Desmond's eyes fluttered open to see he was in the hospital waiting room, laying down on a old tattered couch. He put his palms to his forehead that was pulsing from a head-ach.
"So you choose to wake-up?" a familier female voice rung in Desmond's ears. He thought for a moment then it clicked, he shot up seeing his mother sitting at his feet, smiling daintily as if the emotion could break he gentil features. Her brown-grey hair was pulled behind her ears, the rest loose. She pulled her dark green cardigain together to keep warm in the cool waiting room, underneath she wore a simple white T-shirt. She also wore simple black office pants and black slip-ons, casual.
"What happened?" Desmond ask, getting his bearings. "Where's Molly?"
"Oh honey" she wispered, raising her hand to cup Desmond's face "you must've hit your head real hard." Then Desmond remembered.
He had gotten to the hospital around the same time as his parents and Molly. He was walking into the lobby when he slipped and banged his head on the waiting room table because Molly's water was all over the floor.
Desmond dropped his head in embarresment when he noticed two members of the nursing staff giggle.
"Where's Molly?" Desmond asked his mother.
"She's in the labor ward. We can't go in." She informed him. Perfect, Desmon thought sarcastically. So they waited. Desmond went from sitting to pacing. He should be in there. He should be by her side. This was their first child! Knowing her, it would be their only one too, and he couldn't even see her being brought to life. The docter said it was a girl so they decided on Delilah. Desmond hoped she had her mother's eyes atleast. Those beautiful icey blue eyes.
It was hours, 7 to be exact, nearing the 8th. Still no news. Desmond looked over at his mother. She was a very beautiful women. She was friendly, kind, everything a mother should be. He knew his dad was more then lucky to have her. And Desmond knew he was lucky to have Molly. He could get lost in those big icey blue eyes. She was often feirce but her voice was always as smooth as silk. He sat down across from his mother in the practically empty waiting room. What pain she must be going through? He remember his mom telling him that when she was pregnant she used to want to punch William in the face and that when she was giving birth, she was in so much pain that she was cursing William for 'doing this to her'. Was Molly doing the same? Desmond sat back when he thought about his over-reacting wife. She probably called him every name under the moon and the sun and was still managing to find some way to offend him. He still wished he was in there.
He snapped his head up when a nurse came through the double doors.
"Is there a Mr Miler here?" She called out. Desmond sunk in his chair, just another call. He walked back over to his mother, ploping down, waking her in the process.
"Any news?" she yawned, rubbing her eyes then looking at her son who shook his head. She slipped his slim slightly wrinkled hand into Desmonds, placing the other ontop. Desmond looked over at his mother who smiled fondly. "She'll be fine. I promise." she continued to smile.
"Mr Miler?" The nurse called out again. Desmond's mother let go of his hand, walking over to the Nurse. They exchanged a quite words then the nurse spoke out in revelation. "Oh. Mr Miles. Sorry, the receptionist has a few funny writing habbits.". Desmond jumped from his chair, half-jogging to the two women.
"You mean Molly had her baby!" Desmond said in disbelief. The nurse nodded, congratulating him and shaking his hand.
"She's been moved to St. Jame's ward on the fourth floor and is expecting you." she smiled brightly. Desmond hugged the nurse out of pure joy, blinking back tears of happiness. He released the still smiling nurse, her grin now forced and eye-brows raised.
"Hurry up." His mother called to Desmond, holding the elevator. Desmond ran past the shell-shocked nurse and into the lift, pressing the button for the fourth floor. The lift moved slowly as Desmond's impatience grew. The doors flung open and Desmond nearly sprinted into Rebecca, who stumbled slightly when Desmond nearly forced himself at her.
"Easy boy!" She yelled when she regained her balance, a elder nurse shooshing her before returning to work.
"Sorry. Where's Molly?" Desmond asked desperatly. Rebecca pointed at the archway with 'St. James' Ward' in print on a plak above it.
"End of the hall, door on the left. William sprung for a private room. I'm gonna shake a leg, kay?" She replied plainly.
"Okay, thanks." Desmond patted her on the shoulder as he toke into a jog, turning abruptly around to hug the black haired girl. He pulled from her "and thanks for..." He paused for a second, words lost. "...everything." Rebecca smiled.
"Not a problem, now get moving." she ordered the man, happiness radiating from her. Desmond nodded and toke off down the hall in a steady jog. He came to the end of the hall. Which door did she say? Desmond thought, scracthing his head and stopped running. The hall turned a faint grey, a shimmering yellow caught his eye, he turned to face it, the door on his left glowing gold, then everything went back to normal. Thank you Altair and Ezio, Desmond thought as he knocked on the door.
"Come in." William called. Desmond slipped inside. William frowned when he seen him. "You should've been there." he said dryly.
"I know" Desmond replied, ashame thick on his features.
"where's your mother?"
"Down the hall. Probably talking to Rebecca."
"Why isn't she with you now?"
"I ran down the hall."
"Why?"
"Because I should've been there." The back and fourth monotinous conversation was forgotten when a cry breifly rang. Desmond remembered Molly. He gaved at her tired yet beautiful form in the hospital bed with a huddle of blankets in her arms. She beckoned her husband over. Desmond walked up cautiously beside her, looking down at the small pink face poking out of the blankets.
"He's beautiful." She whispered to Desmond. Desmond felt everything around him slow down as he looked at the small creature.
"He?" Desmond asked his face, flicking around to look at her. She smiled and nodded. He looked back at the small human. So tiny and frail.
"Have you thought of a name?" William asked, breaking the parents away briefly.
"I think..." Molly paused "...Dalton"
"Dalton" Desmond whispered. "It's perfect"