This was it.
The baby was here.
It was custom, in Edward Warren's family, that each child born to family was to be home-birthed. His wife, Phoebe, was in the patient bed, in the cellar of their Brownstone house in Queens, with the aid of nurses and Edward's mother, birthing their youngest son.
There was a moment of silence.
"Edward," His wife's voice came from behind him. He turned around to see the nurses, his mother and his wife all beaming with joy, and a tiny, pink baby boy, curled up in his wife's arms. He smiled with joy himself, the fact that he had another son hitting him like a rock in the gut, giving him butterflies. "Look at him," his wife cooed, as Edward knelt by the bed to get a closer look at his boy.
"Hello, baby Michael," Edward said smiling at his son like he was the most precious thing in the universe.
Little did the baby know, then, just how special he really was.
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Foresight
Science FictionWhen young Michael Warren suddenly gains the ability to see the future after the death of his grandfather, his life completely changes. Suddenly he has a date to the summer prom with the girl he's had a crush on since he enrolled at High School. But...
