The Troublesome Road
I watched with tears dripping down my face as the frantically pushed our son out of the room in a portable baby incubator. All I saw of my boy was his frail body getting poked and prodded at from all different angles. I felt Chase snake his arms around my waist while he rested his head on top of mine. I could feel him shaking from all the crying. Our son might not survive. Why wouldn't we be crying? I saw the nurses come to push me into the New mothers unit. I felt Chase let go of my waist and grab my hand instead. As I was pushed down to the room we went past the premature baby unit. I screamed at the nurse.
"Is my baby OK?" I needed to know the truth.
"I'm sorry darling but I don't know, you'll find out do though. Remember prepare yourself for any news." She stopped me in a pasty pink room, gave me a small sad smile and then left. I looked across to Chase. He was sitting in the corner arm chair crying. I carefully got out of the bed, I was very sore, and walked over to him. As I approached him he looked up. I felt my heart break even further than it had already. What I saw would haunt me for the rest of my life. Chase was just a shell. I couldn't see any spark in his eyes. No. They were grey and clouded over. Around his eyes were red rims so large the were tomatoes. Ouch. They must hurt. But then again I probably looked no different. I sat in his lap. His arms soon snaked round my waist.
"Logan." I looked up to see Chase looking at me with puppy eyes. Even without those looks I loved the name instantly.
"I love it. Logan Mason Davenport!" I looked at Chase who was smiling for the first time in ages.
"I love it to!" Ironically that was when the lady with the birth certificate walked in. As Chase and I signed the certificate our family started to walk in. The second I was done I found myself in Tasha's loving arms gaining myself a huge hug and comforting words being whispered into my head. Then the doctor walked in and everyone turned to face him.
"Well little Logan is...