Timeline: November 29, 1995
The battle had ended, and we returned to our universe, resuming our lives as ordinary citizens rather than superheroes. My name is Michael Wilson, and today, an unexpected call about my wife, Mary Rose Wilson, being in the hospital had me rushing there with my disciple, Peter Parker.
We arrived at the hospital, our rushed footsteps echoing through the bright, clean halls. The fluorescent lights overhead made everything look harsh and clinical, a stark contrast to the chaos of the battle we had just left behind.
Approaching the counter, I leaned over and asked urgently, "Excuse me, nurse, where is my wife?"
The nurse, dressed in light blue scrubs, looked up from her paperwork, her expression calm but attentive. "Your wife's name?"
"Oh, sorry, um... Mary Rose Wilson." I replied, my voice trembling slightly.
"Wait a moment, sir. Let me check the records." the nurse said, turning to her computer and flipping through the pages of her logbook.
Peter, sensing my anxiety, placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Calm down, Mike." he said softly, his young face showing concern.
I nodded, grateful for his support. "Thanks, Pete."
The nurse continued to search through the records, the sound of flipping pages and keyboard clicks filling the tense silence. Finally, she looked up. "Room 32, Mrs. Wilson."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, nurse."
Peter and I quickly made our way down the corridor towards Room 32. The hospital was bustling with activity, doctors and nurses moving swiftly from room to room, patients being wheeled on gurneys, and the steady beep of medical equipment forming a constant background noise. As we approached the room, my heart pounded in my chest, the anxiety nearly overwhelming.
I pushed open the door to Room 32, and there she was—Mary, lying in bed, her face pale but serene. The room was small, with a single window letting in the soft afternoon light, casting a gentle glow over the white walls and the array of medical equipment surrounding her.
"Mary!" I shouted, rushing to her side, my footsteps echoing in the quiet room.
Peter stayed just outside the door, giving us a moment of privacy. Mary looked up at me, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "Michael!"
I was beside myself with worry, my hands trembling. "What's going on? Why are you here?"
Mary chuckled softly, reaching out to take my hand. "Calm down, babe, calm down."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "What happened?" I asked more calmly, my voice barely a whisper.
Mary's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with warmth and a hint of mischief. "Don't be surprised..." She paused, letting the suspense build. "You are going to be a father, babe."
Her words took a moment to sink in. "What- what do you mean?"
"It means I am pregnant." she said, her voice filled with joy.
I was stunned. Could it be true? I asked again, my voice shaking, "You- are pregnant?"
Mary nodded, her smile never wavering, her hand squeezing mine gently.
The realization hit me like a tidal wave. I was going to be a father. I murmured to myself, "I'm going to be a father, I'm going to be a father," then louder, "I'm going to be a father!!! I am officially a dad, yes!!!"
Tears of joy filled my eyes as I leaned down to kiss Mary's forehead. This was the best news I had ever received. In that moment, all the battles, all the struggles, everything faded away. All that mattered was that we were starting a family.
.....
Timeline: April 14, 1996
It had been 19 weeks and 5 days since we found out Mary was pregnant. Today, we were at the hospital for an ultrasound, eager to ensure everything was okay with our baby and to discover the baby's gender.
We arrived at Dr. James Bradley's office. He greeted us with a warm smile, already standing up as we entered. The walls of his office were decorated with numerous medical awards and certificates. Among these were framed photos depicting his time with the X-Men.
By the way, I know Dr. James Bradley—yes, he is Doctor Nemesis in the comics. Initially, he was a villainous character who fought against Captain America during World War II. However, he later underwent a transformation, redeeming himself to become a member of various superhero teams, most notably the X-Men. Now, he dedicates his life to helping others and using his expertise for good. Despite him not knowing me personally, I chose him to perform the ultrasound on my wife because of his remarkable journey and commitment to helping people.
"Mr. and Mrs. Wilson," he said, extending a hand to us. "Follow me to the ultrasound room."
I nodded, grateful for his warm reception. "Thanks, Doc."
Mary, clutching my shoulder for support, nodded as well. We walked together, the soft hum of the hospital's fluorescent lights overhead creating a steady rhythm. The corridor was lined with medical posters and charts, detailing everything from human anatomy to pregnancy stages.
