New Jersey (11:50pm, May 14, 2015)
Camden Memorial Hospital
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." Max paced back and fourth, repeating those same words over and over again, like a mantra. He reached up to his head and ran both of his shaking hands through his un-brushed extremely untidy hair. He could hear Liz's screams of pain penetrating through the thick walls behind him. He knew he should be in there with her, holding her tender hand and helping her through the pain, but moments before Liz had yelled at him and told him to leave. As he left the room though, an understanding nurse whispered in his ear that it was only the hormones talking and Liz would call for him in time. A part of Max felt scared, he hadn't had the opportunity to go through all this with Zan, and now when Liz needed him the most, he had know idea as to what was supposed to do. Another part of him however was giddy and ecstatic. In a few hours he would be holding two most precious people, people that meant everything to him, in his arms, and he would never have to let them go. He only wished that Michael, Isabel, Maria and Kyle could be here with them, but deep down knew that that was impossible. He had no way of contacting them.
"MAX EVANS!!!" Liz screamed at him between breaths, "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!!!!" Max jumped up at the sudden sound of his name, almost hitting his head against the wall. He rushed across the very slippery, polished hospital floor and shoved open the doors and ran over to Liz. He grabbed her hand and held it tight. "It's almost over Liz," Max heard one of the nurses reassuring her, "Just one more push." "It's ok Liz, you can do it. I know you can." Max looked into her tear stained eyes, then he placed a gentle kiss on her sweaty forehead. Max watched as she took a deep breath and then let it all go.
Moments later the room was enveloped in the comforting cry of a newborn baby that had just entered the world. "Congratulations Mr and Mrs Evans, it's a boy." The doctor handed Liz a tiny bundle wrapped in a small blue towel. The baby was conveniently bawling his eyes out. Liz started to cry again but it was soon replaced with a large sigh of relief and a smile upon her face. Max reached over to his son and stroked his forehead gently, "Hey little guy." He whispered in disbelief "I'm your daddy..." A moment of silence echoed throughout the hospital room, as the pair jus stared at the child. "Max, look what we made." Liz murmured to Max some minutes later, without letting her eyes wander from the sight of her newborn. "I know.he's beautiful.just like his Mummy." Max replied. Liz slowly turned her attention to Max. "You choose a name." Liz said softly. "What?" Max replied confused. "I want you to name him Max." A wide grin spread over Max's previously stressed face after he had properly registered what Liz had just said. He looked back down at his son, who had momentarily stoped howling and said, "Hello.Zac."
Camden Memorial Hospital
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." Max paced back and fourth, repeating those same words over and over again, like a mantra. He reached up to his head and ran both of his shaking hands through his un-brushed extremely untidy hair. He could hear Liz's screams of pain penetrating through the thick walls behind him. He knew he should be in there with her, holding her tender hand and helping her through the pain, but moments before Liz had yelled at him and told him to leave. As he left the room though, an understanding nurse whispered in his ear that it was only the hormones talking and Liz would call for him in time. A part of Max felt scared, he hadn't had the opportunity to go through all this with Zan, and now when Liz needed him the most, he had know idea as to what was supposed to do. Another part of him however was giddy and ecstatic. In a few hours he would be holding two most precious people, people that meant everything to him, in his arms, and he would never have to let them go. He only wished that Michael, Isabel, Maria and Kyle could be here with them, but deep down knew that that was impossible. He had no way of contacting them.
"MAX EVANS!!!" Liz screamed at him between breaths, "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!!!!" Max jumped up at the sudden sound of his name, almost hitting his head against the wall. He rushed across the very slippery, polished hospital floor and shoved open the doors and ran over to Liz. He grabbed her hand and held it tight. "It's almost over Liz," Max heard one of the nurses reassuring her, "Just one more push." "It's ok Liz, you can do it. I know you can." Max looked into her tear stained eyes, then he placed a gentle kiss on her sweaty forehead. Max watched as she took a deep breath and then let it all go.
Moments later the room was enveloped in the comforting cry of a newborn baby that had just entered the world. "Congratulations Mr and Mrs Evans, it's a boy." The doctor handed Liz a tiny bundle wrapped in a small blue towel. The baby was conveniently bawling his eyes out. Liz started to cry again but it was soon replaced with a large sigh of relief and a smile upon her face. Max reached over to his son and stroked his forehead gently, "Hey little guy." He whispered in disbelief "I'm your daddy..." A moment of silence echoed throughout the hospital room, as the pair jus stared at the child. "Max, look what we made." Liz murmured to Max some minutes later, without letting her eyes wander from the sight of her newborn. "I know.he's beautiful.just like his Mummy." Max replied. Liz slowly turned her attention to Max. "You choose a name." Liz said softly. "What?" Max replied confused. "I want you to name him Max." A wide grin spread over Max's previously stressed face after he had properly registered what Liz had just said. He looked back down at his son, who had momentarily stoped howling and said, "Hello.Zac."