Page: 1 2 3 4 5
ladybell101
Dance Card Stealer
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 100
Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)
|
 | 
|
|
Re: Nothing Else Matters
Anne's pregnancy went along pretty well. Despite the morning sickness and constant cravings for either pancakes or tacos, she was upbeat and happy. She never looked more beautiful than when she was carrying our child.
“Honey, do I look fat?” asked Anne randomly one day.
“What?” I asked in surprise, nearly choking on my own saliva.
“Do I look fat?”
“No, Carrots; you don't look fat.”
She didn't believe me. “Are you lying to me, Gil?”
I shook my head. Of course, I didn't think she was fat! She just looked – well – pregnant. “No, I'm not lying, Anne-girl.”
“Then how come I can't see my feet and can't bend over?”
“Because you're carrying a growing baby in your belly.”
“I know. It's just that I feel so funny and sick!”
I put my arms around her neck and looked straight into her eyes. “Anne, I love you. I loved you before, and I love you even more now. You look beautiful, absolutely stunning with that glow about you. You've never looked happier, and I honestly believe that I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have a wife as attractive and as smart as you are.”
A smile escaped from her lips. “Really?”
“Really.” I was rewarded with a kiss after that.
Five months into Anne's pregnancy, we finally found out the sex of the baby.
“It's a boy!” exclaimed Uncle Dave.
“A boy?” Anne and I asked, stunned.
“Yes.”
We were happy. I hugged her on the spot and put my hands on her belly. There was a little boy growing in there. I felt him kick at that moment and smiled.
“Our little boy's gonna be a hockey player,” I declared.
“What makes you so sure about that, Gil?” Anne asked.
“His kick's powerful enough to take out any defender.”
“Well, honey...for one, you're not allowed to kick anyone during the game. And two, you can't force him to become something he doesn't want to be. What if he wants to be a writer or painter or actor?”
“Then I'll back him up one hundred percent and will try to be the best dad I possibly can be.”
She smiled. “You're gonna be a great father, Gil.”
I blushed. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
She pulled me in for a kiss, and Uncle Dave went “Aww.” I almost forgot that he was in the room with us.
“So have you decided on any names yet?” he asked.
“Not really,” I replied. “What do you think, Carrots?”
She scratched her head. “I know I want to pay tribute to Marilla and Matthew in some way after all they have done for me throughout the years. How about Cuthbert?”
My eyes widened. “Umm...Anne?”
“Yeah?”
“I hate to say this to you, honey, but I'm afraid with a name like that our child will get beat up on the playground at school.” She scowled at me. “I'm sorry, but you know kids nowadays. They're cruel!”
She sighed. “You're right.”
I gently moved a strand of hair from her face. “Don't fret, Anne.”
“Okay. Well...how about James Matthew?”
James Matthew Blythe. “I like it. It has a nice ring to it.”
She smiled. “Well, I've always liked the name James for some reason, and when you put it together with Matthew, it just sounds right. I don't know why.”
“You don't have to know why, Anne. This baby will have a loving family and place to come home to.”
“You've got that right,” commented Uncle Dave with a grin.
|
|
1/1/2007, 10:13 pm
|
|
ladybell101
Dance Card Stealer
Global user
Registered: 12-2006
Posts: 100
Kindredness: 4 (+4/-0)
|
|
|
|
|
Re: Nothing Else Matters
It was getting close to Anne's due date, and we both were very excited. We had the nursery done with baby blue walls and a border of zoo animals going around. I put together the crib and mobile of mini teddy bears (which I'm very proud of, by the way) along with the diaper changing table. Anne had a rocking chair in the corner where she could rock our little boy to sleep or whenever I wanted to take over for her when she was tired. I always had a warm feeling inside whenever I walked into that room; I couldn't wait until our baby entered the world.
The ladies in the neighborhood took the liberty in throwing Anne a baby shower. They were all very kind and were generous with their gifts: a baby monitor, teddy bears, a music box, extra diapers, etc. It seemed to be too much, and we were overwhelmed with it all. I looked over at Anne who was crying.
“Are you okay, Anne-girl?” I asked, putting my arm around her.
