Baby Hugo is Born

We headed down to the hospital in the early hours, 5am. The labour had been going since 11pm last night. apparently Amy was exhausted.

There were certainly a lot of women in, shall we say, comfortable shoes.

“How did she get so Lesbo in the short time you’ve been split up?”

“I don’t know, I guess she found she liked it.”

“You know she’s only licking snatch because you are sucking dick, she’s always been strangely competitive with you.”

“Really, competitive with life style.”

We hung out in the waiting room, oh really, I guess it was a lounge. One of the women, names Ellen, or Rosie, piped up at one stage.

“Are you the sperm donor?”

“Ah, er.” I don’t often see Ben lost for words.

“He’s the father,” I interjected.

“Biological?” Ellen asked.

“Are, yes,” said Ben. I’m thinking he looked a little overwhelmed by this stage. “The father.”

“You delivered your fatherhood,” Rosie mad parenthesis in mid air with her hands. “In a cup?”

“Huh,” said Ben. “Oh, no.”

“No?” questioned Ellen.

“No,” said Ben.

“Turkey baster?” offered Rosie. I’m assuming she was kind of kidding.

“No, er, the old fashioned way.”

“What?” said Ellen and Rosie at the same time. They kind of looked confused, I thought

We waited around for hours, after that. I did it for Ben. 

Baby Hugo was born at 6am. We saw him briefly, he looked like a baby.

Nice to have a son, though. That is the full romance.

We saw Amy briefly, but she was exhausted, so we didn’t see her for long.

We walked out of the hospital in the early hours, it was quiet. I took Ben’s hand. “Two dads?”

“Two dads,” said Ben.

“Who’d have thought?” I said.

“Not me,” said Ben.

“How do you think you’ll go, being a dad?”

“Do you think Natalie will ever let me see him?”

I grimaced. Touch and go. “Yeah sure,” I said.

“You are way more confident than I am.”

“I’m lying, I’m not confident.”

“We walked down Flemington Road holding hands to the car.