Alfred watched, his heart racing, as the C-section was preformed. He was going to be a father, but something had gone horridly horridly wrong. He wasn't allowed inside due to some medical reason, not even with [name]'s permission. He held the teddy bear in his hands, squeezing it for comfort.
"Please...let the baby live. And [name] too." He thought, seeing a frightening amount of blood between a pair of bodies that were the doctors. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, [name]'s well-being being one of them.
"Mister Jones?" Alfred's head shot up, his eyes wide with panic. "[Name]'s okay...but the baby...has passed on." The news shattered Alfred's heart.
"Can I see her?" He asked, standing up. The nurse nodded and led him to [name]'s room, 122b. When the door was opened, he saw [name] sitting on the bed, staring out the window. "Hey, [nickname]?" He asked. She turned to him, her eyes glazed with grief.
"You got the news didn't you?" She whispered.
"Yeah, I did." He pulled up a chair and sat next to her. She looked down, twirling around with the bracelet he got her on their anniversary, just before she announced her pregnancy. "It was a girl though. A stillborn girl. We always wanted a daughter, didn't we?" He nodded. "You wanted to name her Emma, didn't you? We were so close...I don't know what happened."
"It's not your fault though." She glanced to Alfred, a soft smile gracing her face.
"I never said that...it hurts though." The smile disappeared. "We were still so close."
Thanks to Alfred's work, he had connections. When his co-workers heard about his loss, they sympathized with him. With that sympathy, they raised money to hopefully give Alfred and his wife a few days off to relax. It was [name] who got the time off from work. Alfred had other plans.
While she was away, Alfred combed through nearby orphanages for girls named Emma that were under five years of age. Although there were plenty under the age of five, but female and named Emma? Finding that one was easier said then done. Alfred finally found an orphanage, on it's last thread of life with a few young children left. There, he found who he was looking for.
A girl, just barely a year old from the Dominican Republic. Her parents abandoned her due to poverty.
"Does she have a name?" He asked, picking up the baby girl.
"No, she was never given one. I would give her one but, with the orphanage shutting down soon, I can't afford to. She's the last here and I was tempted to adopt her myself." Alfred was silent for a few more minutes, looking into the brown eyes of the little girl.
"I found the one." He finally said. The elderly lady clapped her hands happily and ran off for the adoption papers. Alfred hugged the baby girl gently, petting her head. "You're coming home with me Emma. You'll meet your mommy really soon." He whispered gently.
"Alfred! I'm back!" Alfred's head shot up, a huge smile plastered on his face. He went over to her, kissing her gently.
"How was the trip babe?" He asked.
"Great! The weather was really nice and I got a few souvenirs." He pulled out a blindfold. "What's that for?" She asked.
"It's a surprise babe!" He said heartily, taking her suitcase and putting it on the couch to get later. He tied the blindfold around her eyes and led her to the nursery.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"You'll see!" He turned on the light and pulled the blindfold off. She looked confused for a minute.
"Hun, why are we in the nursery?" She asked. Alfred pointed to the crib. She slowly walked over, unsure what she would find. When she finally peered inside, she gasped. "Alfred...is this..." She felt his hands on her shoulders.
"Yes, it's our new little girl. I adopted her while you were gone. Her name's Emma [favorite girl's name] Jones." She turned to him and hugged him, no words could express her joy.