The Beginning

Christians POV

I watched as my dad paced the hallway, kicking worriedly. Mom had woke us up at 2 in the morning, telling him it was time. Im guessing that meant I was getting my little brother, but I really didnt want to get out of bed, so dad carried me. Until we got here, and he put me in a chair, and I have been watching him pace for nearly two hours now.

Suddenly, a man walked out, taking off some red bloody gloves. Ew. But I listened closely as he and dad whispered.

"Did you want another son?" The doctor whispered loudly.

"Yes. Why?" Hesitantly, my father replied.

"Hate to tell you, somehow its a girl. Shes quite beautiful, one of the best Ive seen." Mr.RedGloves told my dad, and before anyone could stop me, I was in the room, looking around.

I saw a little plastic box thing and carefully walked over. I was only 2 and a half years old, and I stood on my toes to see in. A small little baby, the smallest Id ever seen, but I hadnt seen a lot of babies before... Especially not my sister.

Suddenly, my dad came up behind me and picked me up for a better view. "Meet Morgan Selena Free, Christian. Your sister."

With that, I looked at him, then back at her. Like the doctor had said, she was already beautiful, but not as good looking as me... But still, I was thinking I would be the best big brother ever. Guess I was wrong.