And now she’s awake. I was able to look into
her eyes and kiss her and swear that I would never
allow her to leave me again. Because what I feel
now, looking through the glass at the baby who is
the picture of her mother, is something that cannot
be ignored or asked to be set aside. Even if they
cut off my balls.
Erin’s mother and father are here next to me,
tired, having been through the mill and the
emotional roller coaster. I called my family too:
they all wanted to come here but I asked them to
wait a bit so that Erin could have a little time to
recover.
I say goodbye to Erin’s parents so I can go
down to the cafeteria where the guys are waiting
for the latest updates.
They are all here for her.
For us.
Because Jesus Christ, there is anus. There
always has been. And no one is taking her away
from me.
I meet Nate in the corridor. His face is tight and
his eyes are puffy. He’s also been here the whole
time but he hasn’t seen the baby yet.
I go towards him and stop right in front of him.
I raise my glance and his face falls alongside his
security and so does his arrogance. He falls into
my arms and I hold him up, like a friend, like one
of the family, because whether I like it or not, he is
part of this family.