“I'm just so happy,” she said through her tears. She put her head on my shoulder. “Pretty soon we're gonna be parents, and I can't wait.”
“Neither can I.”
A month later, we got our wish. It was in the middle of the night, and I was fast asleep. Then all of sudden, Anne woke me up.
“Gil...I think my water just broke.”
I sprang up out of bed, quickly got changed, grabbed the bag that Anne prepared for months for this moment, and helped Anne into the car. I quickly called Uncle Dave before making my way to the hospital, and then I hit the gas and went as fast as I possibly could. Lucky for me, there was barely anyone on the roads, including the police. I knew Anne was uncomfortable, judging from her screams, so I did the best I could to get to the hospital without crashing.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed.
“Hold on, honey,” I told her. “We're almost there.”
I finally made it into the parking lot and hurried to get Anne inside.
“Hello, Dr. Blythe,” greeted one of the nurses at the door. “We have a wheelchair ready for your wife right here.”
I helped her into the chair and wheeled her into the room where the nurse was leading us to. There, I helped Anne get into a gown and waited for Uncle Dave who ran in after us.
“How are you feeling, Anne?” he asked.
“I'm feeling alright, I guess,” she replied. “Uh...ahhhhhhh!”
I took her hand, and she squeezed it so hard that I thought it was going to fall off. “Oww,” I said quietly, turning my face in the other direction.
“Gilbert Blythe, you got me into this, and now you're gonna get me out of it!”
Uncle Dave just laughed. “It's okay, Anne. Just breathe and relax.”
“Relax?” She asked. “How can I relax in a time like this?”
“Would you like the epidural, dear?”
“Oh yes, please.”
He instructed one of the nurses to give Anne the epidural, and she was at ease after that. He examined her and decided that she was ready to push.
“Start pushing, Anne,” he instructed.
“Push, honey,” I said, cheering her on and holding her hand.
“Okay.” She started pushing with all her might.
“I see a part of the head!” exclaimed Uncle Dave.
“You're doing great, Carrots,” I said. “Push more.”
She pushed harder and harder, and slowly but surely, our son was coming into the world. I was getting speechless. It's one thing to be delivering babies, but it's a totally different thing to be on the other end to see your own child, flesh and blood, being born. With one last push, James Matthew Blythe finally entered the world. Anne was exhausted from all that pushing and leaned back on the bed. Uncle Dave cut the cord and handed our baby to the nurse to clean him up. She handed him back to Uncle Dave who then handed him to Anne.
“He's a healthy and adorable little baby. And better yet, he's my nephew,” he stated with pride.
Anne just smiled. She looked like the cutest mother in the world holding our newborn. “Hey, baby,” she said. “I'm your mommy. You're gonna be loved, Baby Matt. I love you with all my heart.” She kissed him on the head, and his tiny little hand went up in the air as if he wanted to wave to us. “Do you wanna hold him, Dad?”
I nodded. I gently lifted my son into my arms. “Hi, son. I'm your daddy.” I looked over at Anne who was looking at us with adoration. “So I guess we're calling him Matt after Matthew?” I asked her. She nodded. I looked back at my son. “Well, Matt. We both have a lot to look forward to. When you get a little order, I teach you your ABC's, how to shoot a puck into a net, and how to get girls like your mother.” Anne gave me a “you-did-not-just-say-that” look, but I laughed and continued. “I'm so glad you're with us, son. Happy birthday.” I kissed him on the head and handed him back to Anne.
I couldn't believe my luck. How lucky could one guy be? I had the girl of my dreams by my side, a beautiful and healthy son (with red hair, I might add!), a happy home, and a group of friends and family that love me. I was on Cloud 9; no one could get me off of it. I looked at Anne with Matt in her arms and couldn't help but smile. This was the beginning of yet another chapter in our lives, and I can't wait to see what the future has in store for us.
The End
|
|
1/1/2007, 10:14 pm
|
|
Page: 1 2 3 4 5
Link to us
- Blogs
- Hall of Honour
- Chat
|
You are not logged in (login)
Board's time is: 11/30/2009, 12:12 am
|
|
|
