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Owner of Club Brielle
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Post by Lawrence Gable on May 17, 2016 21:48:23 GMT -8
It was the most beautiful little thing that Lawrence had ever seen.
A submarine sandwich stuffed layer upon layer with deli meats, and a different kind of cheese between each layer, topped with pizza sauce and smashed between two slices of toasted bread. This was everything that Lawrence had wanted for nine months. It felt like he hadn’t had a real meal since he’d found out about Brielle’s pregnancy. That was when Lawrence had started his diet. He glanced at the hospital room door to his left, saw that no one was standing there to judge him, and then took a large bite out of his sandwich. “Ah-muh-gawd,” he grumbled trough a full mouth.
The last few hours had been trying for sure. How long do women usually go into labor? Forty-four? I don’t know. But Larry had been by Brielle’s side till the last minute—the last minute being when he passed out and woke up in a bed in an empty room. It was a little bit of exhaustion and a little bit of pure horror that knocked Lawrence out, but he’d stayed awake long enough to see his daughter. Now Brielle was resting, their daughter was being…examined? I don’t know anything about having babies, Steph, please don’t judge me. So Lawrence had some time to his own before they would let him back into the room.
“Mr. Gable?” Lawrence looked up to the man now standing in the doorway, his fingers coated in pizza sauce and fried bologna grease. His eyes as wide as a deer in headlights. Or, a komodo dragon’s, to make it fair for all of my friends out there in California. He held his sub close to his heart. “You can come in now.”
“Oh,” Lawrence coughed, and he jumped up from his seat and followed the doctor into the room.
“Baby,” Lawrence smiled as he saw Brielle lying in bed. He set the sandwich down on the table next to her bed and placed his hand on her’s, leaning over to place a kiss on her forehead. The sight of her was enough to make him cry tears of happiness. Brielle had always been a fighter, and her pregnancy was no different. But he’d seen her go through more real emotional struggle than he’d ever seen before. He’d hid the truth of their financial burden from her, and when she learned, it had driven her to crying. That was an image that he would probably never forget. As magical and joyous as the miracle of life was, it was a relief that it was over. “You look amazing,” he smiled, even though she looked like she’d been through every level of hell, Lawrence didn’t even realize. She was radiating.
Lawrence took a seat in the chair next to Brielle’s bed and he took hold of her so he could place tiny kisses up her hand. “The healer said that they’ll be bringing her,” his voice caught on that word, it felt so weird to say. “in any minute.” His breaths were growing heavy. This was so real. He ran his free hand through her hair and assured her, “You were…that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen, Brielle. I mean I’m sorry that I…that you had to do that. You’re my hero, did you know that?”
tagged - Gabrielle Quinn
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