DISCLAIMER: I don't own the character of Jack O'Neill. I worte this for my english class so... That's all on with the story.
Wearing a sober look on his face he paced up and down th elong hallway. He impatiently walked down to one end of hallway and back up to the other end stopping only to for a second to check the wall clock. Pacing, stopping, pacing. This was seemingly endless. His mind was filled with worries galore. Some thing could go wrong with the delivery. Colonel Jack O'Neill was a military man and could handle any military operation with ease but when it came to handling the fact that his wife was in labor was about to have their frist child he was a another civilian.
The door on the other end opened and the doctor came out. With out saying a word he scanned the room when he saw the colonel he beckoned him in. O'Neill rushed to the doctor.
"What is it? Is everything ok? What happened? " The questions poured out of his mouth before he saw that the doctor was smiling.
"Everything is fine. It's all over, you can go in and see them," The doctor confirmed with his words the meaning of the smile.
Letting out a involuntary sigh of relief, O'Neill thanked the doctor. Knowing that his wife is fine mitigated the worries he had tried to interre inside himself.
He entered the room his wife was in to see her holding their new born baby.
"Jack some over here." She said in the soft voice of a contented mother. When he was beside her she handed him his son , " Say hello to your son."
"A boy." Was all he could say to that. As he held his son and looked upon his face a feeling of unconditional love that knew no boundaries filled a vacant spot that he wasn't aware of until just that moment.
Looking down at this small child his worries resumed. Things seemed to grow more complicated in his mind. The child was so small and fragile and most things are hostile to small things.
Looking down into the face of the little baby Jack O'Neill realized what a novice at all this he was, but he would not shrink. He would be strong for his son. This world was not perfect but it would suffice.
His son reached out and grabbed his hand. " He has a strong grip. For a baby that is."
"I know," His wife concurred, as she leaned back to rest watching the two of them with a smile on her face. " He looks like you too."
Jack O'Neill smiled genuinely happy with life. The gift of life may not be a rarity but it was the original miracle and he would do anything to protect this miracle handed to him.
Well what you think please review. ^_^ That's all for now.
Wearing a sober look on his face he paced up and down th elong hallway. He impatiently walked down to one end of hallway and back up to the other end stopping only to for a second to check the wall clock. Pacing, stopping, pacing. This was seemingly endless. His mind was filled with worries galore. Some thing could go wrong with the delivery. Colonel Jack O'Neill was a military man and could handle any military operation with ease but when it came to handling the fact that his wife was in labor was about to have their frist child he was a another civilian.
The door on the other end opened and the doctor came out. With out saying a word he scanned the room when he saw the colonel he beckoned him in. O'Neill rushed to the doctor.
"What is it? Is everything ok? What happened? " The questions poured out of his mouth before he saw that the doctor was smiling.
"Everything is fine. It's all over, you can go in and see them," The doctor confirmed with his words the meaning of the smile.
Letting out a involuntary sigh of relief, O'Neill thanked the doctor. Knowing that his wife is fine mitigated the worries he had tried to interre inside himself.
He entered the room his wife was in to see her holding their new born baby.
"Jack some over here." She said in the soft voice of a contented mother. When he was beside her she handed him his son , " Say hello to your son."
"A boy." Was all he could say to that. As he held his son and looked upon his face a feeling of unconditional love that knew no boundaries filled a vacant spot that he wasn't aware of until just that moment.
Looking down at this small child his worries resumed. Things seemed to grow more complicated in his mind. The child was so small and fragile and most things are hostile to small things.
Looking down into the face of the little baby Jack O'Neill realized what a novice at all this he was, but he would not shrink. He would be strong for his son. This world was not perfect but it would suffice.
His son reached out and grabbed his hand. " He has a strong grip. For a baby that is."
"I know," His wife concurred, as she leaned back to rest watching the two of them with a smile on her face. " He looks like you too."
Jack O'Neill smiled genuinely happy with life. The gift of life may not be a rarity but it was the original miracle and he would do anything to protect this miracle handed to him.
Well what you think please review. ^_^ That's all for now.