Tedros sat by Agatha as she lay on the medical bed. They both were in the ward for quite a while now, waiting for news from the doctor.
"Agatha don't cry." Tedros sighed, caressing her fingers. Agatha used her other hand to wipe away her tears, sniffling. "I just want to see her."
Tedros sighed. "I know you do. I do, too." He leaned forward, placing a kiss on her cheek which was stained with salty tears.
They sat in silents for a while, enjoying the company of each other.
"Tedros, I'm scared." She blurted out. Tedros frowned. Never in the time they knew each other had Agatha ever muttered those words to him.
He didn't know what to say. He couldn't lie, he was scared too. "She'll be alright." He sighed, caressing her cheeks.
"What if she never comes back?" She asked, releasing tears again. "Agatha, she's just underweight. That's normal, you were underweight too."
Agatha stared at him, a hint of hope in her eyes. "I just want to hold her." Tedros smiled weakly at her. "And you will."
They watched as the doctor came in, ready to give them the news they were waiting for.
"Doctor!" Tedros got up, clasping Dr. Drews' hand in his. "King Tedros." The doctor greeted. "How is she doing?" He asked.
He sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Not so well, actually."
Tedros gaped, sighing. "Why-um, what's the problem?" He asked Dr. Drew. "She needs a lot of nutrients. What kinds of things did you eat whilst pregnant?"
Agatha sighed, sitting up. "Uh, I don't know. I just ate when I wanted too."
Tedros spoke up. "She ate a lot of take out and fruit." Dr. Drew nodded. "Any vegetables or milk?"
Agatha shook her head. "Not on its own, no. Like, I ate carrot cake and chocolate milk...or tea."
Dr. Drew opened his mouth to speak. "She will get better in the incubator, but that will take up to at least five days to a week."
"A week!?" Tedros exclaimed, unable to turn back and stare at his wife. "Up to a week, maybe less." Dr. Drew breathed out.
"I'll give you a minute and fill out some forms. I'll be back soon."
He walked out, leaving the two worried and dumb-struck. Tedros turned around, staring at Agatha who was already bawling her eyes out.
"I want my baby." She cried, unable to breathe properly. Tedros wrapped his arms around her, listening to her cry.
"Agatha, please stop crying. It won't help any of us." She sniffled, listening to his words. "I just- the first thing a mother should do when she sees her child is hold her. I haven't held her, I haven't even seen what she looks like."
Tedros sighed, thinking about his daughter. "She's beautiful. So cute and tiny." Agatha stiffened. "You've seen her?"
Tedros shook his head. "No, but we can always imagine." This made Agatha smile.
"Maybe she has blue eyes." Agatha thought out loud, causing him to smile. "And blonde hair." He commented back.
Agatha shook her head. "She has to look like me too. Maybe she has brown eyes instead."
"Maybe...maybe she has black hair, like yours instead." Tedros chuckled, fiddling with it. "Maybe."
"We're here!" Tedros exclaimed quietly, holding his child in the baby carrier.
He had decided to take his new daughter to a condo near the hospital, where Agatha was staying so they'd be able to see her easily everyday.
She still hadn't seen her yet and it had been just about more than a week since the little girl was born. Approximately eight days.
Tedros sat the child carrier on the sofa as he sat down next to her. He watched as her eyes fluttered open. She took his index finger, holding it next to her mouth.
"You like fingers, don't you?" Tedros chuckled, gently pulling his finger away. "But fingers are dirty, so you have to stop."
He liked talking to her. He felt as if she was actually listen, even though she couldn't make out what he was saying. She still loved his voice though. Her eyes were always wife open when he spoke.
"We're going to visit mum, today. Fun, huh?" Tedros chuckled, watching her play with her fingers again. She ended up stuffing her whole hand inside her tiny mouth.
Tedros gently pulled it out. "You're going to be a tricky one, aren't you?" He chuckled.
He watched as her foot randomly shot in the air, hitting his chin. He laughed, kissing her foot.
"You're so cute." He listened to her gurgle quietly.
Tedros wouldn't let anyone see her until Agatha did. She was dying just to hold her and see her face. Everyday she'd think of what her daughter looked like and how her new baby would feel about her.
Agatha had stayed in the hospital for a couple days just to get surgery, but today she would be able to get out.
She was so excited, she couldn't even think straight.
"Good afternoon, my queen." Dr. Drew smiled as he came into the ward. "How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Yesterday, I had a bit of pain, but today I'm fine." He nodded, taking down notes. "Are you sure you're fine?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm fine." She nodded. "Alright, you have two visitors coming in."
Agatha beamed, clasping her hands together. "Please rest, my queen. We don't want the pain to come back."
Agatha sighed, resting on the medical bed.
Dr. Drew walked out, escorting Tedros and his little girl into the room. Agatha held her breath in her lungs, her eyes reverting towards the baby carrier.
"Hi, Agatha." He smiled, sensing her excitement. "You wanna see her?" He asked. Agatha nodded, grinning.
She peeked over as Tedros layed the baby carrier on her lap. He detached her from it, placing her in Agatha's arms.
"She's so beautiful..." She whispered, peering into her deep blue eyes which were carbon copies of Tedros'.
The baby smiled, grabbing hold of her fingers and waving it everywhere. She shoved it in her mouth, gaping as Agatha pulled her finger away.
"She really likes my finger."
"She has black hair like you." He pointed out, making her smile. "She does."
"What should we call her, Agatha?" Tedros asked, dry of ideas.
"What about Penelope?"
I'm so damn tired, good night London, good night everyone.