"Ah, it's a boy", the head nurse whispered happily and then turned to face the woman lying on the birthing bed, she immediately fell silent and then turned to look at the doctor.
However, during the whole process, a middle-aged man had been staring through the glass-like compartment on the door of the delivery room. He had an old tattered cap that covered his jet black hair, he was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans that didn't seem to fit him any longer. Most likely, he was clearly someone struggling to survive and had little money to comfortably carter for his family.
He then turned his head to lean on the wall, sobbing silently. Finally, this bridge had been crossed, after a long period of waiting he could actually call himself a father, he couldn't just contain the ecstasy in his heart. The suffering himself and his wife had faced had far surpassed that of a cripple who had lost his major senses and yet it was still possible to feel such joy. Just what else could take away this joy?
"hello sir!"
"he.. hello sir!"
"ehn?"
just as he was lost in thoughts, the doctor jolted him out. Bobby then looked him in the face unable to read the message the doctor was trying to convey. The doctor then lowered his head dejectedly, Bobby then decoded the message. At this point the ecstasy he had felt initially had soon turned into mist just like that, it was gone. Why had nature chosen to humiliate him up to this point. At one point he had already celebrated his transition into fatherhood, yet it was accompanied by widow hood. In the blink of an eye he had become a widower. Just what was this feeling??
The corridor was slightly illuminated although it lacked that fancy touch, in this state it could be defined as perfect due to the fact that it was a hospital. Suddenly the atmosphere around the corridor had tensed. Surely the doctor could feel the killing intent exuding from this man's character. It was one he had never felt before although he didn't partake in battles he had extreme understanding of what danger felt like.
However to bobby, this was just an instinctual effect, but that had nothing to do pain he felt in his heart concerning his wife that had just passed.
Nature had decided to hate him. That was fine, right now he had something to live for, he had a child to carter for. This was the beginning of a new era, the beginning of a new bobby, the beginning of a new dawn. Although he couldn't achieve anything with his wife, this was another opportunity to make things right. This was another opportunity to help his son reach heights he couldn't achieve. This was another opportunity for change.