I'm just a kid

He hated waiting. How anyone could have the patience to wait for something was beyond him. I mean, how was someone expected to wait for nine months to have a baby and then, when you think the baby is coming, you have to wait for hours until the actual birth takes place. It was aggravating but exciting at the same time. It was about eleven ‘o’ clock in the morning and Gareth was sitting in a chair beside Stacy’s hospital bed, his feet propped up on the mattress and his head leant back over the top of the chair. Light snores were emitting from his partially open mouth as he slept soundly with his arms crossed over his chest. The magazine that he had previously been reading was resting on his lap on some random page about one of the new Ferraris or something like that. He had been at the hospital with Stacy since about midnight and it had been literally when he had just got nice and comfortable in his bed. It teaches you never to have all nighters any time near your baby’s due date.

It had been almost eleven hours since Stacy’s contractions had started to get closer together. Over the past couple of days she had started to get a few twinges in her abdomen, which the doctors said was her cervix thinning in preparation for the birth of the baby or something like that. Gary had found it rather hard to concentrate on what the doctor was saying due to the sudden shock that he was going to be a father in less than three or four days. It was a terrifying thought for the fifteen-year-old, but he wouldn’t have run away and left Stacy on her own like a lot of teenage fathers out there did. No, he was sticking by her no matter what. Once Stacy’s contractions had become stronger and closer, Gareth was sitting in the car with her and holding her hand. He had been reassuring her that it was all going to be alright and that by the end of it, they’d have a little baby all of their own. Oh yes, he was being very mature about this.

Suddenly, something made a grab for Gary’s foot, causing the young male to jump and actually topple completely off of his chair.
“Crap…” came a muffled voice from the floor, one of his feet still resting on the mattress and in his girlfriend’s rather tight grasp. Her breathing had become more laboured as she received a rather painful contraction, causing her to grab onto whatever was closest to her.
“Gary..?” Stacy breathed through clenched teeth. Her pale blue eyes were focused on the ceiling as the pain in her abdomen remained, grip still tight on the male’s shoe. From the floor, Gary quickly tried to stand up, even with out the ability to use one of his legs and, once he was standing, he removed Stacy’s grasp from his foot and took her hand in his. He couldn’t imagine how painful it must have been for her. All he could think of was that pain of her hand clasping tightly to his, which was painful enough.

At the sound of the commotion coming from the room, a nurse bustled in with the doctor shortly following. The doctor and nurse conversed quietly and checked Stacy over and measured how much she had dilated.
“Right, it’s time to move you to the delivery room,” he stated simply, looking back to Stacy, who was still breathing rapidly, and a rather wide-eyed Gary.
“Holy shh…” the male teenager started as, once again, Stacy’s grip tightened on his hand.
“Right, come on. Here we go,” the Doctor said calmly and started to make the preparations to move the two to the delivery room.

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Considering how long the two had been at the hospital for before hand, the actual birth seemed to be over quite quickly. Stacy was exhausted, her hand still holding Gareth’s, though now her clasp had sub-sided and was weaker as she tried to catch a glimpse of her little baby who they had just been told was a boy.
“Gary, where is he? I want to see him,” Stacy practically pleaded to the boy standing beside her, her tone almost worried as if she was scared that they were going to take him away and she’d never be able to see him.
“They’re just cleaning him up…Stace, he’s so small.” Gary was just able to see his little boy as they wiped him over and wrapped him in a towel. The boy just couldn’t take his eyes off of him. His heart was pounding and even though the baby was crying, he had to admit that it was the best moment of his life. That little baby was his and Stacy’s and no one was able to change that.

Slowly, one of the nurses’ brought the little boy wrapped up in a towel, over to his parents. Once she reached the two, the nurse passed the baby over to Stacy first and then backed away so that the three could spend that special moment together.
“Oh my god…” Stacy said softly, her voice slightly higher than normal as she was on the verge of tears. She held the baby with both arms, terrified that she was going to drop him. “He’s gorgeous,” she added, glancing to look at Gareth before looking back to the baby boy.
“Yeah…I-I just can’t believe it…” Gareth was almost in a daze at the site of this little thing wrapped up in a towel that was practically triple it’s size. The teenager leant over slightly to kiss Stacy softly on her forehead before looking back to their little son.

“What are you going to call him?” the Doctor asked, a soft smile upon his lips as he watched the happy little family. The two teens looked at each other, smiling before looking back to the child in Stacy’s arms.

“Dominic. His name’s Dominic.”