Clay and Glen walked into Chelsea’s hospital room, she still looked peaceful like she was sleeping but both boys knew the truth. Clay sat down and slipped his hand into hers, “Hey sweet heart it’s Clay, the doctor said he’s going to wake you up. The swelling has gone down and the baby should be just fine, I know we wanted to wait to see the gender but I sort of walked in while they were checking the fetus, it’s a boy just like you wanted.”

“You wanted a girl?” Glen asked from his spot on the other side of her.

“Yeah, I always wanted to have a daddy’s little girl sort of like Spencer and dad. They seem so close you know, I guess I just want a relationship like that with my kid but I don’t see it happening if we have a boy, not that I didn’t want a boy…”

“I get it man, don’t worry…I’m the same way,” Glen admitted with his eyes downcast so he didn’t see his brother smile over at him. They sat quietly in the room each to their own thoughts waiting for the doctor to show up.

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Arthur sat in the living room all by himself, a glass of scotch in his hand half emptied into his stomach the bottle on the coffee table waiting to be poured. The images from the television flickered on to his face in the darkness, he remembered another time where he sat lonely in the living room and he didn’t want to go back to that depressed man. He couldn’t loose his kids, well two of them he wasn’t but his third and youngest might be gone forever, out of his reach if he couldn’t come up with anything. Arthur’s mind whirled with dizziness of alcohol and ideas, his eyes closed the darkness behind the lids darkened and brightened with the changing of the images. He felt useless and scared, two feelings he thought he left in the past, his breathing steadied out as he drifted off to sleep.

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“Do you want to tell me what’s bugging you?” Ashley asked sitting at the end of the bed, Spencer turned and sat all the way down in the chair and stared at her girlfriend.