As we reached the ultrasound room, Dr. Bradley gestured for us to take a seat. The room was equipped with the latest medical technology, the ultrasound machine standing proudly in the corner. The walls were painted a calming shade of blue, and a large window allowed natural light to stream in, making the room feel serene and welcoming.
"So, is everything going well with your pregnancy, Mrs. Wilson?" Dr. Bradley asked, turning to Mary as he prepared the ultrasound equipment.
Mary smiled, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Nothing, Doc. It's just that I feel hungry a lot, sometimes have morning sickness, and I get really fatigued."
Dr. Bradley nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Good, that's a sign of being a pregnant woman. All those symptoms are perfectly normal. Let's take a look at the baby, shall we?"
He gestured for Mary to lie back on the examination table. As she settled in, I took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Dr. Bradley applied the cold gel to her abdomen, and the screen flickered to life, displaying the first images of our baby. The room fell into a hushed silence, the only sound being the soft hum of the ultrasound machine.
Dr. Bradley moved the transducer across Mary's belly, and the screen came alive with the image of our baby. The tiny heartbeat was clearly visible, a steady thump-thump that filled the room with a sense of wonder and joy. Mary's eyes welled up with tears as she saw the image of our baby for the first time. I squeezed her hand tighter, my own eyes glistening with emotion.
"Everything looks great," Dr. Bradley said, his voice calm and reassuring. "The baby is growing well, and the heartbeat is strong. Would you like to know the gender?"
Mary and I exchanged a glance, a shared moment of anticipation. "Yes, please." Mary replied, her voice barely a whisper.
Dr. Bradley smiled and moved the transducer a bit more, adjusting the angle. After a few moments, the screen revealed the baby's profile, and Dr. Bradley pointed to a small, unmistakable sign. "It's a girl."
Mary let out a joyful sob, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. "A girl." she repeated, her voice trembling with happiness. I hugged her tightly, feeling a rush of emotions—excitement, love, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility. We were going to have a daughter.
Dr. Bradley handed us a printout of the ultrasound images, a keepsake to remember this special moment. "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. You're going to be wonderful parents."
As we left the ultrasound room, Mary and I walked hand in hand, the news of our baby girl filling us with an indescribable joy. The journey ahead was going to be full of challenges, but today, we had been blessed with the most beautiful gift—a glimpse of our future, a little girl who would soon be a part of our lives.
....
Timeline: September 4, 1996
Today marked the day our daughter would be born. We were in the delivery room, surrounded by the sterile yet comforting atmosphere of the hospital. The walls were a soothing pale green, with medical equipment neatly arranged around the room. The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the hospital's purpose.
Mary lay on the hospital bed, her face contorted in pain as she grunted through each contraction. I stood beside her, holding her hand tightly, offering what comfort I could.
"Mary, it's going to be okay." I reassured her, my voice steady despite the nerves that fluttered in my chest. The sound of her pain was both heartbreaking and hopeful, a testament to the miracle unfolding before us.
Mary clenched her teeth, her grip on my hand tightening with each wave of pain. "Aurg!" she cried out, her voice filled with both agony and determination.
I watched helplessly, my heart aching for her. The medical team moved around us with practiced efficiency, their calm demeanor a reassuring contrast to the intensity of the moment.
The monitor beside Mary beeped steadily, tracking her contractions and the baby's heartbeat. Each beep was a reminder of the life we had created together, a tiny heartbeat that echoed through the room with unwavering strength.
As Mary pushed through the pain, I murmured words of encouragement, my voice a constant presence in the whirlwind of emotions. "You're doing great, Mary. Just a little more. I'm right here with you."
Her breathing was labored, her face flushed with exertion. Sweat glistened on her forehead, testament to the physical and emotional toll of childbirth.
Minutes stretched into eternity as we waited for our daughter to arrive, each second filled with anticipation and hope. The medical team urged Mary on, their voices blending into a chorus of support.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity and yet a fleeting moment, our daughter emerged into the world. The cry that filled the room was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard—a symphony of new life, echoing with the promise of a future filled with love and joy.
