The machines hunkered over the room like a futuristic predatory animal made out of steel and wires. It droned on and at intervals gave a sharp beep. One of the doctors in the room fumbled with the instrument and stuck up his thumb.
The vitals were good, Tom realized. He gave Angie a weak smile; all that he could afford her at this particular time.
It was the most perfect of days. They had been waiting for this day for nine long months, and even longer. They had planned for this child since before they even married. And today was the day the baby was coming. The machine spiked louder and the doctor went back to it.