The Beauty is Born

So here is the thing. I had started an assignment for creative writing, and I looked at the comments from my teachers. So far, I have received nothing but praise on the story. So I decided to share it all with you . Here it is

The Beauty is Born

Nathan fidgeted in his chair quite often. He sat uncomfortably looking at the old lady coos over the bundle of joy in her arms. Nathan looked at the unresponsive child. The old man that sat next to them, looking slightly less stern as usual. His old wrinkly face would always be drooping downward, furthering the seriousness that always seems to be with him. Nathan knew very well that neither of his girlfriend's parents liked him. While they adored the child he aided into conception, they had a problem: they figured that the child would be one of his plan into sneaking his way into their fortune. Both of them were quite wealthy, and had a vast sum of money. They didn’t like Nathan because they thought he was a nothing more than a freeloading weasel. They figured a much less financially sound background was all they needed to believe that he was another boy who was just trying to make a quick buck through a high status family. What didn’t help his case was that he was unemployed. They had lots of traditional views on the man of the household making the money. Yet, their daughter Sam, was a critical thinker who wanted to make it on her own. She even implied to Nathan that she didn’t want him to work to show her parents she was fully capable of making it on her own. With his cooperation in this, it made her parents like him even less. Sam’s stern faced father slowly turned to him, this his face drooping lower than usual. “Have you found any good careers yet?” Nathan rolled his shoulders and neck, loosening himself up for the sudden and heavy feeling of uncomfortability that has slammed on him. “No, but I am still looking.” The older man pursed his lips and and looked back at his wife. She gave a resentful huff, and spoke as she continued to smile at the baby. “Well you should. I don’t want my precious sam to continue to work like she does. And you should sit up straight, young man.” Nathan did as he was told. He figured he and Sam’s parents were never going to see eye to eye. “Mother, stop harassing my boyfriend please.” As Sam walked in, Nathan puffed a sigh of relief. She was quite skinny, with long blonde hair and glasses that made her all the more nerdy. She bend down over her mother to gently hold the child in her arms. She plopped down on the couch, holding the child close. “Excuse me for the moment, I think I’ll go get something from the kitchen. Does anyone want anything?” There was a long pause that felt like ten minutes even though it was only four seconds. “No, Nathan, thanks.” Sam gave a warm smile to Nathan, who is grateful to her for breaking the silence. He went to the kitchen and gave a deep sigh, going into the cabinet, going into a small bag of cookies. The rush of sweetness blasted through his tastebuds, giving a satisfying hum. He placed the pack back into the cabinet and slowly made his way back to the living room. No need for him to rush. He didn’t really want to go back, and continue to converse with Sam’s parents.

“...are you sure about this, Samantha?” Nathan instantly stopped at the door to listen to the continued conversation. He slowly moved the side of his head towards the door to further eavesdrop on the family’s conversation. “You could really do better than him. Don’t let this child anchor yourself to him.” Nathan’s expression dropped sad and low as he tilted his head downward. “Mother, I would appreciate it if you could stop speaking of him that way.” Nathan knew the venom in her voice all too well. But never in his life would he have ever heard Sam use that same venom on her parents. “I think you two should leave.” Nathan heard the leathery couch tussle about, and stop. After listening to the door open, and heard the brief sounds of a snowy and windy day, he heard Sam’s father’s final words on the matter: “You are making a big mistake Samantha. And your mother and I will not be their to pick up what is left of this unfolding travesty.” The door slammed. Nathan couldn't help to chuckle. He found himself being hit with an aching pain on the side of his face. He fell to the floor moaning at the pain. The door had been opened on him. Nathan looked up to Sam, one hand on her hip, and the other carrying their child. “And THAT was for eavesdropping.” Nathan gave a cheeky smile, and picked himself off the floor. She carefully places the baby in his arms. “You can hold him. I have to get ready for work soon.” Nathan held the small baby and looked into its eyes. He felt a gentle twinge into his heart, just as he does every time he has held it. He sat on the kitchen table, and smiled, feeling content. He decided to just sit there for a few minutes and enjoy his moment with his small child.