Creative Writing: My Mother's Husbands

"I'll give her everything we have-I'll teach her everything we know. She'll be perfect, we'll be perfect." She choked on her words as the pain overwhelmed her, she threw her head back harshly as she inhaled sharply.

The room reeked of disinfectant, a stale smell that clung to the walls of the hospital; a smell that could seemingly never be removed no matter how many times they were throughly scrubbed down.
"Ma'am, your about ten centimetres dilated now, you may start pushing when you feel the urge to. Your baby should be here soon," The midwife instructed, flashing a pretty white smile, the midwife was surprisingly young-no older than thirty at most.

She looked to her husband for reassurance through blurred, tired green eyes as he squeezed

"Unless you're okay with calling her 'it,' for the rest of her life." He joked as he peeked over his wife's shoulder in order to get a closer look.

"Abigail?" Rosalyn suggested. "Maisie?" She pinched her daughters chubby cheeks. "Or how about Margo? After your Grandmother, just to honour your families traditions."

"Margo," Marcus repeated several times as if the name was sinking into his brain, contemplating for itself whether he liked it or not. "Yes, yes. She looks like a Margo."

The sound of the electronic doors swished open once again and almost instantaneously the atmosphere changed, such a happy atmosphere suddenly plagued by darkness and miserableness as the midwife plodded back in, shoulders hunched back and an unforgiving look painted across her face as an old looking man dressed in an ugly green uniform followed closely behind on her heels.
The green uniform sown together solely with golden shining badges may have a big enough hint as to who he was but if it wasn't, the hand gun slotted neatly in his back pocket definitely was.
Yet the only thought the couple could manage to successfully string together in the sudden confusion was just what on earth was such a highly ranked military Official doing on the maternity ward? And more precisely why he was quickly approaching