The medical team gently placed our daughter in Mary's arms, her cries softening as she nestled against her mother's chest. Tears streamed down Mary's cheeks as she looked down at our precious baby girl, overwhelmed with love and relief.
....
Outside the delivery room, Peter Parker, Mark Taylor, Emily Taylor, Loe Halloway, and Chris Hilton stood together, their expressions a mix of anticipation and concern. They had been waiting anxiously for news about Mary and Michael Wilson.
Peter Parker, always curious and eager, noticed Dr. James Bradley emerging from the delivery room. His concern for Mary prompted him to ask the doctor about her condition.
Peter turned to Dr. Bradley, his voice edged with worry. "How is Mary?" he inquired, his gaze searching for any signs of reassurance or concern on the doctor's face. His concern for his mentor and friend was palpable, and he awaited Dr. Bradley's response with bated breath.
Dr. James Bradley, a seasoned doctor with a calm demeanor, looked at Peter Parker with a reassuring smile. He adjusted his glasses and spoke in a measured tone, understanding the gravity of the moment for everyone waiting outside.
"Mary is doing well." Dr. Bradley replied, his voice carrying a sense of relief. "The delivery went smoothly, and both mother and baby are healthy."
Upon hearing this, a collective sigh of relief passed through the group. Peter Parker visibly relaxed, a smile spreading across his face. "That's great to hear." he said, his voice filled with genuine happiness.
Mark Taylor, Michael's best friend and Mary's brother, stood nearby, his expression a mix of relief and excitement. He clapped Peter on the shoulder. "I knew she'd be fine." he remarked proudly.
Emily Taylor, nodded in agreement. "It's wonderful news," she said softly, a small smile touching her lips.
Loe Halloway, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D and a close friend of Michael Wilson, stepped forward with a sense of paternal pride. "Michael will be overjoyed." he said warmly, his voice tinged with emotion.
Chris Hilton, another friend and colleague, chimed in, "Can we see them?"
Dr. Bradley nodded. "Yes, of course," he replied. "They're just inside. Give them a moment, and then you can come in."
With that, the group exchanged glances of relief and anticipation. They knew that behind those doors, a new chapter in the Wilson family's life had just begun. As they waited for their turn to enter, their thoughts were filled with happiness and gratitude, knowing that Mary and baby Marcel were safe and healthy.
.....
As Mary lay on the hospital bed, cradling our newborn daughter in her arms. The delivery room, once filled with the tension of labor, now seemed to glow with a soft, serene light. The medical team had left us in peace, allowing us to savor this precious moment as a family.
Mary looked at me with eyes brimming with love and exhaustion. "Michael, this... is our baby." she said, her voice filled with awe and tenderness.
I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Yeah," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "This is our baby."
Taking a deep breath, I reached out and gently held our daughter's tiny hand in mine. Her fingers curled around mine instinctively, her grip delicate yet surprisingly strong. I looked down at her small face, marveling at the miracle of life we had created together.
"From now on, her name will be Marsel Rose Wilson." I declared softly, my heart overflowing with pride and joy.
Mary's eyes sparkled with tears of happiness. "Marsel Rose Wilson... I like that name." she murmured, her voice filled with maternal affection as she gazed down at our daughter.
I looked at Mary, overwhelmed with gratitude and love. "Thank you, Mary." I said sincerely, my voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for giving me such a beautiful family."
Mary shook her head gently, a smile playing on her lips. "No, Michael. I should be the one thanking you," she said softly, her eyes never leaving our daughter's face. "You've always been there for me, through everything."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to her words. I reached out, gently brushing a tear from her cheek. "We're a family now." I whispered, feeling a deep sense of peace settle over me. "And we're going to be okay."
In that moment, as we held our daughter for the first time, everything else faded away. The pain, the fear, the uncertainty—all of it melted into the background, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. Marsel Rose Wilson had brought us immeasurable joy, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for our growing family.
As a new chapter began for our family, I knew that this day would be etched in my memory forever—a testament to the strength of Mary, the miracle of childbirth, and the boundless love that had brought us here.
(John legend- All Of Me)
Lyrics:
Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose, I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh-oh
To be continue