Zavien
I believe that the sun has risen,
Snow crunched beneath his boots as he stepped up to the clinic, feeling a bit dazed and disoriented as to how he'd found himself here - well, he knew how but it still didn't quite feel real. From the day Soh had told him she was pregnant, it had all felt a little like a dream that his brain was slowly catching up to. The more they talked about it and the more she began to show, the more that the dream started to settle into reality, but even then, he hadn't been able to picture more than a vague silhouette of a baby, imagining a nondescript suggestion of what the child might be like. Knowing the health and gender though... it would change everything.
Zavien buried his nerves beneath the flaring of excitement, smiling at Soh as he opened the door to the clinic and let her in. He followed, releasing her hand only long enough to strip off his (other) jacket and place it on the hook. Still, the warmth barely registered as his mind raced, his attention glued to the various informational pictures on the wall, the kind faces behind the desk, the woman at his side.
He leaned closer to her on the couch, running his thumb along the back of her hand. Zavien wondered if she was asking because she could tell how nervous he was, or if she truly couldn't tell. Either reason had him chuckling low, speaking quietly despite being the only ones in the room. "I don't think I slept all night, but I can't tell if it's terror or excitement." He laughed again, and, ignoring the possibility that she or the baby could be anything but healthy, asked, "Do you have a guess? A mother's intuition?" He'd heard some women could tell the gender based on the pregnancy, and although guessing once wouldn't prove the theory, he was curious to know what she suspected - or possibly hoped for.
Zavien buried his nerves beneath the flaring of excitement, smiling at Soh as he opened the door to the clinic and let her in. He followed, releasing her hand only long enough to strip off his (other) jacket and place it on the hook. Still, the warmth barely registered as his mind raced, his attention glued to the various informational pictures on the wall, the kind faces behind the desk, the woman at his side.
He leaned closer to her on the couch, running his thumb along the back of her hand. Zavien wondered if she was asking because she could tell how nervous he was, or if she truly couldn't tell. Either reason had him chuckling low, speaking quietly despite being the only ones in the room. "I don't think I slept all night, but I can't tell if it's terror or excitement." He laughed again, and, ignoring the possibility that she or the baby could be anything but healthy, asked, "Do you have a guess? A mother's intuition?" He'd heard some women could tell the gender based on the pregnancy, and although guessing once wouldn't prove the theory, he was curious to know what she suspected - or possibly hoped for.
not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.
