LOVE STORM
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She kissed him gently then shooed him away. "Now stop wasting time and get going!"
PJ was so excited that she jumped around chattering away. When they got to the hospital, she was disappointed to find that she had to stay in the waiting room.
Raoul had phoned the hospital and the staff was ready for her when she arrived. He'd even been on his cell phone during the drive to make sure. Since he couldn't be with her while they prepared her, he decided it would be best to take PJ back home to Mrs. Cree. He had no idea how long things would take, and if he was to be of any use to Kris -- and be with her in the room -- he couldn't leave PJ in the waiting room alone.
Raoul squatted down to PJ's level. "Kitten, I know you want to stay, but I really don't think it's a good idea. I promise, the moment the baby is born and I can leave Kris, I will come and tell you myself. Okay?" She nodded and smiled. "Good, I knew you would be a big girl and understand."
Kris phoned Raoul as soon as he returned. He stayed with her the entire time, encouraging and supporting her, but looking strained and worried. Twelve terrible hours passed, and considering that it was her first baby, that wasn't too bad. Kris realised it could've easily been much longer.
It ended with a yell of triumph from Master Metier -- a beautiful three and a half kilogram baby boy.
...x...
Sometime later, Kris was propped comfortably against several pillows with her baby son in her arms. The room was already overflowing with flowers of every description, most of them from her husband! She was tired, but radiant with her hair tumbling down around her shoulders, making her look fragile and young.
Always on his mind was the mental well-being of his little girl. Despite his own excitement, he rushed home to give her the news as he had promised. He assured her that he'd fetch her as soon as he could. Raoul promised that she'd be the first to see the baby.
...x...
"Oh, Kris, my sweet." Raoul stood beside her in a couple of paces. "Darling," he whispered as he knelt by her bed. With one hand on her hair, the other caressed her smooth cheek as his mouth searched gently for hers.
Kris laughed, welcoming his kiss. "You look as though you've had a torrid time. Was it worth it?" she teased.
"I am the happiest man alive, and the most proud." He snuggled alongside her. She put one arm around his shoulders and tousled his hair softly. Raoul reached out a hand and gently held the tiny hand of his son, fingering it in awe.
After a few minutes, Kris spoke to Raoul, but he didn't seem to hear. Because he looked comfortable, she didn't speak again. Kris simply smiled, a proud possessive look of love on her face as she gazed at her two sleeping men.
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About The Author
Beryl was born an only child in 1937 in Southport, Lancasire, UK but her parents took her to Kenya to pyrethrum farm when she was 2 years old and they ended up in Durban for the duration of the war years.
After graduating from the Loreto Convent in Eldoret at 15 she studied in Liverpool for a year before returning to South Africa. Here she married a farmer and they uprooted to pioneer a tea estate out of the rain-sodden Tinderet forest for an Assam tea company.
In 1962 she returned to Durban for her daughter's education.
Three years later she married her present husband, and they have been happily married for 36 years.
Her children's book, "Twiggy's Idea" has been published in English and Zulu, and will be released in electronic form by Writers Exchange in the future.
For the past 13 years she has read for Tape Aids for the blind.