It’s a Girl! (Jack Kelly/Newsies)
Jack was freaking out. He paced outside the door of the bedroom he shared with his wife of nearly three years, Katherine. She was in her sixth hour of labor. He wanted nothing more than to be in there with her, but the midwife staff had made him wait outside. Hearing his wife cry broke his heart. A heart wrenching sob came from the other side of the door. He stopped and put his face in his hands.
Joe Pulitzer sat in a chair against the wall, noticeably concerned but nowhere near as nervous and fidgety as Jack. He’d been through this before with his own wife, after all.
“Calm down, son. It won’t be long now. You’re gonna make yourself sick,” Pulitzer said.
Jack sighed. Joe wasn’t wrong, but how could he calm himself when his wife was in the worst pain known to mankind and he couldn’t do anything about it? His stomach lurched when she cried again.
A few minutes passed. There wasn’t any more commotion. He anxiously waited for the door to open. This had to be it, right?
After about five minutes, the door opened. “Jack?” A midwife said.
Jack’s head jerked up and he looked expectantly at the person who’d said his name.
“You can see them now,” she smiled.
Jack heaved a sigh of relief and rushed into the room.
Katherine smiled at him from the bed, holding a little bundle in her arms. He stopped in his tracks, dumbfounded. He never imagined his heart could be so full. He suddenly was overcome with so much love for this baby, and he’d only laid eyes on it seconds ago. And of course, he didn’t love Katherine any less. It was quite the opposite, really. He loved her even more, which he never imagined was possible.
“It’s a girl,” Katherine said softly, smiling.
He was quick to wipe the tears off of his cheeks. Jack Kelly was never a crier. The sight of his wife glowing so serenely with their baby girl in her arms had made him feel emotions he’d never felt before.
“Well, are you just gonna stand there?” Katherine giggled, breaking him out of his overwhelmed stupor.
“Right, right,” he shook his head, regained (some of) his composure, and sat next to her against the headboard of their bed.
He put a protective arm around her and used his other hand to gently pull the blankets away from his newborn daughter’s face.
“She’s beautiful, just like her Mama,” Jack mused, unable to take his eyes off of the small bundle of blankets.
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