The Story Of Kelly

A baby girl burst-ed out in a cry as violent as any dark night, to a pair of young Parents too awe struck and grip with fear as the baby was placed in the Mother's arms. Already attached both with heart and arms, Mom looked up at the Dad, and with a wonder smile, spoke without uttering a word. The smells and sounds of the Hospital room brought the father of the child, back  to the sense and realities of woe that awaited, as he pondered his own smile back with greater wonder.
In the corner, hospital staff gathered in a whispering gesture, as another dashed out of the room, for seemingly help. The delivery was a some what success, but a question or two held out the ominous cloud of doubt and gloom in the room. What was joy to a mother, brought suspect to the nurses, as one by one their eyes filtered on and off the new born baby.
Micheal, the husband and father, had just married his teen bride, to prove he was up for the challenge, of being protector and provider and already knee dip in his promise. Seeing his wife with fluffy tears amid softening cries now, and perking breast that only teens seem to sport, briefly over shadowed his mind as a competitor moves in to fill herself from what was once his pleasure.
Just then the door open with quick motion, and the silence of wonder and awe was broken up with professionalism, as Luke warm light talk was used to hide foreboding questions that led to uneasiness. The Doctor this time was an older man, unlike the delivery Doctor who did his job as expected, but was hurried off to another mother or mothers in other rooms with cries of a similar nature. Inspecting June and the baby, the doctor gave way to the nurse who asked what the baby would be named. Looking at her husband in a soft fit on nervous energy, but with a smile, Kelly, she said as Micheal looked on with great agreement.