Chapter 4

Dylan was now sat in his new 2-bedroom flat with his furniture all set up the way that he liked it, although there were still boxes of books and decorative items that needed to be placed. Noah had been living with Sally for the past 4 days whilst Dylan moved, but he would be coming back today.

Dervla was sat in her bed watching Dylan curiously as he obviously appeared to be acting uneasily. He was worried about his new role as a parent, despite the support he would be receiving from Sally, and how he would adjust to his new life – especially with work. He decided that, although he didn't really want to, if balancing a baby and a job at the emergency department became too much, he could always be a GP again.

It was 2pm and Sally was due to arrive with Noah within the next hour; Dylan hadn't decorated the nursery yet because he still had to get up every few hours when Noah needed feeding in the night, so he wouldn't be in the nursery yet for another few months.

Sally arrived with Noah at quarter to 3, and he was already asleep. Dervla quickly noticed that the baby was back and she didn't look too happy, she had thought that when her and Dylan moved into the house that it was so that the baby couldn't find them again. A harsh bark awoke Noah from his nap and Dylan sent Dervla into the kitchen before allowing Sally and Noah to come through to the living room.

Dylan lifted Noah out of his car seat before Sally had a chance to do so, knowing that soon he would be alone with the baby again to settle him, feed him, and get him to go to sleep.

"Thank you…for, well…for having him these past few days. It's been useful." Dylan's stuttered attempt at a thank you made Sally smile, knowing that Dylan was an awkward character, but that he meant well.

"That's okay. I want to help you and be a part of his life, I am his mum after all, but I know that I can't give him the best possible life or even a life as great as the one that I know you can give him. If I'm being too full on, or if I'm not doing enough, please let me know." Sally's eyes told Dylan that she was genuine and that she had no intentions of hurting anyone, and he appreciated that.

"Yes, I will." By this point Noah had stopped crying but had not fallen asleep again he was too busy looking at Dylan and recognising his face from just a few days ago, although to Noah it seemed like a very long time ago.

Noah was a little underweight, but nothing that Dylan thought to be concerned about, and he seemed to be a very happy little boy, although Dylan was aware that so far he had constantly been handed from one parent to another and that this would not be very good for him, but now that Dylan had happily found himself a little home that the baby could grow into and that he was already falling in love with he knew that from now on Noah would have a very stable and happy life living with his father.

"I'd best be getting off then, you two both need to get settled." Sally stood and walked to the door where she put her coat and shoes on. "Call me if there are any problems. See you later"

Dervla was beginning to get jealous of the baby in the house, since he was no longer the only one who received attention from Dylan, but Dylan knew that she would either have to get used to it or she would have to live somewhere else, since Dylan couldn't give up his son, knowing that a life without a caring father was not a good life at all.

Noah was asleep in Dylan's bedroom and the door was shut, in case Dervla tried to harm him in any way whilst Dylan was preoccupied or looking the other way. So far, Dervla had not attempted to attack or harm Noah, but Dylan wasn't taking any chances. For now, Dervla would have to sleep in the kitchen.

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