I'd like to thank Capra124 for helping me come up with ideas for this
chapter. This may be the last chapter of this fic.
Chapter 5 Race
"Estella? I'm home." I called as I walked in the door of our New York City apartment.
There was no answer. Then I remembered she had an appointment with her doctor this afternoon.
I headed for the kitchen to plan something for dinner, when I heard the door open.
"I was really hoping to get home before you, Race." Her voice came from behind me. I spun around and kissed her.
"Sorry to disappoint you, love. How'd it go?" I asked.
"Great. I found out what was 'wrong'." She smiled. She then tossed me the shopping bag she had in her hands. "Look in there." She commanded.
I opened the bag and look at what was inside and stared at her. Inside were baby clothes.
"You're kidding?" I asked her. She shook her head
"I'm pregnant!" she cried. Instantly, I had her in my arms and was kissing her.
"Wow! A baby? When?" I asked.
"August 29th, or around that time."
"I love you," I said.
"I love you, too," she said. I reached over and put my hand on her stomach.
Eight months later.
I received the call at work. Estella had gone into labor. I got to the hospital as soon as I could. I waited in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity. Finally a nurse walked over to me.
"Mr. Bannon?" She called softly
"Yeah?" I was nervous about what she was about to say.
"Mother and daughter are just fine. They're in room 102."
I breathed a huge sigh of relief and thanked the nurse and headed down the hall.
I knocked softly on the door and opened it.
There, lying on the bed, was my wife, in her arms was our little baby.
"Hey." Estella greeted me weakly.
"Hey how are you?" I sat next to her on the bed.
"Tired, but fine." She leaned over and kissed me. "This is our daughter, Jessica."
"She's beautiful. Can I hold her?"
"Sure, Daddy," Estella teased as she handed me our daughter.
I gazed down at her. She had red hair, like Estella, and green eyes. I bent over and kissed her on the forehead. "My little Jessie." I whispered to her. "My little Ponchita."
Chapter 5 Race
"Estella? I'm home." I called as I walked in the door of our New York City apartment.
There was no answer. Then I remembered she had an appointment with her doctor this afternoon.
I headed for the kitchen to plan something for dinner, when I heard the door open.
"I was really hoping to get home before you, Race." Her voice came from behind me. I spun around and kissed her.
"Sorry to disappoint you, love. How'd it go?" I asked.
"Great. I found out what was 'wrong'." She smiled. She then tossed me the shopping bag she had in her hands. "Look in there." She commanded.
I opened the bag and look at what was inside and stared at her. Inside were baby clothes.
"You're kidding?" I asked her. She shook her head
"I'm pregnant!" she cried. Instantly, I had her in my arms and was kissing her.
"Wow! A baby? When?" I asked.
"August 29th, or around that time."
"I love you," I said.
"I love you, too," she said. I reached over and put my hand on her stomach.
Eight months later.
I received the call at work. Estella had gone into labor. I got to the hospital as soon as I could. I waited in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity. Finally a nurse walked over to me.
"Mr. Bannon?" She called softly
"Yeah?" I was nervous about what she was about to say.
"Mother and daughter are just fine. They're in room 102."
I breathed a huge sigh of relief and thanked the nurse and headed down the hall.
I knocked softly on the door and opened it.
There, lying on the bed, was my wife, in her arms was our little baby.
"Hey." Estella greeted me weakly.
"Hey how are you?" I sat next to her on the bed.
"Tired, but fine." She leaned over and kissed me. "This is our daughter, Jessica."
"She's beautiful. Can I hold her?"
"Sure, Daddy," Estella teased as she handed me our daughter.
I gazed down at her. She had red hair, like Estella, and green eyes. I bent over and kissed her on the forehead. "My little Jessie." I whispered to her. "My little Ponchita."