{Stan's POV}
The screams that echoed down the hallway shook me to my very core, the panic setting in faster than I could have ever imagined. My heart tightened in fright and my blue converse paced back and forth worridely. I thought I had been prepared for this moment, we had practiced and gone over the plan so many times. But when it happened - when the hushed words left my lover's lips - my stomach plummeted, yet my heart seemed to soared. The baby that was about to come into this world, is mine, the life that I made with the man I love. A nervous smile rushed onto my face at the thought. Kyle, my best friend and boyfriend, was having MY child! My child! I would've let out a whoop of excitment had the nurse not popped out the doorway and whispered hurriedly, "You can come in now, Sir, but please stay-"
I didn't let her finish and wisked past her. I slowed to an almost stand still as he came into my vision. Firey red hair stuck to face with sweat and he was still panting in nothing but a hospital gown. But never before had I seen him look so beautiful with the gentle smile that he showed the figure in his arms. His skinny hand came up to stroke the sleeping face of the sleeping child. Bright green doe eyes looked at me and I whispered with a smile, "Kyle... You..."
Stopping myself before I could say something stupid, I strode up to low bed and got on my knees so that my face was level with tiny sleeping form of my offspring. Thin ringlets of bright red hair framed her round face, making my heart swell. A tiny hand came up for her to suck on and I felt tears come to my eyes. She was beautiful. So, so beautiful. I felt a hand run through my hair as they spilled and I looked up to see my lovers cheeks stained as well. Leaning forward I gently captured his lips and pulled back to placed another upon his temple as I stared at the tiny life that lay in front of us.
I heard Kennny talking about having children once; about how life got boring and suddenly you couldn't go out anymore. How suddenly all of the weight of the world was on your shoulders. But I couldn't disagree more as my love slowly wrapped a blanket tight around the child and handed her to me.
"Six pounds nine ounces..." He whispered hoarsley.
My arms wrapped protectively around her, marveling at how huge my finger looked tracing the line of her thin eyebrow. I grinned happily as her slobery fingers left her mouth to paw at my hand and I heard Kyle laugh quietly. Placing a small kiss against her tiny forehead, my eyes once again filled with tears. This is my child, my baby, mine. Her fine lashes fluttered as she woke from her slumber, I knelt down next to the bed again so that he could see her as well. Bright saphire orbs stared back at us and a small smile reached the baby's lips, making Kyle blubber with laughter and emotional tears. A steady stream of tears stained my cheeks and I kissed her on the forehead, each cheek, her chin and each of her tiny, little fingers.
A tiny, happy squeal filled the room as I stood and slowly spun the child around, laughing loudly as butterflys ran rampent in my stomach. She's so tiny, so small, so fragile. Six pounds, nine ounces... that's all? That's the horrid 'weight of the world'? How could anyone associate that depressing feeling with the feeling that filled my very being, making me want to run and run in pure bliss? How could I feel weighed down when the bright eyes that stared at me in wonder made me feel like I could fly to the moon and filled my stomach to brim with laughter?