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Two Days Later
Mikayla's POV
"You got him, Mik?" Mitchie asks as she wheels me out of the hospital. Emory is fast asleep in my arms as she leads me down to our car.
"Yes, Mitchie, stop worrying." I tell her for the second time. For someone who nearly walked out on us, Mitchie has been very protective over the last two days.
"Im just making sure, babe." She replies.
"Is Justin at school?" I ask as I remember that my little brother should be at school right now. Everything has been clouded by the birth of my son, he's all I think about.
"Hannah's got it." She says. "She'll bring him by at 3."
"We should get her something, she's been nothing but a great help." I gush.
"You worry about resting and taking care of Emory, I'll get Hannah something." She assures me. We reach the car and Mitchie gently takes our son from my arms. The nurse helps her by opening the back foot of the car and Mitchie adjusts him into the car seat. I'm forced to watch from the wheelchair because I have little energy to move anywhere.
"You alright, Mik?" Mitchie asks when she finishes with Emory.
"Just a little tired." I yawn. She offers me her hand and I gladly take it, slowly standing up in the process. Her free hand gently grabs me around the waist and she leads me into the back seat of the car, beside Emory.
"I want you to rest when we get home." She tells me as she begins the drive home. "I'm off today so I can watch Emory while you sleep. You're still weak."
"Im fine, Mitch." I give her a weak smile but she can clearly see through it.
"I mean it, Mikayla. You need to rest and I got Rory, plus Justin won't be home for another four hours." She insists.
"You can't breastfeed." I tell her.
"When he's hungry I'll wake you, I just want you laying down and resting."
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." I say. I look over at Emory as he moves in his car seat. It's only been two days and in that short period of time, I have already fallen in love with my son.
"Mikayla, you just gave birth and you're clearly still weak. I don't want anything to happen to you, baby. It's my only day off and I'd rather spend it with you and Emory. But I really need you to get your rest, okay?" she insists. I can hear the worry in her voice, almost like she's trying to make right what she did wrong two days before.
"Will you lay with me then?" I ask with a smile.
"If he can stay asleep, yes." She smiles back through the rear view mirror.
"You hear that, Em? Mama wants you to stay asleep." I say as I slowly run my fingers over his head, softening his little hair.
"We're home!" Mitchie lights up as she pulls into the apartment parking lot. She cuts the engine and quickly makes her way over to my side of the car. After helping me out, she takes Emory's car seat and wraps her arm around my waist, helping us both into the apartment.
"You're a good girlfriend, you know that?" I say as I kiss her cheek.
"Just making sure my babies are okay." She smiles. We reach the bedroom and she helps me settle down on the bed before placing the car seat beside me. The room was just as we left it two days ago, slightly messy.
I go to take Em out of his seat but Mitchie stops me in the process. She points at me to lay back and I do so, not wanting to go against her. My eyes close slowly but by the time I open them back up, Mitchie has Emory in arms and they're swaying side to side.
"You know, I could get used to this real fast." I whisper out, my voice growing weaker.
"What babe?" Mitchie asks not breaking eye contact from our son.
"I can get used to seeing you with our son. With our little miracle." I mumble.
"Get your rest, Mik, you're starting to mumble." She laughs. My eyes are beginning to grow heavy as I try to watch them interact. I'm loving the site that's in front of me; my baby and my future wife.
Mitchie's POV
"Sweet dreams, baby." I bend down slowly to kiss Mikayla's forehead. She must really be tired because the second her head hit that pillow she was out like a light.
I feel Emory stir in my arms as I pull back from my quick embrace with Mikayla. He's still fast asleep so I walk over to his crib. A little before he was born, we moved his crib from the nursery to our room. It will be easier having him here than in Justin's room, that's just asking for trouble.
"Let mommy sleep, Emory." I whisper down to the sleeping angel in my arms. My memory floods back to the day of his birth and I replay the scene where I almost walk out on him. How could I ever even consider doing something like that to him? Someone so innocent and so beautiful. I gently place him in his crib, his little body not even taking up a fourth of the crib. I stare down at him and involuntarily, I feel a small tear building up in my left eye.
"My baby." I whisper to him with a proud smile. As I look down at him, I can't help but admire his features. He has a good mixture of Mikayla and I. My thoughts go back to the night he was conceived, the time I thought I would be losing my girl forever. I always knew Mikayla was the one, always. That day, we didn't just give everything up to another, we didn't just lose our innocence, we made a beautiful, healthy little angel. Emory is not our mistake, he's the result of our love.
