Zelda looked through her granddaughter's teen magazine. She had started reading just to pass the time, but she had to admit she was finding it to be an interesting look into modern teen life. She hadn't been a teenager for fifty years, and from the looks of things she was glad she didn't have to live through those years in today's society. She'd had enough problems back then and couldn't imagine adding social media, cyber bullying, sexting, and the gazillion other things teens today had to deal with into the mix. It made her sad for her granddaughters. "Mom," George Gillis rushed into the waiting room high on adrenalin, forcing his mother to look up from her reading.
"Oh Georgie, is he here? Is everything okay?" Zelda asked with excitement.
George shook his head, "He's not here yet. Everything's okay…just taking a while." He sat down next to his mother, exhaustion suddenly taking over. He looked at his watch, "Wow, it's after one in the morning. Where are Dad and the girls?"
"Your dad took Gracie home. She was tired. They both were," Zelda yawned, realizing how tired she was as well. "Greta went to the bathroom to splash some water on her face. She's determined to stay and wait it out. You should have heard her arguing with your father about leaving. She's stubborn."
George nodded, "Yeah…she's like that…so intense about everything." He took a deep breath, "I'm so glad this one is a boy."
"Georgie," Zelda said with a twinge of sadness in her voice. She had spent too many years listening to her own father express his disappointment at having a houseful of girls that she would never want her own granddaughters to feel the same way. "You haven't said anything like that to Gracie or Greta have you?"
George smiled, "No Mom," he kissed her on the cheek, "Of course not. And I didn't mean it the way it sounded. Girls are just a handful for me. I don't understand them sometimes."
Zelda snickered, "You and your father have that in common."
"Hey, this is a happy occasion…not a night to bash Dad," George said seriously.
"I know…I'm sorry," Zelda apologized. She had been joking, but she should have known better. Georgie had taken their separation harder than anyone, even though he had been an adult with a family of his own at the time. He just hadn't expected it. "Get back in there," she ruffled her fingers through his red hair and smiled. "Your wife needs you."
George squeezed his mother's hand and then headed back to his wife.