1/18/2015
"She's awake, Mr. Fenton, you may go in now."
"Thanks, Dr. Foster." I said. "Oh, by the way, what was the time of birth?"
"3:18 AM."
As I went in, I heard the soft, stable "Beep, beep, beep" of the EKG machine which meant that her heart rate was normal. There she was, as beautiful as ever. In her arms was a little bundle that was our son. I still couldn't believe we were parents.
"Hey, Sam."
"Hey." She said, weakly.
"How's he doing?" I asked as I sat down on the bed next to her, caressing her head.
"He's doing fine. Wanna hold him?"
"Sure." I said as I took our child in my arms. "Hey there, little guy. I'm your daddy."
"You know, we still haven't named him."
"You go first."
"Daniel, after his father."
"Daniel James?"
"Done."
"I'll be right back; I've got some calls to make."