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Chapter Eleven

The cab driver jumped and apologized to every scream I let out. He was driving way faster than the speed limit. At this point I didn't care, in fact, I was grateful; I needed to be at the hospital as soon as possible.

I thought of different things to distract myself. Today was May fourth. Why did that date seem so familiar? I thought as hard as I could, but couldn't think of what it was before something else took up my mind's thinking capacity.

There were sirens echoing behind us. The cab driver cussed to himself, "I'm so sorry guys."

He pulled off to the side of the road. The cop car came up right behind us. The cop slowly got out of his car. Slowly readjusted his cop style sunglasses and slowly walked over to the driver's window. That was the only word I could use to describe anything; slow. My life was in slow motion. I was drenched in sweat, in an excruciating pain, and now I was being pulled over by a cop. I squeezed both Ralph and Jack's hands and clenched my teeth together to keep myself from screaming again.

The cop finally reached the cab, "Were you aware of how fast you were driving?" His words were low and slow. Was I crazy? Was this really my life in a movie like slow motion? After a long second he spoke again, "Your going over a hundred miles per hour in a 65 zone."

The cab driver spoke up, "Actually I was aware of my speed Sir, we're trying to get to the city as fast as possible," he said nodding in the distance looking longingly at the city.

The cop readjusted his glasses, "Why do you need to get to the city so badly that you need to break the law?"

I tried to answer his question with as calm a voice as I could. I ended up screaming at him, "Hospital!"

The cop jumped, he wasn't aware of anyone in the back seat until now. He looked at my enormous belly and then at my pain struck face. "Are you having that baby, like right now?"

"Yes you idiot, now can we go?"

He looked a little taken back by my insulting him. His face turned into that of an understanding one, "We'll escort you to the hospital."

"Thank you," I shouted as he ran back to his car. He led the way, keeping the freeway free of cars all the way to the hospital.

We finally got there, I was rushed inside and almost immediately, a nurse got a wheelchair and showed us to the room.

My pain only got worse and worse. The doctor came in, "We're going to ask you to start pushing now."

It was about time, I'd been in here screaming for about four hours. As I pushed, a new pain engulfed me, all I could do was yell insults at people, specifically Jack, he did this to me, "You did this to me, you suck, I hate you!"

I did my job, he was about to cry. I tried distracting myself again. May fourth, May fourth , May fourth. What was so special about May fourth? Just then it hit me, Simon's birthday. At my realization I felt the infant's head escape, then its body. I blacked out after that.

When I awoke Jack was in the room making faces at a child in his arms. He was sitting on the window seal couch. "How long was I out?"

He looked up in surprise, I noticed Ralph looking over his shoulder at the child. "About sixteen hours."

I nodded slowly, "James, Miranda?"

"They're on they're way."

I sat up in my bed trying to get a better look at the small boy, "Can I hold him?"

"Yeah, sure," Jack stood up and brought him over to me. He hesitantly lay the baby in my arms.

I looked down at his small face, "He has hair."

"Ya I know, surprised me too."

I kept looking at him. Looking for any trace of myself in there, all I could see was Jack, "He looks just like you, you know."

"Yeah, so I've been told. But there is one thing about you that he has."

"What's that?"

"Well, my eyes aren't green. And his are."

"My eyes aren't green either." All three of us looked down at the child in curiosity as he woke from his sleep and opened his eyes. They were a lovely green. I instantly saw Simon. Both of my Simons brought together by one simple thing, their eyes. I started crying, "It's a miracle." I blubbered, I was grateful no one heard me.

An hour later, Miranda and James showed up. They looked at their son with the sort of love I did when I saw him. We stayed another night. The next day Miranda and James took him home. I never did see him again.

I thought of my son everyday for the next three years. There wasn't a moment in time where he wasn't on my mind. Then, one day, I thought of him a little less. And a little less until whole days went by without me thinking of him. I rarely thought of him at all anymore, but my love for him remained the same.

I was eventually able to reconnect with my brothers. First Kenyan, then Daniel, but I never spoke to my parents again.

Ten years later:

I lay in the hospital bed as I woke from my sleep. "Nurse, can I please see my baby?"

She smiled at me, "Of course Miss."

I waited impatiently for her to come back. She walked in with the most beautiful baby girl I had ever seen. I felt a love stronger than I had ever felt before. Stronger than my first child who wasn't truly mine. She had the same pale curls as her father. I looked up at my husband and smiled. Ralph returned the favor.

The End

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