April 8th 2014

'Those will be ten dollars, thanks.'

I stood at the counter in the hospital gift shop, holding a bunch of multicoloured flowers. I put the flowers down on the counter and dug around in my pocket for my wallet. I found it and pulled out a ten dollar note and handed it to the plump lady behind the counter. She snatched it out of my hands.

'Would you like a bag?' She asked in a gruff voice.

'Nah that's okay, thank you,' I put my wallet back and grabbed the flowers. Then I headed back to Emma's room. When I got there she was keeled forwards in her bed clutching her bulging stomach and breathing heavily. Newt had his arms around and talking to her in a soothing voice. I stood in the doorway for a while until Emma let out a sigh of relief and collapsed back down on her hospital bed. Newt turned around on his chair and smiled at me.

'Hey Minho,' he said.

'Hey,' Emma panted.

'Hi guys. Brought you some flowers, Emma,' I walked over and put the flowers in a vase on a table next to her bed.

'Thanks,' she mumbled, and gave me a small smile.

Newt gave me an appreciating look and then turned his attention back to Emma, stroking her forehead and tucking her hair behind her ears.

'Not long to go, Emmy,' he told her.

She nodded. Her face was covered in sweat and her hair was falling out of her messy bun. She stroked the massive bump of her belly sticking up under the pink sheets.

'He'll be here soon,' she muttered.

'Still sticking with boy?' I chuckled.

'Yep. I want my five bucks,' she laughed.

Emma and I had made a bet about a month ago of the gender of the baby. Newt and Emma had told the doctor they wanted it to be a surprise. Emma thought it would be a boy, I thought it would be a girl, and Newt was impartial. Or so he said. Anyway I told Emma that if the baby was a boy I would give her five dollars (I didn't have much money) and she had taken the bet (she didn't have much money either).

'Oh, Newt, another contraction's coming,' Emma warned, and she started breathing heavily again.

'I'll come back in a bit,' I said, even though they weren't paying attention to me anymore. I let myself out.

I stepped out into the hall and saw Thomas and Teresa there.

'I wouldn't go in there now guys,' I told them, and they nodded.

I walked past them and headed back towards the waiting room, where I had been spending most of my time since Emma went into labour fourteen hours (yes, fourteen hours) ago. I plonked myself down in one of the hard blue seats and looked around. My breath caught when I saw someone sitting in a chair not too far away from me. I almost fell out of my chair.

'Lindsay,' I whispered.

I hadn't seen her for months. Almost a year now. I'd forgotten how incredibly beautiful she was. Her jet black hair was tied back in a low ponytail, she had big gold earrings dangling from her ears, her thin hands were folded in her lap. She wore a green peasant blouse that matched her eyes, and navy jeans. She was looking around the room whilst tapping her foot on the floor and playing with her long manicured fingernails absent-mindedly. Then her stunning green eyes fell on me. Her foot stopped tapping. She stopped playing with her fingernails. Her red lips parted slightly, her mouth hanging open in shock. Without even thinking I stood up, and she did the same. We started walking towards each other. Her shoes made little clicking sounds on the floor with every step. We got to a point where our noses were almost touching.

'Lindsay,' I said again.

'Minho,' she murmured.

Then I pulled her towards me and before I knew what was happening, we were kissing. I was only vaguely aware of the fact that we were in a public hospital waiting room. After too short a time she pulled away from me.

'We shouldn't be doing this here,' she said softly.

'Mmmkay,' I agreed.

We were getting a few odd stares from people, but I didn't really care. We went and sat down in two chairs right in the corner of the room.

'H-how have you been?' Lindsay stammered.