Andrew walked over to the mailbox and slipped his hand inside it. He pulled a large manila envelope. He walked inside and sat down to uncover what was in the envelope.
"Drew, is that you?" Stacy asked from upstairs.
"Yes. Dear" he replied as he opened the envelope. A letter fell out. He opened it and began to read. "To whom it may concern, this letter is referring to the last will and testament of my grandmother, Mrs. Barbara Jean Smith. Apparently, 7 months ago, my grandmother met a man in the Emergency Room of The Miriam Hospital of Rhode Island. For many months, all she could talk about was a man known as Andrew Martin, who she had helped keep calm following an on-the-job accident, concerning his girlfriend, known only to her as Stacy. She would say constantly how having to keep him calm helped her keep calm, concerning the condition of her two month great-granddaughter, Kaylin. I regret to inform you that last month, Mrs. Smith died after a heart attack. An extensive Internet search turned you up. If you are not the Andrew Martin in question, I apologize. Keep what is enclosed for I have no more leads. If you are the Andrew Martin in question, my grandmother always talked highly of you. Enclosed is a copy of her wil and last testament she left you something very dear. My aunts and uncle are upset that it was left to a stranger that she met once. Do not feel bad, if Grandma felt you deserved it, then, you did. She had an excellent judge of character. Grandma always said she wished I could meet you. She also always said that she wished she could meet you again under better circumstances. As Grandma Jean always said, if it was meant to be, then, it was meant to be. I was wondering; could we get together some time? I'm dying to meet the man Grandma talked so much about. You can reach me at (203) 852- 9852 Sincerely, Keely Ann Robbins" he read. He reached into the envelope and pulled out another envelope and a sheet of paper.
"Dear Andrew, I know we've only met once but I should tell you how much good you did for me that night. I was so worried about my Great-granddaughter until you showed up. I love meeting people. Helping you stay calm took my mind off Kaylin completely. In fact, 5 minutes later, I got the update that she was all right! I hope to mail this to you before I pass. If I don't, I just want you to know how much I cared for your company that one night. Your friend, Jean" he read. He reached into the envelope and pulled out a third envelope. He opened it to reveal a safe deposit box key and a pair of earrings. "Mr. Martin, open Safe deposit box 252 in Fleet Bank on Greenwich Ave" he read.
Stacy appeared with her hands around her round belly. "Drew, what have you been up to?" she asked as she sat down next to him.
"When we first found out about our baby, I was stuck in the waiting room for three hours. I met an elderly woman named Jean Smith. I was so worried about you. She passed away last month and left me something dear. That's how her granddaughter put it. I've got the key to her safe deposit box and a pair of earrings. I have no idea what that thing is in the box." Andrew told her. Stacy looked at her belly.
"Drew, you know how we've been struggling for a name for our princess?" she asked.
"Yes, I know. We can't agree on anything," he said. She laughed.
"Well, I've been doing some research. What about Aurora? I choose her first name and you choose her middle name. I get my nickname, Rory" Stacy replied.
"Aurora Jean Martin, it sounds perfect. Speaking of which, how is little Aurora?" Andrew asked. Stacy laughed.
"Why don't you feel for yourself?" she asked. He set his hand on the side of her belly.
"That's my girl," he said as he felt the baby kick. Stacy closed her eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I swear you're worse than my mother! She calls me five times a day, with new advice. Don't do this, and don't do that, be sure to do this, make sure not to do that. I'm trying to rest momentarily before your daughter starts up again!" she exclaimed. Andrew looked at her.
"I know your mother is driving you a little crazy but that's her job. Years from now, when Aurora's pregnant with her first, you'll be the same way" Andrew said. Stacy looked at him.
"Make it 35" she said with a smile.
"Feeling like she's on her way?" Andrew asked. Stacy also happened to be due any day.
"No, she's just been very active" Stacy said. She looked at her watch. She closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath.
"Contraction?" he asked.
"Yes, Braxton-Hicks" she said.
"That's a good thing. I've read that numerous Braxton-Hicks contractions are a sign that labor is not far," he said. Stacy looked at him.
"You are worse than me! I've been anxious for her to arrive for the last two weeks." Stacy commented. Andrew went red.
Later that night… Stacy checked her watch again. All night, she had been checking her watch at regular intervals.
"Drew, grab the bags" she said calmly. He looked at her.
"It's time?" he asked. She looked at him.
No, I want to make sure we have them!" she replied sarcastically, "Yes, it's time!"
