Another story for you guys! I know a few of you want me to continue my other Puckleberry story, so I'll consider that. But for now, here is another story for you! I'm planning on writing quite a few chapters, so enjoy!
*I am not associated with Glee in any way.*
It was Noah's second time around fathering a child.
The first he didn't regret one bit, although he would have liked to be on better terms with the girl. He was young and foolish, and his actions came with consequences. He learnt the hard way that he wasn't ready to be a father the first time around. As much as he wanted to, he knew it wasn't the right thing to do for his daughter. She deserved a good life, and at the time he couldn't give that to her. He didn't want to be the deadbeat dad at sixteen years old; he could flat out look after himself, let alone a child. It was just what they had to do.
The second time, he was in love. He was living in New York with the love of his life, the woman he had spent the last three years with. The pregnancy came as a total surprise to them. Neither was expecting it, but they took the surprise and made it into an exciting event. When they found out they were having a girl, a parent's instinct kicked in and the pair started preparing the baby's room; painting it a pretty rose pink with matching décor. They had both taken a break from their jobs, both living the good life in New York. Their parents were all thrilled to be having their first Jewish grandchild. Their close friends were very supportive, offering their help when their daughter was born.
It was only at the 20 week mark when they knew something was wrong. 20 weeks old, that was way too early for the baby to come, right? Bleeding had started to occur and they both knew it wasn't normal, and no matter how much they convinced themselves and each other everything would be fine, they both knew it wasn't.
Placenta previa.
Something they both definitely did not want to hear. Both the baby and the mother were at risk of death during pregnancy. Put on bed rest, Noah did everything in his power to be there for his girlfriend and the baby. He hadn't realized had badly he wanted this baby until there was the risk that they could lose her. He couldn't lose either of them. There was no way was he about to let his beautiful girlfriend and baby go anytime soon.
At the 36 week mark, the baby was coming. They had been expecting her to come soon; therefore she had already been admitted into the hospital weeks before. Caroline Savannah Puckerman was born at 1:23 am on November 20th 2014. Both mother and baby were healthy for the time being. At 1:33 am, everything changed for the worse. The mother of his child started hemorrhaging only ten minutes after birth. She hadn't even got to hold her baby. At 1:40 am, she was unconscious and in a coma, unknown when she would wake up.
Noah was devastated. As he got to hold his baby girl for the first time, he couldn't help but think how much more special it would be with the mother of his child, the love of his life. As he cradled his little girl in his arms, he knew he had to do everything in his power to be a good father, and to make sure she didn't grow up without a mother. He had no doubt she would be a great mother, but it hurt him deeply to know she was missing out of the first few hours with her daughter. She had to wake up. She had to. Their daughter needed her mother.
Noah sat next to her bedside as he placed Caroline next to her on the hospital bed, holding onto her with one hand as he stroked the small, unconscious brunette's hair with the other. It was a habit of his, to stroke her hair. She had always found it comforting so there was no hesitance in doing the same now.
"Hey Rach… I need you to come back to us soon, okay? Caroline needs you. I need you. We were going to do this together, remember? I know if you could you would come back in a second, but… baby, you can't leave me. We haven't even started our lives together. You were gonna be the big Broadway star mom, we have our whole lives ahead of us.
Berry, I know how strong you can be, so just come back soon, okay? I love you, Rach." Noah sighed as he moved his hand from her hair to her hand, clutching onto it tightly. He wanted her to meet their daughter, he wanted her there for her first smile, first words, first steps. He wanted her there for it all.
She had to wake up.
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