Father meets Son (Francis's chapter)
Chapter 0.3 of 1
'Congratulations on your healthy baby boy,' the card read. The recipient of this card was not impressed as he read this. He brought the envelope close to his face. The return address was from a hospital in the next town over. Along with the sickeningly happy card was the death certificate of his fiance and son's mother, Jeanne Williams.
"I think I will go and meet my son," Francis said to himself. He got dressed in a dark blue shirt and put on some pants. He brushed his hair and put it in a low ponytail. He picked up his car keys and left his nice house that he shared with Jeanne.
When he arrived at the hospital, he felt the wave of depression crash into him as soon as he had entered. He walked up to the reception desk, where an overly-cheerful women sat. She looked up at Francis and said, "Hello, how may I help you?"
"I'm looking for the maternity ward, my son is apparently ready to be released," Francis replied.
"You may follow me, I will bring you there," she said quickly. She knew that she wanted to be seen with this piece of eyecandy.
Francis followed her, not paying attention to her obvious attraction. He only had eyes for one beautiful woman and she is no longer part of this world. As soon as they entered the ward, Francis' face fell and he began to avoid looking at the happy couples with their babies.
"So who is the lucky mother," the nurse asked. She needed to find the baby using the mother's name.
"She is not so lucky, she didn't make it," Francis said with a sad expression on his face. "Her name was Jeanne Williams."
"Come with me, I will bring you to where your son is," she said and gestured for him to follow her. They walked into a nursery and the nurse left Francis alone in the room filled with babies.
Francis walked among the rows and rows of newborns, searching for a similar looking child. He stopped at one boy. The boy had some blonde curls and his violet eyes open. The eyes had the same shade of violet that Jeanne's eyes had. Francis stayed by this baby, his son. The nurse came back and was surprised that the gorgeous man stood at the side of a now sleeping baby boy who was his son.
"How did you know he was your son," she asked.
"He has her eyes and quiet demeanor," Francis replied with a sad smile.
"What are you going to name him," she wonder aloud. She looked at the man with the baby.
"I'll name him Matthew Jean Williams," he said with a bigger smile. It was the name that his fiance had come up with. He changed the first name from Mathieu to Matthew because people butcher French names and he changed the middle name. He changed it from Francois to Jean in order to honour his dead fiance. "May I take Matthew home," Francis asked.
"Do you have everything you need for taking care of your son? If you do, then you can take your son," She replied while hoping he didn't have any of the things to take care of babies.
"I don't know what I need. What do I need," he said to her.
"You need a place for him to sleep, diapers, formula, bottles clothing, the list goes on," she replied.
"I'll be back in a week then," Francis replied with a sad expression.
He went back to the house that he shared with Jeanne. He chose a room with lots of light going in through the windows and started to get ideas on how to make it into a nursery.
He received a phone call from Gilbert as he phoned Antonio.
Author's note:
Hello readers,
I hope that you have enjoyed my first chapter of my first story: Fathers and Sons. The next two chapters are going to be in the points of view of Gilbert and Antonio. But after those chapters, the story is going to be in third person. So readers be aware! Also if you would like to, you can review and rate my story, but I am not forcing you to.
Enjoy and until next time,
shadow-of-doubtfulness