Welcome, Peter!

The big day has finally come. Although Jules gave birth by cesarean section and never knew what push pains mean, he performed the death of the swan amidst tremendous suffering.

It was a very spectacular cabaret, luckily it was mandatory for everyone to be there with her all the way… so I could watch the fear turn into hatred and then burst into happy tears of joy.

The surgery had to be reported at the obstetrics at 8 in the morning, but she had been up since 4 a.m. and endlessly repeated it until she got to the hospital…

„ I'm scared! I do not want this! Mom, come with me!"

„Baby… It's 4 in the morning, you need to sleep… Patrick will be with you."

„ But I want you! It will hurt a lot…"

„ You'll get an anesthetic ... you won't feel anything…"

Eventually Jules made it happen, that not only she would go corpse tired to the operating room…

She switched to aggressive at the entrance to the hospital.

„ Patrick! You fucking bastard! This is all your fault! Why couldn't you pull a condom! Why do I have to go through this alone! I swear if I come out alive I'll cut off your dick!"

She gave her husband another similar eclectic compliment for another 1 hour, when she was on the operating table. From there came the tears…

„God! My treasure is coming out soon! The meaning of my life! I can hold it in my arms soon…"

Like I said, cabaret.

April 9, 2020. 11:47, 58 cm and 3890gr. Child's name: Peter Johnson, mother's name: Jules Austin.

It stood on the armband of the newborn, whom we all admired with adoration.

„ Hello, Peter! „

Jules said, to the sleeping angel in her arms with sparkling eyes. I think this is the first time I've seen her sincerely happy since I just knew her. Maybe Jules wasn't a best friend or wife raw material, but I was sure she was going to be a very good mother… because the love she never received from her fathe,r would be pounded many times over to this little baby.

He was a really beautiful little boy with lots of hair. Just because his parents are idiots… he can still be normal, such an innocent angel with small looping legs…

„ I need a kid too!"

I said to myself in disrepair when I got home.

" Isn't it a little early? Let's just say it's okay with me… but then your career has so much…"

Dereck stepped out of the bath.

„ But he is so sweet and beautiful… and… cute…"

„I understand, most people react this way when they see a newborn, but believe me, it will be much more profitable for everyone if you wait another 2 years with the thing."

„ Why two?"

„You will have 3 years of practice by then, and if you want to go back to work after giving birth…"

"Hahaha…"

I laughed.

"Do you really think I'll go back to work when I have such a well-earning husband?"

„ You didn't learn because that…"

"It was because I planned my life with a dumb moneyless asshole, and didn't want to starve to death… but why would I work day and night if I could spend that time with my children?"

„Hm…"

Smiling, he sat down next to me on the bed only wearing towel.

„ I like this attitude. In this case, we can even start the baby project right now."

We leaned back in bed with those words.

In that, however, he was right, that I would have to wait two more years. I'll be more mature, more financially stable too ... and if I get pregnant after a wedding, maybe not everyone will consider me as a gold miner.

The world may have been enriched by a good mother ... but a lousy mother harassed her long-abandoned child as a ghost.

She became completely paranoid… she came into the office on a daily basis, for reasons she found out from the air. She was so afraid that I would cross her with something. Thanks to looking at my office with prickly eyes almost every time, there was a rumor that she wanted to finish me because she was jealous of my talent.

Speeches and gossip at work always meant gold, I laughed very well at them. In any case, according to the imaginative story, the quarrel in the bathroom ended with a slap and the jealous harpy chased me to the taxi. On the news of this, Melody immediately liked me… so every time she brought something… a cookie or coffee with a smile, all I could think about was…

'If you find out the truth, you will definitely kill me. Just don't find out… '

Guilt made every mouthful of cake bitter in my mouth.