LAWSON
“You’re doing great; a little bit longer, and your baby will be here.” The nurses reassure my wife as she lays there in agony.
Olallie’s face doesn’t give much away to the actual distress she is enduring for our child. Olallie remains outwardly calm, and I don’t know what to do in the meantime.
“Lawson?” She barely whispers as she lifts her eyes, pleading with me to give her anything. I will do anything, be anyone, for her, every time.
“Would you kiss me?” My new bride begs.
For the first time, I hesitate, almost embarrassed as I look around the room, wondering about the medical staff’s peeking eyes.
“Right now?” We haven’t kissed in months, and I’m worried if I start, I won’t be stopping until the kid pops his head out.
Olallie looks at me and nothing else; her eyebrows
