Delivery

By: Tamara Black



After stopping, I put the car in park and leaned over to get my registration out of the glove box.

Does anyone even keep gloves in these anymore? I wondered.

The officer stepped up to the passenger side of my car.

I leaned back over and rolled the window down manually.

“License and registration, please.”

“Sorry, officer. I’m trying to get to the hospital.”

He nodded as if he didn’t really care.

“Hold on,” he said after taking my license and registration paper.

I watched in the rearview mirror as he walked back to his car and got in.

“Come on,” I said, anxious to get going so I made it to the hospital on time.

A few minutes later, he returned to the passenger side of the car.

“Here’s your information,” he said, handing it to me. “I pulled you over because you’re going over the limit.”

“I know, officer. I’m sorry.”

“You have your seatbelt on, and there’s no warrants or anything on your name, so it’s your lucky night. I’m going to let you go with a warning.”

“Thanks so much,” I said.

“Just slow it down.”

“Yes, sir. I will.”

I waved like a dork before reaching over and rolling up the window.

He stayed parked behind me, so I put my blinker on before getting up to speed and pulling back onto the highway.

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t gotten another speeding ticket, but it was good because I wouldn’t have been able to really afford one.

At my exit, I pulled onto the off-ramp and slowed down. I finally made it to the hospital a few minutes later. After parking, I rushed inside, heading straight for the nurse’s station on the maternity floor. A blonde-haired woman looked up at me as I approached the receptionist desk she sat behind.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“I’m here to see Stephanie.”

“Last name?”

In that moment, I realized I didn’t even know her last name.

“I’m not sure,” I said.

“Are you family?”

I shook my head. “No, but I delivered her baby earlier today. I just wanted to check on her and him.”

“That was you?” she asked, a smile coming over her face.

“Yeah, I’m a med-student, but it was still exciting.”

“I bet.” She laughed. “I’m sorry, but visiting hours are over. You missed them by about an hour. If it was earlier, I could’ve let you in.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “I understand. Could you give her my phone number if I left it?”

“I sure can,” she said, picking up a pen. “Go ahead.”

I rattled off the number from memory.

“And your name again?”

“Daniel Fitzpatrick, but I’m not sure she knows my name.”

“I’m sure she remembers you.”

“Thanks again,” I said, waving my hand.

“No problem, dear. I’m sure she’ll love to talk to you tomorrow.”

“You have a good night,” I said then turned to walk away.

At the elevator, I took a deep breath, disappointed that I hadn’t been able to tell her the good news. Three chapters of heavy reading waited for me back at the apartment. I tried to put Stephanie out of my mind, but I found it almost impossible. She had left an imprint in my mind.





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The next day, as I headed to class for my pop-quiz on the material I’d stayed up all night to study, my phone rang. I looked at the screen, not recognizing the number. Stephanie popped into my mind, so I tabbed answer and put it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Daniel?”

“Yes. Steph?”

“It’s me,” she said. “I’m still here.”

“How’s Danny?”

“They let me see him this morning. He’s good. Thanks for asking.”

I smiled even though she couldn’t see me.

“That’s great. I’m so glad.”

“A nurse said you stopped by last night.”

“Yeah, I tried to get there on time, but so many things got in my way.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “I was sleeping anyway.”

“I bet.”

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