Today’s sentence: “It’s what!”
She was exhausted, sweaty and had had a toilet accident in the process.
‘Congratulations Martha! You have a healthy little boy.’
‘A boy. Seven pounds and half an ounce. It’s a good weight.’
‘But they told me the ultrasound and scan showed I was having a girl!’
Martha started to cry as the nurse tried to place the babe on her chest.
‘We’ve been calling my bump Emma,’ she sobbed. ‘The nursery is painted pink with Frozen characters and cute little animals everywhere. Jeff will be furious. Are you sure it’s a boy?’
Jeff chose that exact moment to walk in carrying a pink balloon and equally pink stuffed rabbit.
‘What?’ he demanded. ‘Is everything OK?’
‘It’s a boy!’ Martha hiccoughed.
The baby, now washed and wrapped in a cotton coverlet, was asleep in the nurse’s arms.
‘He’s beautiful Jeff. Would you like to hold him?’ she asked.
Balloon and rabbit discarded, Jeff took the infant from her.
His face changed from concern to joy, wonder to delight and pride.
‘A boy,.’ he whispered. ‘We have a son. Martha! We have a son!!’
Moving towards his wife, he wrinkled his nose and said
‘What’s that smell?’
Laughter echoed down the hall.
‘Probably me,’ Martha replied. ‘What are we going to call him?’