Has every second become a minute? Has every minute become an hour? I paced along the hall, waiting for the arrival of my new son. It was like a slow suicide to me, the wait grew more intense on me. Questions banged inside my skull. Is there something wrong with my son's birth? Was my Lord alright? Who will my son look more alike? Lord Cain? Me? Will I be a good father along with Sir Cain? Will he like me?
"Ahh! Riff!" A scream ruptured from the brick walls that separated me from my Lord. " Riff, please! I need you!"
Oh I wish I could go and help him. I wish I could take away all the pain that hammers in that poor defenseless boy. I peered through the door's window into the room where my beloved was. He layed upon a cushioned bed. His face was bloody red, and his hair was matted together, stuck with sweat and dirt. Tears fell down his cheek, as he clinched to the side of the hospital bed. "Ughh!" He moaned.
"My poor master…" I whispered to myself. Curse that Damned Alexis! If it wasn't for him, my young master would still be male, and he would be in less pain. But… then again this was a good thing I suppose. Theodore wasn't born yet, but I grew to love him. My eyes haven't yet met his, but he was my son and I love him dearly.
I kept gazing into the room. Lord Cain was still sobbing from the pain. It killed me to stare at him like this, but I cant stop my gaze. The motion in the room kept my attention locked. Oh how I would give anything to be in there with him. To whisper in his ear, 'everything will be ok.' I want to be there, holding his hand, kissing his cheek.
"Ahhh!! Ughh!" He yelled. I turned my head, as silenced broke into the room and hallway. My heart thudded rapidly, waiting for the silence to die. A cry led out in the room. I prompt my head up, and there he was. Covered in blood, he dangled in the doctor's arms. They wrapped him in a blue blanket, and took him to clean him off. A woman in a white uniform, with red hair, approach to the door to open it.
"Sir," She stated in her British accient, "you may enter the room." I slowly took a step into the pale room. I ran up to the bed where Lord Cain rest.
"Riff…" He murmured, reaching his pale hand out to me. I gently grasped it. A smile slowly stretched across his face, which forced a smile on me. "He's here Riff!"
"I know." I stated. The doctor came back with our son wrapped in a warm blanket. Lord Cain reached out to hold our new child. He was kindly handed into his arms, and I leaned over my Lord to observe the new born. He was beautiful! The top of his little head was coated with a black solid fuzz. His eyes were as if you were staring deep into two dazzling diamonds.
"Alexander Theodore Raffit-Hargraves" My Lord and I both mumbled. Sir Cain passed our son to me. I looked down at him.
"Hey little Teddy!" I said, making him giggle just a bit.
This was it… family, our family.