Part Two.
The baby gurgled happily as Seth stared down at him, blinking randomly, his mind whirling overtime, his thoughts lost as he watched the baby curl its fists up into tiny balls. Taylor beside him beamed with joy, Ryan's arm curled around her waist as the couple both gazed down at their son.
Summer, beside him, her hand in his, smiled happily at the beaming couple, her fingers reaching out to stroke the baby's cheek. "So soft," she remarked, whispering quietly. Still smiling, she placed her now free hand on the swell of her stomach. Seth could hardly believe that seven months of her pregnancy had gone by. It had seemed as just yesterday when Summer had tearfully announced the news to him.
"So," Taylor began, Ryan echoing her thoughts. She smiled at Summer, hand encased in Ryan's. "It won't be long till our little Benji will have a playmate, will it? Only two months to go, if I remember correctly, isn't it, Sum?"
"Two and a bit," Summer told her, staring down at the happy Benji. "Two and a bit," she repeated, softly, biting her lip anxiously at the thought.
"It'll fly by," Taylor assured her, Summer's eyes darting up rapidly at the sound of her voice. "It won't be long before you have your baby in your arms, and all the worries you felt, all the fear, and the tears, will just fade away when you hold your baby. I swear. I was so nervous going to the hospital, so frightened that I'd done something wrong during my pregnancy, something that would hurt my baby, but all my worries and thoughts vanished when I held Benji for the first time."
"Really?" Summer asked, hands clutching at the silk material covering the bassient.
"I swear to God," Taylor said, making Summer beam happily, a hand slowly rubbing on the swell of her stomach, the other tucking a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear.
"So?' Ryan's voice broke the silence, starling Seth from his quiet thoughts. "You've been quiet, Seth. What's wrong?"
"What? Nothing."
"I know there's something."
Seth shook his head, chuckling. "There's nothing, I promise, Ryan. I'm fine."
Summer squeezed his hand tightly, smiling up at him. She turned her gaze onto Ryan, letting her hand drop from Seth's. "He's just anxious about the baby, like I am. We can wait for it, but in a way, we're not even a little ready for the arrival. Sometimes I get so nervous, I can barely see straight. What if I'm a bad mother?"
Seth titled her head towards him. "You'll be the best mother this kid could have," he assured his wife, wiping a small tear away from her cheek.
"Are you sure?"
"Completely."
He was a father. A million thoughts ran through his head, not one of them even the slightest bit sane. He was a father, he was a father, he kept chanting in his head, hands grasped together as he paced nervously down the hall.
He had a daughter. And even though he was yet to see her, he was certain that she would be every bit as beautiful as her mother.
God, what had he been worrying about? Yes, he might stuff up, yes, he might be a horrible, terrible father, but he had Summer to help him. They would learnt together, learn from their mistakes, and have all the support and guidance they could ever needed.
A door open from down the hall and he darted his eyes back towards it. The nurse gestured inside it, smiling softly at him, her eyes shining with happiness. He beamed back, taking off in a jog to reach his family.
Summer beamed at him from where he rested in the doorway, a bundle cradled in her arms. Slowly, as if his heart had stopped beating, a small hand stretched out from within the pink blankets.
His princess.
This was suggested by my first reviewer, J. Thanks! I hope you enjoy this second (and final) part. I know I enjoyed writing it!
