Anticipation

Knees bouncing an endless rhythm

Palms sweaty. Pressed together in prayer

“Please, please, please,” murmured softly

Have to stand, have to sit, need to move

Hands wiped on back pockets, now cold

Three steps down, pivot, four steps back

Bump, thunk, crash. Vending Pay Day! bars

Glump, glump, “Shit,” too much, “HOT!”

Chocolate power spilled across the counter

Cold, shaking hand cups the cocoa mug

“Have a seat dear,” warm smile, gentle laugh

“It’s almost over,” she says.

Can’t sit still. It’s been hours.

Mug’s too full, hand is burnt and sweaty.

“C’mon, c’mon!” furiously pacing, toe stuck on the rug.

Soft touch heels all movement.

A caress of hands removes the burning.

Embraced in warmth and comfort, I’m still.

“Is she here yet?” a tight squeeze around the middle

“Soon,” her voice muffled in thick fabric

Swoosh. Metal and wood scrape across marble floors

“She’s here. Healthy. Strong. Beautiful.”

Pent up tension slides off shoulders.

A breath pushed from puffed out cheeks.

“Thank God,” heartfelt prayer released to heaven

Quick steps, whitewashed walls, the door hiding new life

“Mom, Dad… Meet Jenny!”