21st March 2013 Thursday

Day 80

Disclaimer:Every time I hear this word outside of fanfiction, I laugh.

Dex could feel the sweat drops pour down his forehead like rain. He knew it was only a matter of time before he met the one person he had loved nine months prior to this moment.

"Are you ready, son?" the leader had almost forgotten his father, who still had his arm wrapped around him in a hug. "I think they're just about ready."

The MRI shaped machine is built so that the exit opening is found in the next room to the hospital. The mother, after delivering her offspring, lies in wait on the conveyor belt she came in on as doctors restore her to her original state before the baby was born and simultaneously clean the child.

Dex and Winston left the empty room and adjourned to the corridor. They were flooded by their team.

"What's going on?" Lenny the ladybug questioned first. Everyone didn't argue with him because that question was on their minds too.

"We just wait for the nurse to come and call us," Dex spoke softly. His head hung down slightly; his eyes didn't have their usual sparkle. He looked almost...sad. "Shouldn't be long now-"

"Mr Hamilton?" a nurse dressed head to toe in scrubs came out of the adjacent door. The entire crew stood forward and listened expectantly for the news. "Would you like to meet your son?"

He released a slight gasp; the words had never sounded so real to him. With a reassuring pat on his back from his father, Dex made his way towards the door, following the nurse inside. Before he entered, he took one last look at his team. Comforting smiles, a thumbs-up here and there and a few gestures of 'go' flooded his view before he smiled broadly and closed the door behind him. Everyone looked around at each other, releasing their own sighs of relief.

Dex couldn't believe his eyes as he entered the room. Doctors and nurses were moving all around, some entering and exiting the room after him, but all looked calm and without fear. Putting his nerves to rest, the entomologist walked over to the exit of the machine where he saw his wife seated.

"Who do we have here?" he whispered, taking the seat next to Jane. A large bundle of blankets was cradled in her arms and her face held the biggest smile.

"It's our son," she replied in an exhausted whisper. With one swift movement, she moved the blankets out of the way of the baby's face, giving Dex the perfect view to his child.

"Hey there little one," he whispered just as quietly. The baby in question nuzzled closer to his mother, his tiny arms stretching out. Dex held out a shaking hand before gently allowing the baby's fingers to curl around his index finger.

"He's perfect," he choked in a slight sob. Jane simply nodded in reply as she placed a kiss on the baby's forehead.

"Ten little fingers, ten little toes; two sparkling eyes and one button nose," she recited, just as the newborn scrunched up his nose. "Why don't you hold him?"

She offered up the blanket bound bub to the new father; the man taking it cautiously in to his grip.

He placed a delicate hand on the baby's head, tasseling the tiny amount of light coloured hair sitting atop it.

"He's got your cheeks," he chuckled slightly, beginning to sway the baby in his grip. Jane smirked at the thought.

"Well it looks like he's got your nose," she replied, scrunching up her nose in a cute way. Dex couldn't help himself; he leaned forward and kissed Jane softly, forgetting about all the other people in the room. The clearing of someone's throat brought their attention back to the doctors.

"He looks just like you," a nurse holding a clipboard spoke up. After happily nodding in response, the new parents waited eagerly for what she had to say.

"Everything about your son looks fine; no future risks of cancer or heart disease, an energetic persona with an interest in sports, and according to your documents, this child will have a love of all things insects," the couple never looked more overjoyed.

"That's incredible," Dex replied as he handed his son back to his wife. "Thank you so much for everything."

"It's my job," commented the nurse as she helped Jane position the baby correctly in her arms. "Now I'm just going to need a name."

And you can wait for tomorrow's chapter for that. I don't have my plan here with me so I'm not sure what I'm up to, but this sounds good. R&R!