[ WP ] Becoming a god .

“ We ’ ve done it, ” is the only phrase he can say. John says these words while looking down in astonishment, thinking about what he ’ s accomplished. What she ’ s made possible. 
 
 She, Anne, is propped up by pillows in a hospital bed. Anne hasn ’ t recovered from the procedure yet. Barely conscious she asks, “ What have we done? ” 
 
 With a noticeable shiver in his voice John whispers, “ It. ” 
 
 Anne almost doesn ’ t hear John. “ What do you mean? ” 
 
 “ We ’ ve waited for so long. Tried so hard. We struggled through everything. The drugs, the surgeries, the disappointments, the failures. Years of trials and testing and now, we finally made it. We ’ ve done the one thing they said we would never be able to do. All those trips to the doctors telling us, ‘ sorry, but its not possible. ’ They were wrong and we proved them wrong. You proved them wrong. ” 
 
 John ’ s eyes water, the air isn ’ t the same anymore. It ’ s heavier. The weight of the world is now on their shoulders. It ’ s a feeling of responsibility that he wasn ’ t expecting, but he doesn ’ t hate it. He welcomes it. 
 
 A doctor enters the room. A young nurse follows him. They came to take body temperatures, blood pressure readings, and more tests. They were told there would be a lot of tests if the operation succeeded. They weren ’ t lying. 
 
 Anne took it like a champion. She was glowing. John had never loved her more. 
 
 The doctors leave the room, saying they ’ ll be back in a few hours to check on them, that Anne ‘ should get some rest. ’ 
 
 There ’ s a chair in the room. It sits in the corner facing Anne ’ s bed. John glides to it, walking taller than he ’ s ever walked before. “ So, this is what it feels like, ” he thinks to himself. Yesterday, the chair was uncomfortable. It gave John back pain. Today the chair doesn ’ t even register to John. It ’ s just furniture. It was made for John sit on. God ’ s must feel less pain. 
 
 Anne is falling in and out of consciousness. John smiles to himself. It ’ s cute when she nods off. She did well today. 
 
 John looks down at the jumbled mess of blankets he has in a football grip. Staring back up at him is a pair of the brightest blue eyes in the world. They are half closed and glazed over. John knows the eyes can only see in shapes and blurred colors right now, but he can feel the adoration they give him. 
 
 We ’ re in control of him now. When food is scarce, we will provide for him. When his thirsty and there ’ s no water, we will be the ones that give it to him. When there is violence and no one to save him, we will come to the rescue. We will give him clothing and shelter and love. We will make his choices and we will teach him everything he needs to know. We will teach him what we want him to know. Hopefully, one day he will be the God we both want him to become. What else would a God do? What else could a God do? 
 
 He glances up at his Goddess, “ Thank you, Anne. I love you. ” Anne is asleep. 

