Pregnant Pause

The scene: a room - in a hospital? - my surrounds are ill defined and three Dads from the NCT group sit nearby. It feels like an eternity before anyone speaks.

Me: What are we doing here?

Pause

Dad 1: We're waiting.
Me: We are? For what?

Pause 

Dad 2: You know.
Dad 3: Yes. (short pause) You know.  

There is another long pause as they all smile. Do I know? I close my eyes and think. When I look up again Dad 3 has gone. 

Me: Where did he go?

Pause

Dad 2: Mmm?
Dad 1: It was his turn.

Pause

Dad 2: Not long now. 

I think harder and then the realisation sweeps over me. I awake. 

W: Morning.
Me: Morning, darling.
W: I didn't sleep much. He's been squirming all last night.
Me: Really? Poor you.
W: Probably getting ready for his bid for freedom.
Me: (slightly panicked) Now?
W: No, not now.
Me: (calmer) Well not obviously not 'now' but soon?
W: Who knows? It's still a few days 'til the due date.
Me: I had a dream about waiting for Flaily to arrive. I was with the other Dads and they made me very nervous. It was all very Pinteresque. Shades of Beckett too.

W gives a little chuckle.

Me: I'm not very nervous as it happens. But I think it was because we all went out last night. It gives you a vibe.
W: The meeting of the 'Nervous Pregnant Dads' Association' eh?
Me: Something like that.
W: I'm not particularly nervous.
Me: No? Even when it's all happening to you?
W: I appreciate the reminder.
Me: Just pointing out the obvious really.
W: Yeah, thanks for that.