Chapter 4

It had been six hours since I gave birth to Rocco, and so the doctors had told me I could go home now as both me and my son were doing well.
"So, good luck Jess with him. Remember, if you need anything, you can always give me a call, love." the midwife said kindly as I packed my bag ready to go home with Rocco.
"Thank you," I said, giving her a quick hug. "You've been a great support to me the last few months when I was pregnant with Rocco and especially with the birth...I'll send you some pics of him, yeah?"
The midwife smiled as she left. Kate, her name was. She was an extremely supportive woman and a good friend. I knew I had been very lucky to have a midwife like her.
"So," said a voice suddenly, startling me nearly half to death. " Where's the little sprog?"
I turned around and grinned as I saw my best friend, Victoria smiling at me. I hugged her tightly as I hadn't seen her for days.
"Victoria!" I exclaimed happily, tears rolling down my cheeks "It's good to see you!"
She nodded" Yeah, it's good to see you too, but why are you crying? Something wrong with the sprog?"
I shook my head, half laughing and half crying, " No, it's the hormones. Since giving birth, i've been all over the place. And my baby's not a sprog! His name is Rocco. Rocco Adam Millar."
Victoria smiled as she looked at my baby sleeping in the cot, in his gorgeous blue babygro.
"That's nice, Danny would have loved it." she said quietly.
"Yeah. Shame he's not here, eh?" I said, rather bitterly.
"Jess-"
"Would you like to see Rocco?" I pointed at the cot for Victoria to see. She went over to the cot, her long brown hair swinging over her shoulders as she did so and sat down next to the cot.
Victoria just stared at Rocco for a long long time before she eventually reached into the cot and gently stroked his cheek.
"He's so beautiful, Jess." said Victoria, sounding choked. " He looks just like Danny."
"I know. Come on, let's go home, I need a bath!"
Victoria laughed as she picked up my bag
"Yeah, you smell like you need one!" she cheekily said as she started down the hall, my bag slung over her slender arm.
I gently picked up Rocco and strapped him into the babycarrycot seat, smiling as his hat fell over his eyes. I took a quick picture of him with my camera.
"Hurry up, will ya? The baby can wait until it gets home!" shouted Victoria from the other end of the hospital. "I haven't paid for my car parking, I don't want a blooming fine, do I?"
And as I walked down the corridor, leaving the hospital with my baby Rocco, I knew things would be better.