The single tear that had previously fallen has now become tear after tear. I'm in love with this little human that's sleeping soundly below me. He's perfect, everything I would ever want in a son. The fact that I even considered walking out on him, that kills me.
After what seemed like an hour of just admiring my son, I wipe my tears and make my way over to the bed. Mikayla is out cold, her body facing away from me. I bring the sheets up to cover her as I lay underneath them. I drape my arm lightly around her and press myself against her, cuddling her just like she always likes it. Usually she flinches when I do this, but she's too tired right now to even move.
"I love you, Mikayla." I whisper to her even though she can't hear it. " I'm sorry for what I did. I will never forgive myself for being a coward. I will never forgive myself for everything I have ever done wrong to you. You deserve the world and sometimes I feel like you don't deserve me. I'm sorry, I really am."
As I continue to apologize to my sleeping girlfriend, I hear the slow cries building up from the crib. I should have known that the second I settle down, he'd be ready to wake up.
"What's the matter, baby?" I ask as I pick him up from his crib and rock him. We start moving from side to side, and he begins to calm down.
"You're just like your mommy, Rory." I laugh. I can see that he got his stubbornness from Mikayla. "Baby, you need a diaper change!" I say when i realize that his diaper isn't clean.
I feel a small wave of nerves hit me as I remember I have never changed a diaper before. Part of me wishes to wake Mikayla, knowing she must have changed a few of Justin's diapers when he was a baby, but I can't wake sleeping beauty.
"How do I do this?" I ask myself as I lay my son on the bed and kneel down in front of him. I quickly undo his onesie and remove his dirty diaper.
"Emory Alexander don't you dare!" I nearly yell out when I see what's about to happen. Before I can do anything about it, my son begins to pee. I always thought it was just in movies that boys would pee on their parents as babies, but now I realize it can happen to anyone.
"Thanks, Emory." I shake my head in disapproval as I clean him off. I guess this is his way of punishing me for almost walking out. "So you and mama are even now, okay?" I tell him.
"Mitchie, no." I hear Mikayla cry out when I finish with Emory's diaper. My head snaps up to look at Mikayla who is still fast asleep. "Mitch, please stay."
My heart sinks as I hear her cry out for me, she must be dreaming. I lay Emory back down in his crib and turn on his motion soother. I walk over to the bed and sit beside Mikayla as she begins to shake.
"Mitchie, Mitchie." She cries.
"Baby, i'm right here." I gently shake Mikayla trying to wake her but this does nothing.
"Don't leave me." Tears are streaming down her face but she still asleep.
"Mikayla, wake up." I repeat a few times. Her eyes shoot open and she examines the room. She freezes when she spots me and then quickly throws her arms around my neck.
"Don't leave me, Mitchie." She cries into our embrace. "I need you."
"I'm not going anywhere, Mik." I promise her as I run my finger through her hair. I hate seeing her like this, she's clearly still hurt over what I did.
"I love you." She cries. "You have to stay."
"Look at me." I beg her as I pull back from our hug. My hands cup her cheeks as I make her look me in the eye. "I'm not going anywhere, you hear me? I'm here to stay. Always and forever."
"I can't stop seeing you walk out." She says between sobs.
"You were dreaming, I'm not going anywhere." I assure her. "I have a family to take care of."
"Don't you ever fucking leave me, Mitchie. Never." She hits me a few times on my arm then stops and pulls away. "Why do you smell like pee?" She laughs through her tears.
"Our son peed on me." I say.
"I guess I should have warned you that boys tend to do that." She laughs.
"Now you're okay, huh?" I tell her with a small chuckle.
"That's your son's way of saying 'don't leave me' you see?" She says.
"I'm not leaving either of you, this is final." I say.
"It was such a real dream though." She pouts before looking down at her hands.
"Hey, it was just a dream stop thinking about it babe." I tell her as I kiss her cheek.
"You promise this is forever?" She asks as she points between us.
"I promise, sweetie." I grab her hands and intertwine our fingers. "You won't get rid of me that easily"
Mikayla breaks the space between us and brings our lips together. We haven't kissed with so much passion in a while, her lips felt like home. Before the kiss could intensify, Emory begins to cry out in his crib.
"And so it starts..." I say as I get up to get him.
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