Prologue
they placed the small baby on my chest, he seemed so small, so fragile, i looked at the little tuff of blond hair on his head, listened to his heavy breathing, the nurse moved my shaking hand so it was situated under his bum and my finger tips reached the back of his head, he literally fit in my hand i was in shock, he was a fighter though, the nurse told me, he only needed some oxygen and the incubator to keep his body temperature up, one of the reasons he was lying on my bear chest to help keep it up, the nurse said this was the best way to hold premature babies, Clary was still asleep, after everything that happened with Jonathan trying to take her and the baby and then going into early labour. I guess i should start at the beginning.