of her.

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Bill was in shock, he stood still like a marble statue, holding the hand of his wife, when the nurses and emergency doctors approached her and started to work at her. They pulled her on a stretcher and wheeled her away. Bill looked in the direction, his gaze forlorn and full of fear. A birth was a happy event, right? And not this fearful thing he just witnessed.

The woman at the desk looked at him and realized that he was in deep shock. Slowly she approached him and led him gently to a chair in the waiting area. She gave him a mug with steaming hot coffee where she added a good amount of sugar to lessen the shock a bit. Bill didn't react, he just stared at the door as if his gaze alone would help his family to survive. The nurse nudged him to drink his coffee and without thinking he took a sip. The burn of the hot liquid brought him back to the world. He looked at the nurse with watery eyes. "Will they live?" the nurse looked at him, smiling sadly. "I don't know sweetie. Those cases are always close calls. Sometimes they live. Sometimes they don't. But they are in the best hands they could get. If there is a way to save them, the doctors here will find it." Bill clung to this words like a lifeline, smiling sadly. The elder woman looked at him with friendly eyes. "Do you want me to call a family member?" she asked gently. Bill nodded and took a business card out of his wallet. "This is her mother. She would want to know." With that his gaze returned to the door, as if any distraction would endangering his beloved ones even more.

It took the nurse a few hours to get Kerries mother at the phone. Quietly she informed the woman about the circumstances of the birth and heard the gasp at the other side of the line. "I'm coming as soon as possible." With that she hung up and now it was a waiting game.

The coffee mug, still in Bills hands, cooled down while his gaze never wavered away from the door. The nurse knew that she won't forget this day. She saw too much. She saw grief, terror, anxiety, a lot of pain. But she never saw something like this. Bill was sitting like a statue, not moving, just looking at the door, like he was giving his strength to his wife and his child. It was a picture of deep devotion and deep felt fear. But the nurse also knew there was nothing she could do right now to comfort him.

It was all a waiting game now.

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