by Wuff Al
The contraction came again. Elise tried pushing the baby out. George looked worried sick. All he could do was to hold her hand and his nerves, and whisper, “I love you!” The doctor encouraged Elise to keep trying.
Seconds later, the baby saw light at the end of the tunnel. With the last ounce of energy, Elise released the baby completely. George was relieved and overjoyed.
“Congratulations! Would you like to do the honours?” the doctor said, handing George a pair of scissors. With a shaken hand, the father cut the umbilical cord. He was then ushered out of the room with the baby on the trolley. He spent time observing his cute little offspring.
“Mine, mine…this is what I’ve always wanted,” he thought as he began to embrace fatherhood.
As soon as he sat, Xabi walked in and whispered into his ear, “We’ve got the mole.” George left his son with the nurse, and led the way to his limo. There, sitting in the middle of the car was a nervous Antonio who was tied up and gagged. He sat next to him and closed the door.
“Can I trust you, Antonio? You’ve got me busted at Bogota, you bastard!” George whispered. He took out a dagger and slit Antonio’s throat swiftly.
He stepped out of the car and drew a deep breath. He noticed a lone tree across the field next to the hospital.
“I want a house for my boy over there. Remove the tree, Xabi!”