"Ok, um, let's go!" he exclaimed as he grabbed three duffel bags. Stacy had to laugh. She had been having contractions for over an hour and the poor man was still more nervous than her!
He pulled out of the driveway, leaving Stacy in tears from all the laughing. In his rush to leave, he had left her standing out on the front lawn. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Andrew's number.
"Um, Drew? I think you forgot something!" she exclaimed. She heard him curse. Moments later, he reappeared, looking incredibly embarrassed.
"Uh, sorry" he replied. She looked at him.
"Think nothing of it. When Mom was pregnant with me, Dad forgot her and didn't realize she was missing until he got to the hospital" Stacy said as she slid into the car. She buckled her seatbelt.
"You locked the door, didn't you?" he asked.
"Yes, Drew, relax, I've got hours before Rory arrives" she replied. "Did you call the doctor?"
"No, I forgot." he admitted. He was a nervous wreck.
"I'll do it" she replied as she picked up her cell phone.
Thirty minutes later… Delaney, a nurse looked at Stacy.
"You are only three centimeters dilated and the baby is fine. You have a choice, go home until your contractions are more intense or stay here for the time, walking around" Delaney said.
"My boyfriend nearly forgot me the first time so I think I'll stay." Stacy concluded.
"Right this way" Delaney said. "Just to let you know, hospital policy that we put a I.V in, to administer fluids. All it is Saline." she explained.
Three hours later… Stacy looked at Andrew and sighed. Three hours had passed and she had only dilated a centimeter. Her contractions were definitely more intense; yet, she still refused to acknowledge the pain.
"Did I tell you that the first-time mom's labor often lasts 20-30 hours?" Andrew asked. Stacy looked at him.
"Drew, don't help me!" she exclaimed in the middle of an extremely painful contraction.
"Sorry" he said as he opened a granola bar. She picked up her CD player and listened to the CD for a little while.
Twelve hours later… Stacy looked at the monitor. She was entering her 17th hour of labor. She was also only seven centimeters dilated. That was as Andrew had told her, perfectly normal for her first baby.
Much to Andrew's dismay in her 14th hour, she had asked for an epidural. After much arguing, it was decided that once the epidural wore off, she would go naturally from there.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Great, I can't feel anything below my waist" she replied.
"How's Aurora?" he asked.
"135 beats per minute" she replied, looking at the monitor.
A nurse walked in.
"Hi, Stacy, my name is Kara, I will be your nurse for the next six hours. Ready for vitals and dilation to be checked?" she asked.
"Do I have a choice?" she asked, annoyed at the nurse's perkiness. She couldn't believe anyone could be that perky at 3:30 in the morning.
"Stick this in your mouth" Kara said as she handed her a thermometer. Stacy did as she was told. "Guess what, you're 10 centimeters!" she exclaimed. Stacy took the thermometer out of her mouth.
"Yippee" she muttered sarcastically.
At the moment she was told she was ten centimeters, the epidural just happened to wear off. The pain was excruciating.
"Relax, breathe," Andrew whispered. Stacy looked at him.
"Andrew, if you want to survive the night, you will not tell me to relax again!" she screamed. Her obstetrician, Judith Lasney walked in.
"Ok, Stacy, relax and when I tell you to, push" Dr. Lasney said. She nodded. "Push, 12345678 and breathe" Stacy grasped Andrew's hand and pushed with all her might. "Good, push, 12345678 and breathe. You're doing great! Push, 12345678 and breathe. One more push should do it, you're crowning! And, push, 12345678 and breathe. Congratulations, it's a girl" Dr. Lasney told the happy couple.
Thirty minutes later… Stacy looked at the baby in her arms.
"Hi, Aurora" she whispered. "Drew, what's her middle name?" she asked.
"Jean, after a friend, Aurora Jean Martin" he said. Stacy yawned.
"Isn't she beautiful?" she asked. Andrew nodded.
"Let me hold her" he said. Stacy handed him the baby. He took it while treating it like a piece of fine china. He looked over at Stacy and noticed she was sound asleep.
"Well, AJ, that's your mommy. Isn't she pretty? You've been welcomed to this world with open arms. Mommy says she has one song to describe her feelings for me. That's "Angel of Mine" Looking at you, the lyrics come to mind," he told the baby. " When I first saw you I already knew there was something inside of you something I thought that I would never find Angel of mine" he sang, his eyes never leaving his daughter.
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