I wanted to cry, or maybe to hurt somebody. I was convinced that I was feeling actual pain, even though I knew it wasn't really possible.
Claire was in labor, and I was anxious to be a father, but I couldn't bear the pain she was going through. I honestly would have taken her place if I could. She screamed loudly as the doctor told her to push, and I held her hand and pushed the hair out of her face.
And then it was over. I heard my son cry, and the tears started pouring down my face. Thank goodness none of the guys were there, I would never hear the end of it. I leaned over and kissed my wife, who was covered in a sheen of sweat, but she was smiling and crying tears of joy.
"Meet your son, Mr. and Mrs. Ateara, " said the doctor, placing the tiny, squirming bundle into Claire's arms. I sat next to her on the bed, putting my arm around her as we both looked down at our son. I had a son. I was a father!
I leaned closer to him, and kissed his forehead lightly. I could have sworn I saw him smile back at me.
Author's Note: I know this chapter was short, sorry! Also, I apologize if you felt like you missed out on stuff! I wasn't intending for this to be a real story, more of a few snapshots from different important parts in their lives. Maybe I'll go back and add things in later.