Craving Constellations
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The doctors were speaking around us, but it felt like we were in our own little world.
“I’m okay. I’m ready for this to be over,” I whispered back as I felt them tugging on my torso. I didn’t know if they had already cut me, and I was trying not to pay attention to what they were doing on the other side of the little curtain.
“You’re doin’ so good, baby.” He brushed the curls that had escaped my ponytail out of my face. “It’s almost ov—”
His words were cut off by the screaming of an infant, and he immediately raised his head over the curtain.
“Hey, Daddy, you want to let Mom know what she’s got?” my doctor asked with a smile in her voice.
I looked around, trying to get a glimpse of anything, when Dragon’s face leaned back down over mine.
“Thank God. Another fuckin’ dick in the house. Gettin’ tired of all those fuckin’ Barbies,” he told me, a huge grin on his face. “We got a boy, Mama.”
The doctors were rushing around us, and tears were running down the sides of my face as a little wrapped bundle was set in Dragon’s arms. He was no longer crying. He was asleep. I could barely see his face, and the doctors were still working on me on the other side of the curtain, but I was completely content in this moment.
“You did good, baby,” Dragon told me as he pushed down his mask, a tender look in his eyes. “Now, give your man a kiss.”
“I’m okay. I’m ready for this to be over,” I whispered back as I felt them tugging on my torso. I didn’t know if they had already cut me, and I was trying not to pay attention to what they were doing on the other side of the little curtain.
“You’re doin’ so good, baby.” He brushed the curls that had escaped my ponytail out of my face. “It’s almost ov—”
His words were cut off by the screaming of an infant, and he immediately raised his head over the curtain.
“Hey, Daddy, you want to let Mom know what she’s got?” my doctor asked with a smile in her voice.
I looked around, trying to get a glimpse of anything, when Dragon’s face leaned back down over mine.
“Thank God. Another fuckin’ dick in the house. Gettin’ tired of all those fuckin’ Barbies,” he told me, a huge grin on his face. “We got a boy, Mama.”
The doctors were rushing around us, and tears were running down the sides of my face as a little wrapped bundle was set in Dragon’s arms. He was no longer crying. He was asleep. I could barely see his face, and the doctors were still working on me on the other side of the curtain, but I was completely content in this moment.
“You did good, baby,” Dragon told me as he pushed down his mask, a tender look in his eyes. “Now, give your man a kiss.”
