Winchester 1.3

Gordon wasn’t very good at hedging his bets. He was demoted at work over something stupid and came home distraught. When I asked him what was wrong he suddenly burst out in tears. Between his wailing, man, I seriously can’t stand it when men cry such gut wrenching sobs, he got out the whole story. While I stood there blinking at him in amazement a sudden cramp gripped my stomach. I bit my lip and heard Gordon mumble something about taking a shower.

“Oh man,” I whispered as I sat down on the couch. I had been anticipating being doped up for this event but the way things were going now it looked as if it were highly improbable that I’d get those meds…let alone make it to the hospital. I hopped up off the couch when I felt liquid between my legs.

“New couch, don’t need placenta stains.”

Before I knew it was I wailing and hollering as if I was a Baptist in church on Sunday.

Gordon rushed naked out of the bathroom and came to a halt when he saw me gripping my stomach.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Seriously?”

He blinked his eyes and when I gripped my stomach I saw him throw his hands in the air and then clench his fists as if he were the one going through the contractions.

“LaTonya, perhaps you should lay down and-”

“All I want is to birth this demon spawn,” I puffed out ignoring his gasp as he clasped his hands to his chest.

“Are you sure that we can’t make it to the hospital?”

“As sure as I’ve ever been. Look, just shut up. Your voice is seriously getting on my nerves.”

“Right, right. Okay, I’ll be quiet now.

As I was flopping around on the floor and wishing that we lived closer to a hospital I happened to look over to see Gordon covering his face with hands. Was he kidding me? I was the one pushing his kid out of me and he didn’t want to watch the disgusting experience? And when had he found time to get dressed I wondered as I gritted my teeth. Bracing myself I gave one finally push and-

My kid looked like a crackhead. He had such a stoned expression on his face I couldn’t help but laugh as I nestled him closer. Maybe it was something in the water here but I felt great after having the baby. Gordon and I had discussed names and Neil had been chosen as the boy’s name.

“Hey little Neil,” I cooed as I cuddled him close to me. He made a little gurgling sound and my heart melted as I looked down into his eyes. Eyes that were so much like his dad’s. I pressed a finger to his nose and laughed again as he went cross eyed trying to follow it.

Who knew your heart could be expand so much to encompass something so small, I mused as I passed him to Gordon.

“There you go daddy.”

I watched with a soft smile on my face as Gordon gingerly cupped Neil’s small bottom in his hand and placing a hand on the small of his back cuddled him against his shoulder.

“Neil Christopher Wolosenko. Welcome to the world little guy.”

Gordon glanced over at me. “Would you look at this? Our son is our own little piece of the future. He’s our legacy ya know?”

I stepped closer to Gordon so I could look at Neil. He was half asleep on Gordon’s shoulder. “He sure is.”

Gordon was a wonderful father. He doted on little Neil. Before Neil could cry Gordon was right there giving him a bottle, bathing him, rocking him and doing all the other little things that needed to be done while I was at work. The weeks flew by and before I knew it Gordon broached the subject of getting a nanny to watch Neil since he had to go back to work.

“A nanny?”

“Yes.” He gripped my hand. “I want this about as much as you do but it needs to be done. We need the income of two people. Espcially if we plan on having more kids.”

“Umm…” I hadn’t broached the subject of me not wanting any more children with Gordon yet. “Well, I guess if you feel you have to go back to work…”

“I do.”

“Alright, we’ll I guess we need to start looking for nannies then.”