Roy's POV

I collected myself and look up at the clock. It's now midnight. I hate this useless feeling. I hate feeling useless to Ava. I thought about the bag, I left in my car. I decided to quickly go get it to help burn some time up. After I got it, I walked all the way back towards the waiting room. I look back up at the clock. It's twelve fifteen. It felt like time was going so slow. I decided to call my aunt, she told me she wanted to be here when Ava was giving birth. I called her up at the nearby pay phone.

"Hello?" My aunt said exausted.

"Hi, Aunt Chris, Ava is giving birth now at the hospital-

click

That's my Aunt Chris. In any emergency or something of great interest she hangs up and gets to her destination fast. She even hung up on my principal in elementary school when I got in trouble with another kid in a fight. I was beat up badly. I was a tiny kid growing up and this kid was held back twice. My Aunt Chris got in this big kid's face and told him off and she whispered something in his ear and he started crying. He never bothered me again. But after that incident, she made me work out with weights with one of her guy friends. She also had the girls working at the bar teach me about dating along with her guy friends. She told Ava this story and she smiled at me. Her first genuine smile ever since she found out she was pregnant.

I paced the room waiting for my Aunt Chris to just come though the doors.

"Where's the baby!" Aunt Chris shouted as she stormed though the doors.

"Not born yet" I said flatly.

"Well look at you, a grown man going to be a father. No longer that skinny little boy with scraped knees and didn't know how to throw a punch."

"That's slightly unfair, that kid was bigger and older then me. I was a seven years old who just liked to play tag and marbles."

She let out a laugh. "I suppose Roy. You look awfully like your father, only you have your mother's eyes. I'm excited to see my grandchild! Well technically great nephew...I'm too old."

"I bet you'll be around to tell my son or daughter how babies are born or how to make a cocktail at ten"

"You will allow me to do that!"

"Of course not,"

"Pity. That would have been a lot of fun." Aunt Chris looked up at the clock. "Oh my ten till one. Looks like this kid will be an all nighter"

"You don't say?"

"Sorry Roy-boy we'll wait together. Shouldn't you get her brother over here?"

"Yes I'll go get him," I sigh heavily as I head back to the pay phone.