Labor Day

It was the longest nine months of your life…swollen ankles, sore boobs, endless nausea and vomitting whenever you smelled sea food of any kind…

John rubbed your feet every night while you laid on the couch after you both got home from work…as tired and ragged as he was after coming home from a mission he still looked after you first and foremost…

You rolled over and checked your phone…2:27 AM…then 2:32 AM…yep, the pains were five minutes apart exactly, and for the past thirty minutes at least…

“babe” you whispered as you shook his shoulder… “hmm” he barely croaked out without moving a muscle… “it’s time”…

John jolted upright and looked over at you, the light from the full moon creeping in through the blinds showcasing his blue eyes like glowing gems…

“ok…don’t panic! we got this! i’ll get the car, and your bag…and…” he looked at you wide eyed and excited…

“your gonna be a daddy today” you said as you waddled down the hall in your pajamas and slippers, one hand over your huge belly and the other hand on your lower back…