Chapter 12
Story by ME! Princess Nikki
A/N I'm so sorry this has been so long.wow almost 6 months.
Completely lost track of the story, AP American history bites. Junior year
is hard. What can I say I'm an eternal child.
Rafe paced the length of the white waiting room. He was tense and nervous, you could see it in his eyes. His best friend Danny Walker sat on a chair yawning and flipping through a magazine. It was late, after midnight and they had been at the hospital since eight that evening.
"How long does it take to have on baby?!" Rafe asked frustrated.
"It takes time Rafe, you've gotta be patient, I remember when Ev had Gracie it took her, well it wasn't that long, but it sure felt like years."
Rafe's father looked at him with a respectful gaze, his son had grown up very well, and he was proud of him.
**************************************************************************** ******** Two hours later
Rafe was stretched out on the tiny sofa in the waiting room, Danny on the opposite sofa.
"Mr. McCawley. sir?"
"Yeah?" Rafe said sleepily.
"Your wife is in her room with your daughter, if you'd like to see them?"
"Oh of course!" **************************************************************************** ********
Rafe entered the white room quietly, "Ella must be exhausted," he thought.
She was lying against the white pillow her golden hair pulled back from her face and damp. In her arms was a tiny pink bundle.
He reached out and stroked her soft cheek. His daughter. His very own.
Ella awoke sensing someone's presence.
"Hi Rafe."
"Hey there beautiful," was his reply. "Isn't she perfect?" Ella questioned.
Rafe sat on the edge of the bed and pulled back the pink blanket that bundled the baby. "Yep. Ten fingers, and ten toes, I would say she's perfect."
Ella laughed a little and sat up, she handed the baby to Rafe who seemed a little unsure of her action, and she lay back down.
"What are we going to name her?" Rafe asked.
"I don't know, any suggestions?"
"Hmm. I was always fond of Mildred or Harriet." Rafe said a teasing quality in his voice.
Ella's face was pure shock. "Um yeah they're nice. I was thinking of maybe something not so. traditional."
Rafe laughed, his wife was so kind, she truly thought he meant that, "Well whatever we call her she's the best Christmas present I ever got, even if she came the day before Christmas Eve."
"Okay well I'm going to go home and you Mrs. McCawley need to go to sleep. Dr. Rafe's orders."
She laughed sweetly and gave Rafe instructions to give the baby to the nurse to take to the nursery. **************************************************************************** ********
A small crowd gathered outside the nursery window. "But Mommy I wanna see her. she's my cousin." Danny whined. Children were forbidden from going any farther then the nursery window.
Mr. and Mrs. McCawley had flown in for Christmas, and were so excited that their son's child had been born, although early, but while they were there.
Olivia Cecilia McCawley entered the world on December 23, 1945, one full month ahead of schedule. After discarding the names of Harriet and Mildred Rafe and Ella decided on Olivia Cecilia, a perfect name for their Christmas angel. **************************************************************************** ********
Other then the usual presents given on Christmas morning and the usual excitement the family has, Christmas of 1945 was extra special. Ella would be arriving home on Christmas day bring she and Rafe's ultimate Christmas surprise. **************************************************************************** ********
"BEEP BEEP BEEP" Rafe's persistent blowing of the car horn that Christmas morning surely awoke the neighbors. Ella laughed as she looked down at her new baby with loving eyes. Before they even pulled in the circular driveway Rafe's parents had gone out to the porch, in their pajamas.
Rafe parked, helped Ella out and carried the tiny infant up the stairs of the house. Ella, who was visibly exhausted, was greeted with a tender hug by Ruth. "Ella honey, you go right up to bed, don't worry about anything I can take care of it all." And Ella did just that.
Rafe paced the length of the white waiting room. He was tense and nervous, you could see it in his eyes. His best friend Danny Walker sat on a chair yawning and flipping through a magazine. It was late, after midnight and they had been at the hospital since eight that evening.
"How long does it take to have on baby?!" Rafe asked frustrated.
"It takes time Rafe, you've gotta be patient, I remember when Ev had Gracie it took her, well it wasn't that long, but it sure felt like years."
Rafe's father looked at him with a respectful gaze, his son had grown up very well, and he was proud of him.
**************************************************************************** ******** Two hours later
Rafe was stretched out on the tiny sofa in the waiting room, Danny on the opposite sofa.
"Mr. McCawley. sir?"
"Yeah?" Rafe said sleepily.
"Your wife is in her room with your daughter, if you'd like to see them?"
"Oh of course!" **************************************************************************** ********
Rafe entered the white room quietly, "Ella must be exhausted," he thought.
She was lying against the white pillow her golden hair pulled back from her face and damp. In her arms was a tiny pink bundle.
He reached out and stroked her soft cheek. His daughter. His very own.
Ella awoke sensing someone's presence.
"Hi Rafe."
"Hey there beautiful," was his reply. "Isn't she perfect?" Ella questioned.
Rafe sat on the edge of the bed and pulled back the pink blanket that bundled the baby. "Yep. Ten fingers, and ten toes, I would say she's perfect."
Ella laughed a little and sat up, she handed the baby to Rafe who seemed a little unsure of her action, and she lay back down.
"What are we going to name her?" Rafe asked.
"I don't know, any suggestions?"
"Hmm. I was always fond of Mildred or Harriet." Rafe said a teasing quality in his voice.
Ella's face was pure shock. "Um yeah they're nice. I was thinking of maybe something not so. traditional."
Rafe laughed, his wife was so kind, she truly thought he meant that, "Well whatever we call her she's the best Christmas present I ever got, even if she came the day before Christmas Eve."
"Okay well I'm going to go home and you Mrs. McCawley need to go to sleep. Dr. Rafe's orders."
She laughed sweetly and gave Rafe instructions to give the baby to the nurse to take to the nursery. **************************************************************************** ********
A small crowd gathered outside the nursery window. "But Mommy I wanna see her. she's my cousin." Danny whined. Children were forbidden from going any farther then the nursery window.
Mr. and Mrs. McCawley had flown in for Christmas, and were so excited that their son's child had been born, although early, but while they were there.
Olivia Cecilia McCawley entered the world on December 23, 1945, one full month ahead of schedule. After discarding the names of Harriet and Mildred Rafe and Ella decided on Olivia Cecilia, a perfect name for their Christmas angel. **************************************************************************** ********
Other then the usual presents given on Christmas morning and the usual excitement the family has, Christmas of 1945 was extra special. Ella would be arriving home on Christmas day bring she and Rafe's ultimate Christmas surprise. **************************************************************************** ********
"BEEP BEEP BEEP" Rafe's persistent blowing of the car horn that Christmas morning surely awoke the neighbors. Ella laughed as she looked down at her new baby with loving eyes. Before they even pulled in the circular driveway Rafe's parents had gone out to the porch, in their pajamas.
Rafe parked, helped Ella out and carried the tiny infant up the stairs of the house. Ella, who was visibly exhausted, was greeted with a tender hug by Ruth. "Ella honey, you go right up to bed, don't worry about anything I can take care of it all." And Ella did just that.