They arrive at the hospital and whisk Daylene to the delivery room, Jess goes along. Three hours after Daylene laid her husband and her baby’s father to rest in the earth, she pushes one last time. At first she hears nothing than she hears the baby wail. Daylene smiles then cries.
“Congratulations, it’s a boy!” said the Doctor. And after minutes they hand the baby to Daylene.
“He is a little small but he is okay,” said the Doctor.
“Okay thanks,” Daylene replies. She kisses the baby’s head, “Hello Jason Jr. Welcome.”
“He’s so cute,” Jess says.
“I know he looks like his daddy.” Daylene hugs the baby and starts to cry. The nurses comes in and says that the new momma needs her rest. She takes the baby into the nursery.
“You did real good, Day,” Jess tells her.
“I couldn’t have done it with out you. Thank you so much. Thank you for everything.”
“I am gonna come back later. I’m gonna go home and see my kids and give my mom a break from them.” Jess bends down and hugs her then dissappears into the hallway.
The nurse brings the baby in for a feeding a couple of hours later. Afterwards Jason Jr falls asleep and Sandy comes into the room with flowers and balloons.
“Hi ya. How are you feeling?” she asks Daylene.
“Doin okay, this is your grandson, Jason jr.” Her tears fall to her face.
“Can I hold him?” Daylene gives her the baby and Sandy sits in the chair next to her. “Oh yeah,” she says as she ruffles in her purse with one hand, ” before I forget this is for you. It came today in the mail.”
Daylene took the envelope and recognizes Jason’s scrawl on the front. She slowly opens it as Sandy rocks the baby.
Hey Sweetheart, How are you doing? I hope everything is okay with the baby. I thought about you the other day. An Iraqi woman was walking with her baby and the all of a sudden a maniac comes zipping down the road and onto the sidewalk. I pushed the woman and her child out of the way. We later found out the man driving was drunk.
I would want someone to save you and the baby if danger was coming. I don’t know she was very nice. Didn’t speak much English she gave me her Koran as a thank you. I can’t undertsand a damn thing but the it is the thought that counts.
I can’t wait to be home. I can’t wait to hear you sing to our baby. I always loved your voice. I hope things are good with you. I miss you and I love you. Soon I will be with you.
Always yours, Jason.
She folds the letter and holds it to her breast and cries. She says aloud, “Jason you are with us. I can feel you here. You will always be here.”
The End
