1 Bear hug

Tuesday, March 21, 2000

In the hallway of a big house near a lake, a young man paces. Usually, Jeff is a calm young man, who does not give in to anyone, even less in front of the vicissitudes, but today he seems helpless. His nervous gestures, his worried face are not feigned. Jeff stops a moment of to walk, looks ahead, reaches out but does not grasp the wrist of the door behind which emanate a succession of painful cries. Today, his very young wife has decided to give birth at home, depriving themselves of the security represented by hospitals but his cries tear the heart of the young man who feels so useless right now. Jeff reassures himself a bit by remembering that beside her, in addition to the midwife, a doctor and a nurse from a large hospital, made the trip especially, to make sure everything goes well. How long does it take for a baby to be born and will she only manage to endure this pain? Are so many questions that are repeated again and again in his mind so tortured right now.

"Waaa, waaa."

At the moment when he hears these cries, a feeling of unique joy, an incomparable pride overwhelm him but these feelings are quickly stifled again by anxiety. Jeff listens carefully but does not hear his Abby's voice. No one deigns to go out to reassure him and according to his experience in the business world, (all smells bad.) This time, ignoring the absolute order of the doctor, he vigorously pushes the door and rushes into the room. It's so hot here, it's unbreathable. He passes the lapel of his shirt sleeve over his forehead and continues his progress towards the bottom of the big bedroom more worried than ever. Almost drenched in sweat, Jeff approaches the bed on which sleeps in any case he pray for that to be the case, the one he loves so much. His eyes sting, the heat is always more overwhelming but seeing the smile of the young maid who was designated as the one who will take care of her child, this infernal heat disappears of itself. Freed from the chains of which they had himself unconsciously imprisoned, Jeff does the last two meters separating him from the bed of his magnificent young woman who actually sleeps very deeply.

While the doctor and the nurse congratulate him and apologize before leaving the room discreetly, the midwife brings him a small thing in a white towel. "Congratulations, this is a beautiful little girl, mister Prescott."

He smiles at the midwife, taking her little daughter out of her arms and turning his eyes to her for the first time. As beautiful as her mom. Thinking about her mom, her Abby, he gets closer to the bed, but Sally, the maid putting a finger on his mouth, makes him understand not to wake his wife for the moment. Smiling again, he's looking at his sublime little girl. It may not be very objective coming from a man who is a dad for the first time, but the fact is, that it is that these are his deepest feelings, discovering the face of his child. An adorable little creature with clear blue eyes holds out her fingers and then closes them again and again. His blond hair is strangely long enough and his tiny nose, like that of his mom makes Jeff want to pinch him. This tiny shrimp does not really look at it, no, it makes bubbles with her mouth.

"Lara Eve, it's your dad. Lara Eve, look daddy my angel. "

The young man who realizes that his little shrimp prefers to make bubbles with his mouth than to look at him, inclines her for better see her pretty little face then he thinks that if he lifted her, it would certainly be more practical. Judging his idea very good, holding her at arm's length, he puts his daughter in height, in front of him but something improbable, somewhat unpleasant happens when Lara Eve sees her father for the first time. The little girl, should not frown, but she frowns. The little girl should not contract her jaw and yet that's the case. Little Lara Eve is agitated, she slowly shakes her little arms and her little legs, her complexion becomes a little white, but her dad who makes strange and childish noises does not notice it. Suddenly, she cries, she screams and vomits on her dad who asked only to know the face of his little angel. When panicked, Sally recovers Lara Eve, a big smile followed by an expression close to an expression of accomplishment appears on the face of the little girl who laughs.

March 23, 2006

05h10pm

"Lara Eve Prescott, did you still flood my bathroom by plugging the shower with chewing gum? Lara, no need to hide, as usual, you'll end up to go out when you will are hungry. Lara, you is a little plague."

"Sally, why are you screaming at my angel that way? If she made a little mistake, you must her to explain gently. That you are doing right now is not good. You will end up traumatizing her. I do not want to hear you yelling at her like that, is that understood?"

My loving mother came to rescue me. "Mom Sally shouted at me, I was so scared I was shaking everywhere."

"I know my little angel but Sally has promised never to scream at you again, is it, Sally?"

"Yes ma'am, it's a promise. I beg your pardon young miss."

Humf, I prefer that. "You're forgiven Sally, but I was very scared you know."

When mom takes me in her arms, I put my head on her shoulder. I smiled with full teeth and pulls the tongue to the evil Sally. "Your dad's here, let's go and say hi."

Noooooo. "I do not want. I want mom, not the idiot."

My mom is the best, I think she agrees with me, because even when I say that, she kisses me on the cheek and she laughs. "This time you do not have a choice, your dad wants to talk to you. Lara, my angel, please do not call your dad, idiot any more, that makes him sad."

I do not care. "Mum bear hug."