China

"I'm not due for another 3 weeks!" Gracie complained when her labour began. "I know, but the baby doesn't does it?" Hee husband asked, helping Gracie off the couch. "Come on, we've got to get you to the hospital." Gracie's husband Barney ran frantically around their house, stuffing items into a rather large green bag before hurrying out the door, Gracie on his arm.

Hours later, Gracie had a little girl. But she'd hardly even got a glimpse of her little girl before she was whisked away. "Barney, what happened to her?" Gracie sobed. "I didn't even get to see her!" "It's ok, Gracie. I'll fix it." Barney soothed, stroking her hand. He stood up and approached a nurse. "Excuse me" he said, only a slight hint of anger in his tone. "What happened to our daughter? We haven't seen her." "I'll find out right now for you Sir, if you'd just like to stay with your wife, we'll come and let you know." She promised, busting away.

As it turned out, Gracie and Barney's daughter had had complications and they'd had to give her immediate treatment. Late that night, she was at last placed gently in Gracie's eagerly waiting arms. "China." She said. "China?" "For her name." Gracie explained. "Fragile, and precious." "China." Barney repeated, looking lovingly down at the little baby Gracie held in her arms.