At the end of fall we decided to host a Feast Day party to get my mind off the fact that I still wasn’t pregnant. At least we were trying to host a party but Penny has developed a rebellious streak and tried to destroy our pumpkins several times.
She finally succeeded while I was putting the finishing touches on the pumpkin pie. She was upset when she got grounded for the night.
I was very excited about all the food that everyone brought. We wanted to have a party for just close family and friends but some random guy showed up and brought waffles.
Garrett and I decided he was probably harmless and in the spirit of the season we let him stay. I offered him some of my mothers famous teppenyaki shrimp.
Obviously missing from the party was my brother’s very pregnant wife. It was the topic of conversation of course. When was she due? How was she doing? Boy or girl? Any names picked out? I didn’t want to talk about it.
My mother had recently given birth, too. Garrett went over to get the details since I didn’t want to deal with that.
Holly was a beautiful little fairy that looked just like me apparently. She was born with jet black hair and fair blue eyes.
Great…my mother is having babies that look like me. Of course, I look like me because of my parents but that is not the point.
Colleen and the twins played tag outside until late into the night. It would be one of the last warm nights until spring so we let them play outside until they were too tired to continue.
My phone rang while I was talking to Oliver. It was the hospital an they were calling about Lanya. They didn’t think they should call him directly with the news so they called the emergency number Lanya had given the doctors. That was my number.
I asked him to step outside so we could speak privately.
“Ollie, that was the hospital. Lanya just gave birth to a healthy son. You’re a daddy. They are both doing just fine.
“She had the baby? I missed it? I’m already a terrible father!”
“You are not! It just didn’t take as long as doctors thought it would. They would have called but by the time she got to the hospital the baby was nearly here. There wouldn’t have been enough time even if you did know.”
“Here, this is for the baby. What’s his name?”
“Luka. Luka Oliver Lox.”
“You are going to be a wonderful dad, Ollie. Luka is a lucky little boy.”
“Thanks, sis. And I know this was difficult for you. Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance. I just know it.”
After all the excitement Ollie went straight to the hospital to meet his son. Mom and Dad had to go home to Holly. Garrett and I, however, were left with a disaster but it was well worth it.