By the time we'd dragged ourselves to the hospital, Ava still hadn't given birth, and Ryan looked like he was about to have a heart attack.
"One of you guys go in there and see how she is, she keeps yelling at me to go fuck myself," Ryan says, not calming down at all. I look at Hadley. As much as I love Ava, she's not my sister, and as I've already said, I'm hardly built for this whole being near child birth thing. With a sigh, Hadley goes off to check on her, and I sit down, watching Ryan tugging at his hair sleepily. D'you reckon they'd have a bitch fit if I stole one of their beds for a nap?
"Sorry for waking you up and all."
"S'fine. I'm always having people call and wake me up to go fly to Australia in the middle of the night." I can't help being sarcastic. I don't like being woken up. He chuckles.
"I would've called her parents or something but... Well, you've met the mother."
I laugh a little, "yeah." Ryan gets up and starts pacing, but he's distracted by Hadley coming back.
"She's doing fine. She's complaining a lot about hating you for putting her through this but she's fine."
"That's not fair," he stops pacing, his face falling.
"It's totally fair. You're not the one shoving something the size of a watermelon out of a hole the size of an egg." At least that's how I remember my mum describing child birth. Ryan shudders and Hadley lets out a giggle as I smile. Ryan starts tugging at his hair again, actually pulling some out. Chill, man. Women were designed for this shit.
"Planning on having any more, then?" Hadley asks with a small giggle.
"You're kidding, right?" I chuckle at that.
"Babies are cute," Hadley says, kinda to himself.
"You won't be saying that when we have to look after the kid and it pisses on you."
"I'm sure I can deal with it," he laughs.
"As much as I love you guys, I don't think I'd trust either of you with my kid," Ryan says.
"Fair enough," I say. That's fine with me. I can just about put up with Beau, and she's like some kind of miracle child that behaves. I don't think I'd cope with kids less well-behaved than that. Hadley pouts, though.
"Don't take that the wrong way or anything. I just meant... Well, I don't know what I meant. Just ignore me," he laughs nervously and I sort of smile. There's a kinda awkward silence after that. I let it hang around for a couple moments before deciding coffee might help me wake up a bit.
"Anyone want a coffee?"
"I'm good, thanks," Hadley says with a smile and I get up, going off in search of a coffee machine.
By the time I get back with the coffee, drinking some of my own, Ava's finally had her baby. I walk in, seeing Ava asleep and Ryan holding his kid. Hadley's watching this, and I can practically hear him going on about how cute it is in his head. I put his coffee down somewhere for him and he thanks me.
"Riley, this is your Uncle Maxxie," he says quietly, kind of pointing the baby in my direction. I smile.
He smiles back, "wanna hold him?"
"I'd probably drop him, knowing me," I laugh a little.
"I'm sure you won't," he chuckles.
"Even if I don't drop him, Hadley will probably wrestle him off me," I say, glancing at him. Hadley pouts at that, but Ryan hands the baby to him instead. I watch him for a moment, smiling at the kid, in total mother mode, before shuffling over to a chair. He keeps smiling at the baby, glancing over at me as I sit down.
He hands Riley back to his father after a while, coming over and sitting on me. I hug his waist, returning the kiss he plants on my lips. He smiles and I put my head on his shoulder, yawning.
"You two go get some sleep," Ryan says, handing Hadley his keys.