"Hi, I'm Motun Bankole. I'm T.J.'s mother." Motun said in between pants.

"Oh, good morning ma-"

"-my son, is he okay?" She wasn't in the mood for pleasantries.

The nurse smiled at her. "He's fine now madam. The doctor will be with you shortly."

"Ok, thanks."

"You can have your seat over there. She pointed at a group of chairs."

"Oh, I'm fine standing. Thanks."

A few minutes into standing, Steve breezed in and looked around, when he spotted her, he started walking towards her.

"Steve."

He gathered her into his arms. "It's alright babe. T.J. will be fine." He said and smoothened her hair.

Motun sniffed and sucked. She...