Chance's POV
I am currently pacing in front of the delivering room waiting for any news, a few minutes ago the baby was brought out wrapped in a white cloth but still no news about Shiloh.
I run my hand through my hair agitated " nurse is everything okay in there?" I ask a nurse leaving the room with a tray in hand.
"Just relax sir," she says softly trying to walk away.
"dammit if one more person tells me to relax one more time I won't restrain the impulse to break down this door and make sure everyone in that room loses their job " I snap getting a wary and sympathetic look from the people around.
The nurse flinches away from me before walking away in fear.
I punch the wall in anger and frustration before checking my front pocket for my phone then dialing Emma's number " finally he notice the world doesn't revolve around him" she says sarcasm lacing her words.
I sigh feeling irritated by her " Emma I really d.."
"Chance why you are calling?" She asks cutting me off.