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"Hi Mom" I had been sitting by the phone nervously waiting for a phone call from Keavy about how her final day of residency went and was down when I realised it was my mom on the other end of the phone.
"Well hello and I love you too" My mom teased. "I take it you haven't heard from your wife yet?"
It had been 3 months and I still got goosebumps when I heard people call Keavy my wife. "I am going crazy, I want to know"
"Well I won't keep you then, call me when you hear from her I love you Alex"
"I love you too Mom"
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"Hello" I answered the phone half asleep. I had waited into the night to hear from Keavy and I guess I had fallen asleep.
"Yank" I immediatly woke up when I heard her voice. "baby I have been waiting all day to hear from you, so....are you now Doctor McLean?"
Keavy broke into tears "Yes I am....but"
"But what?"
"Oh Yank, god.....I hope you are as happy as I am when I tell you the news."
I knew at that moment that the extreme fatigue and mood swings were not caused from long hours at the hospital. "We are pregnant aren't we?" I asked excitedly.
"YES....Oh my god Alex I am so excited, I know you are coming home next week but I couldn't wait, I had to tell you"
I grabbed the phone and straining the chord I rushed to my hotel door and screamed into the hall "I AM GOING TO BE A DADDY"
"Excited are we?" Keavy teased "Yank I can't wait for you to get home and celebrate with me"
I saw Howie, Nick and Brian stumble into my room, their hair disheveled and in various stages of sleep and I laughed "The uncles are here, not fully awake but they are here, hold on baby" "Guys we are pregnant, I am going to be a daddy" My voice cracked and my eyes filled with tears as Howie and Nick hugged me and Brian slapped my back in congratulations.
"Red...girl I am so happy for you" Nick screamed into the phone at Keavy.
"I don't have cigars but will licorice do?" Kevin asked as he walked into my room and held up a bag of twizzlers. "I never thought you would be the first Bro but I am happy that you are" Kevin pulled me into a hug "I am so proud of you"
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I will never forget running off of the plane and scooping her up into my arms, kissing her as I told her how happy I was, or the look on my mom's face as we stood in her kitchen and presented her with a gold charm that said #1 Nana. I still remember how she broke down and cried, hugging us both so tight and telling us that we had just made her dream come true. The memory of that night is still so clear in my mind.
Keavy's mom and dad were so excited that we had to convince them that we were only 2 months pregant and that they had plenty of time to make the crib and the afghans. They cried and immediatly told everyone in the county that they were going to be grandparents.
Keavy and I were so excited, so full of hope that day and couldn't wait to start preparing for the miracle that our love had created.
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"Daddy" Saffie stared at me with the identical green eyes that her mother had possesed. She looks so much like Keavy it is haunting. Her long red hair hangs in curls with the exception of the one clump of hair that resists the curls and hangs straight. Her mannerisms are a mixture of Keavy and I. Her wide, full mouth smile and the snort laugh is her mother's as is her temper but her sense of humor, her love of music and her mishcivios streak is all from me. I scooped my beautiful 3 year old into my arms and kissed her forehead.
"What's wrong munchkin?"
"I miss momma tonight, really bad" Saffie rested her head on my chest and I stroked her hair as I sang the song that Keavy used to sing to soothe her.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey, you'll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don't take my sunshine away." My voice wavered as I pictured Keavy rubbing her growing tummy and talking to Saffie in her stomach.
If only she was here right now, right now beside me, to curl up with
Saffie
and I and sing to us. I looked up at the ceiling "Emerald I know you
can see
us I wish you were here"
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