Promised (The Promised Series)

“Lincoln Tatman, get up! We got a baby to bring into this world.”
    She turned on her heels and headed out of the room mumbling. “Silly boy, I’m going to go brush my hair. There’s no way my baby’s going to see her mom with a rat’s nest in her hair.”
    I physically shook my head to clear the billions of thoughts running through it and I stormed into action. I changed out of my pajamas, threw Wyn’s overnight bag over one shoulder, the diaper bag over the other, and grabbed my car keys off the dresser. Walking into the living room, I found Wyn sitting in my recliner, her purse at her side, and her phone in her hand. Her fingers were flying across the screen, probably letting Mom, Dad, and Dani know it’s time. She hit the send button and then looked up and asked. “Are you about ready to go?”
    “Me? I have everything. The only thing holding us up is you.” I grumbled.
    She laughed and then directed her gaze to the floor and said. “Honey, you don’t even have your shoes on.” I followed her eyes down to the floor and saw that she was indeed right; I had forgotten my shoes. I dropped the bags and stomped over to the door to slip on my boots. Once they were firmly in place, I walked over to Wyn and helped her out of the chair, scooped the bags back up, and got us and our supplies into the car and on our way.
    Every time a contraction would take Wyn, my foot would push harder on the pedal, projecting us faster into the night. It was by pure luck that we didn’t get stopped by the cops before we reached the hospital.
    Now here I stand by her side as the contractions grow closer and closer together. The four drab beige walls have faded away. I can no longer smell the chemical smell that all hospitals seem to have. I’m focusing all of my energy on watching my wife and listening to the beeping sound that tells me my baby’s heart is beating steadily. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the doctor and nurses at the foot of the bed, but I ignore them so I can watch my Wyn.
    Her green eyes are lighted with the pain of the delivery and I can’t look away. Her face scrunches up each time she pushes. Her head rolls back against the pillow for a few seconds of rest. Then she pulls it back up to repeat the process all over again. All the while, I hear nothing but the steady beep, beep, beep of the machine. Wyn’s head falls back against the pillow a final time and with the last of the energy left in her strained body, she turns her face to me and smiles as our son’s first cry slices through the room.

About the author:
    Michelle is a twenty-eight year old native Ohioan. Go Buckeyes! Who now lives with her husband and son in West Virginia. When she isn't spending time with her family, you can find her with her nose stuck in a good book.
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    Also by Michelle Turner:
    Reviving Bloom – Available Now
    Upcoming Projects:
    Enlightening Bloom – Coming Winter 2013
    Marley’s Story (Currently Untitled – Promised Spin Off) – Coming 2014
    Nate’s Story (Currently Untitled – Promised Spin Off) – Coming 2014