Chapter 22
The rustles of magazines being turned every so often, filled my ears. Soft steps of nurses bustling around the waiting room made a continuous rhythm. Couples sitting around, chat mindlessly about what gender they will like the child to be. Scar's hands encased mines and her nimble thumbs timidly brushed to the top of my hands. I leaned further into her and wrapped my arm around her torso.
Being affectionate with her came naturally now and I loved that, yet hated it. Her scent engulfed my nostrils and I sighed loudly.
"Are you scared?" I asked softly.
"I'm scared for you." She smiled down at me while I watched up.
"What if the baby dies?"
"James won't die!" She assured.
"Miss Sydney Pearson?" The nurse called.
Scar and I both stood and walked to her.
"Right this way. The
