This is my second fanfic. Please read it and review!!!
It is a difficult business giving flowers. To choose a bouquet, you must find a flower that suits the occasion. On Remembrance Day, only a few eccentric people would wear a bright and cheerful daisy in their buttonhole, or poking out of their pocket. Likewise, not many people would give a rafflesia (the biggest flower in the world with an awful odor)to their children on their birthday.
It is almost a tradition to give roses to your lover on Valentine's Day. Roses are a symbol of love, smooth and silky with deep crimson petals and a gorgeous scent. If roses are passed between people, it shows love between them, but Mr Harold Evans loved his wife no less on one fateful Valentine's Day when he didn't bring roses into WARD 134.
It was an interesting day. It wasn't sunny, nor was the weather cloudy. There was a lack of wind, and no rain or snow. The weather was rather tranquil, peaceful. Nothing disruptive. On this day, five beautiful babies were born in St George's Hospital.
Baby A, Baby B, Baby C and Baby D continued their journey in their trolleys down the corridor, but Baby E was wheeled into WARD 134.
It was a small pretty room with white walls, blue curtains and a tiny balcony overlooking a beautiful garden. A pretty young woman with short chestnut locks lay on an adjustable bed resting after the hard ordeal of childbirth. There was a bathroom through a blue door with a large bath, a shower and a toilet. The bathroom contained three blue towels in the cupboard under the sink and the mirror had a shelf with a disposable toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Everything was clean and very hygienic.
The woman lying on the bed sat up when she heard the trolley in which Baby E laid roll through the door onto the slick linoleum floor. She let out a soft moan when the nurse gently gave her the baby.
"You are the mother of a gorgeous baby girl Mrs Anna Evans," announced the nurse, smiling at the awe, which filled Anna's face.
"My daughter?" whispered Anna, tears filling her eyes. She held her daughter close and breathed in deeply. The baby smelt sweet.
A beeping sound interrupted the moment. The nurse frowned, "Mr Evans is approaching." Minutes after she had announced the fact, a tall, handsome man entered the room carrying a toddler girl with mousy brown hair in pigtails with his right arm and a ribboned box tucked under his left.
"Sorry for the delay honey, the florist's are so crowded. I queued for ages before-" he stopped, his green eyes on the baby, "Is that our new baby?"
"Our new daughter," Anna nodded.
Mr Evans placed the pretty box in the nurse's arms and lowered the toddler gently who clambered onto the foot of the bed. He reached for the baby and held her in his arms.
"Mummy! I dew our family in my cwayons, onny I didn't know if de baby was goin to be a girl or boy!" exclaimed the toddler.
Anna smiled fondly at her daughter, "I can't wait to see it! We'll put it on the fridge. Petunia, love, you've got a sister now!"
"Really mummy! Gweat!" grinned Petunia, "Can I see her?"
"In just a moment," replied her father, "Anna, honey, Happy Valentine's Day!"
Anna took the box from the nurse and undid the silver green ribbon. She took the lid of and gasped at the sight of five white lilies wrapped in clear cellophane and a silver ribbon. "Thank you Harold, they're beautiful!" she exclaimed. She sat up and pecked her husband on the cheek.
"I'm sorry, there were no red roses left, and I was going to buy some yellow ones, but I saw these and I remembered how much you loved them."
"I'm glad you did buy them, love, they're amazing," sighed Mrs Evans.
"Daddy! I wanna see her now!" Petunia pouted impatiently.
Mr Evans sat down next to Petunia and revealed the girl.
"Weeeeeeeeell…She's pwetty, but she's so small," said Petunia critically, "What's her name Daddy?"
Harold glanced at his wife, "Er, what is her name honey?" he asked.
Mrs Evans fingered the lilies' smooth petals, "I think Lily is a beautiful name, don't you?
"How about Lillian, Lily for short?" Mr Evans suggested.
"Yes, that's a good idea… our little Lillian… Lily," Anna agreed sinking back into her fluffy pillows contentedly.
Unknown to all, Lily's eyes flickered open revealing startling emerald eyes. She gazed up at the strange man holding her, her father, before slowly entering a snooze again.
Is it good? I hope so. Please review! I'll add another chapter soon.
Flame of Cold : )
